"Oh." Sam swallows nervously and tries pulling a little harder. A shiver runs through Cas and his fingers curl into Sam's shirt. Dean's hand releases his brother's and travels up to the softer feathers on top.
"Dean," Castiel groans, wings fluttering behind him, "focus."
Dean makes a face but he pulls back, resting on his heels while Castiel tries to regain some composure. Sam's hand drops from Castiel's wing and he asks, "Focus on what?"
Castiel smiles at Sam, leans down on his elbows, and kisses the younger Winchester. It wasn't the soft, shy kiss he'd been expecting, like all the other kisses they've shared before. The angel threads his fingers through Sam's hair and pushes his tongue between Sam's lips. The hunter's a little shocked that Castiel could even be this aggressive but the angel is pushing against him as much as their positions would allow.
One of Castiel's hands untangles itself from Sam's hair and travels down Sam's chest, pushing up under the hunter's shirt and brushes across his nipple. The fact that Dean is right next to them slips Sam's mind as his hands begin to wander across Castiel's back, mapping out the bones, the dips and curves until nervous fingers reach the place when skin meets feathers.
He runs his thumb along the hinge of Castiel's wings, feeling the muscles tense and the feathers rustle. He pinches the tender skin and the angel moans into his mouth
"Quiet."
"What?" Castiel asks dazedly.
"Not so loud," Dean orders. The blue eyed man shoots his hunter a look that makes Sam worry he might smite his brother right then and there. "You're too noisy."
"Well," Castiel bites, voice deep and rough "when you have sex with him, you can do it your way."
The youngest Winchester blushes at the comment and the older pushes on Castiel's shoulder with a scowl on his lips. Castiel looks equally as unamused. He grips Sam's shoulder and his stomach flips when the world fades in a flutter of wings just to reappear just as quickly. "We will have more privacy here."
"Were you going to try having sex with me right in front of my brother?"
"Why are you still talking?" Castiel asks before diving back into his arms. For once Sam just shuts up and listens.
Sam sucks on an old bruise his brother left and Castiel arches against him, wings flaring out and knocking a bottle of borax off the bench. They both look over at the bottle as the cleaning liquid spills over the dirty floor. Castiel's cheeks are flushed and Sam's not sure if it's out of embarrassment or just from sheer talent of Sam's part. When the puddle threatens to soak into the mattress, Castiel leans down and touches the spilled liquid and it evaporates into nothing. "I apologize; it's rather cramped down here."
Castiel gasps, eyes snapping shut and just like that his wings disappear, Sam's hand are now grasping at air. Castiel groans and drops his head on Sam's shoulder. "I'm sorry, it's difficult to concentrate."
"That's okay," Sam flips them over and pins Castiel on his back "in fact it makes it easier."
Sam hooks his fingers into the elastic band of Castiel's pants and tugs, the smaller man's erection slapping against his stomach and hisses at the cold air that hits him. Sam settles between Castiel's legs and runs a hand up his thigh. "How do you want to do this?"
Castiel pulls Sam down and wraps his arms around his shoulders. "I want to feel you," he whispers, rubbing his hips against Sam's, "inside me. Please, Sam."
He gives a mute nod and sucks two fingers into his mouth, lathering them in spit before he reaches down between the two of them. Castiel makes more noise while Sam's is prepping him than he's made all the months he's been there and Sam falls in love with the way his name rolls of the angels lips. Really, he would be satisfied to work Castiel to climax just with his fingers as long as he could watch the way he moans and stutters, the way his nails dig into the bed and sweet collects against his collarbone.
But being with Castiel was worth every uneasy moment that led up to it. The way they move together, there's no awkward fumbling like all the others that came before him, it's just the two of them breathing into each other's skin. They stay tangled up together long after they're down, trying to keep warm and safe in each other's arms.
"You're beautiful," Sam tells him. Castiel's brow wrinkles at the comment. Dean must not be one for pillow talk. As they lay there, sweaty and panting, Sam replays the images of them together over and over. He picks apart every detail, examines the look in Castiel's eyes as he came and wonders if what he thought was love might have been something else. And it all leads to one horrible conclusion. "We shouldn't have done that."
The angel's smile slips away. "Did you not enjoy it?"
"No, I mean yes, but that's not the point." Sam grips the smaller man's shoulders but his eyes skitter away in shame. "You didn't have to do that; I'll help the two of you regardless."
"You…think I would give myself to you in exchange for shelter?" Blues eyes harden and Castiel jerks out of Sam's hold. "You think Dean would let me do that?"
"It's just, this all really sudden."
"Sudden?" Castiel echoes.
"Yeah, one second you and Dean were these raving animals clinging to each other and now you're…" Sam motions to the space between them on the bed. Castiel's eyes soften and he kneels down next to Sam resting his hand over the anti-possession sigil tattooed on his skin.
"I believe this has been building since you first shook my hand on Halloween." He traces the dark lines on Sam's chest and smile fondly at the memory. "I think you're just afraid to let yourself have something good."
Castiel is still there when Sam wakes up, lying on his side, twirling Sam's hair between his fingers and just watching the hunter sleep. "You're still here."
"You sound surprised."
"I thought you might go back to Dean." Sam reaches for Castiel's hand and slots their fingers together. Morning light seeps in through the window, illuminating Castiel's skin and it makes Sam wonder what his wings must look like against natural light; wonders if they have deep grey shadows or a rainbow sheen when the light hits just right.
"It's almost noon." Castiel says, breaking Sam out of his thoughts.
"Why didn't you wake me?"
"You looked peaceful." Castiel turns around and picks up the pile of clothes they left on the floor and drops it on the bed. "But I imagine Dean is hungry by now."
Castiel takes the time to actually get dressed instead of just poofing his clothes on but he still has to sit patiently and wait while Sam layers his own clothes on. Sam expects to have to do his own little walk of shame between Dean and the kitchen, it makes him pause at the top of the stairs but Castiel pushes him through the door. Dean gives him a sly smile, the same kind he used to give whenever he saw Sam hitting on a girl at some bar. Sam heads to the kitchen and Dean pulls Castiel into his lap, whispering something into his ear while Sam opens the fridge.
"You hungry?" Sam asks, head stuck in the fridge while he tries find something edible.
"Yes." Sam grabs a half used loaf of bread and turns around to find Dean and Castiel sitting at the table. It's the first time Dean done that since he got back, Sam's not sure if he's supposed to reward him but he decides he probably shouldn't treat his brother like a dog.
"What do you want?"
"Food." Dean snaps as he drums his fingers against the table.
"Can you be a little more specific?" Sam sits down next to Castiel. He knows not to sit on the other side of Dean, or else he'll feel cornered and just run off back to his safe place. He knows Dean is frustrated, he doesn't like to talk much but Sam also knows if he doesn't keep Dean talking he'll never learn.
"I…" Dean's eyes dart between Sam and Castiel. "Double, French…jack?"
Sam mind whirled around what any of that could possible mean and came up empty. Dean could tell he wasn't making any sense and his lips twisted in uncertainty. "Curly?"
"I don't know what you want?"
"He wants a double cheeseburger with pepper jack cheese and curly fries."
"Yeah I can get that." Sam begins to look for his wallet and keys. "It's kind of freaky when you do that whole mind reading thing."
"I didn't feel like waiting for hours while you tried to decipher what he was saying," Castiel shrugged. Sam puts his wallet in his coat pocket and grabs the keys, he writes down exactly what Dean wanted just in case.
"Do you want pie too?" The side of Dean's mouth rises in contempt and Sam says, "You're right, stupid question."
"You should get a board game," Castiel requests, absently picking at a loose thread on Dean's shirt, "I remember there were board games at the hospital."
"I don't think Dean's really in the mood for board games right now." Sam says and Dean shakes his head in agreement.
"No one is ever in the mood for board games." Castiel sighs disappointedly.
Sam actually has to drive to three different burger joints to find one with curly fries. He was so distracted with wanting to get Dean's order perfect he forgets to get food for himself and Castiel and has to go back. The girl at the register gives him a funny look but doesn't notice that he accidentally uses a credit card with a different name on it.
When he comes back home he finds Dean and Castiel in the same place he left them, his brother practically drooling when he sees the bag in Sam's hand. "I hope you appreciate the effort I had to put in finding your curly fries."
Sam sets the bag in front of Dean who promptly tears it to shreds to get his food. He dumps the fries out on the table and rips the metal foil off the burger before biting into it. His eyes practically roll back in his head and ketchup dribbles down his chin. Sam finds it a little disgusting to watch and it pretty sure Dean's about to come in his pants. "Dean, please chew your food."
"S'good," Dean moaned around a mouthful of fries.
Castiel tugs on Sam's sleeve but he finds it hard to look away. "Perhaps we should give Dean some time alone with his food."
"Uh-yeah, maybe we should," Sam agrees as Castiel pulls him towards the stairs.
Sam watches them sometimes, when they're together. It's always rough and fast but quiet, if any sound passes through Castiel's lips Dean is quick to slam a hand over his mouth and keep him quiet. It's a little creepy but by now Sam knows their routine, knows that Castiel will kiss Dean's jaw and run fingers through his hair. Knows that Dean wastes no time on foreplay, just gets the angel naked on his back as quickly as he can. Dean bites, sometimes hard enough to draw blood, practically bends Castiel in half and tugs on his hair. Castiel gives as good as he takes; he claws at Dean's back, nips at his jaw.
But now when he's beneath Sam he's like a totally different person. He combs his fingers through Sam's long hair, peppers kisses along his neck and whisper in his ear, telling him how good he is. They move against each other, slow and precise. They take their time and touch as much as possible. And when they're done he doesn't push Castiel away like Dean does, doesn't go back to being on red alert, they just relax inside the warmth of the too soft bed.
"Do you think Dean's still eating?" Castiel pants and places a hand on top of Sam's messy hair.
Sam lifts his head and rests his chin on Castiel's chest.
"Why? Where you hoping to compare techniques?"
"No," Castiel laughs softly, "I'm content here."
Sam would have been happy to fall asleep on top of the angel but as hot as Sam found his jutting hip bones, they were currently digging uncomfortably into his stomach. He rolls onto his back and throws his arm over across his eyes when light from the window blinds him. Sam knows Castiel won't actually fall asleep but he curls up against the younger Winchester anyways and Sam's okay with pretending they're a normal couple for once.
Sam doesn't sleep long, the sun was still pouring in from the window but his skin was cold from where Castiel once was. Dean is tugging on Castiel attempting to pull him off the bed but there's no way Dean can make an angel do something they don't want to do.
"Dean." Castiel whines trying to pull away from Dean and back onto the soft pillows next to Sam. Dean only tightens his grip and when Castiel still refuses to move and he buries his face into Castiel's shoulder. Sam watches him nip and lick at Castiel's neck. "That's not fair."
"I don't think he's gonna let up, Cas," Sam smiles and for the briefest second Dean smiles back. Castiel huffs and manages to wiggle out of Dean's hold long enough to pull his clothes on and then Dean was dragging him up the stairs.
Sam stretches and yawns before he follows. He finds the living room empty and the front door open. Dean and Cas are standing in front of the Impala, the hood propped open and the engine gleaming in the afternoon sun. Sam sits on the front steps and watches as Dean points to the separate parts and Castiel nods like he actually cares what's inside the car.
That goes on for close to an hour. Sam goes inside to grab the six-pack in the fridge though he thinks it might be a little weird to sit around watching them while he drinks. He feels a like a bad babysitter. Around the time he reaches his fourth beer, Dean runs out of things to point at and walks back over to Sam. Castiel follows close behind and the two of them look curiously at the metal cans surrounding Sam.
"You want some?" Sam offers the half-full can to his brother. Dean grabs the beer and takes a sip, only to make a sour face and spit it out. He drops the beer and it spills out by his feet, Sam tries not to laugh but he never thought he'd see Dean pass up alcohol. "It's an acquired taste, I guess."
Castiel leans down to grab one of the cans, pops the tab open and chugs it back without so much as a breath in between. When he finishes his last gulp he tosses the empty can back on the porch and wipes the back of hand across his mouth. "I remember this."
"Show off." Dean grumbles. He grabs the last beer and, with some difficulty, opens it then valiantly tries to down it in one go like Castiel. Unfortunately the taste still makes him gag a little and it takes three attempts before he's able to swallow down the whole can.
Sam thinks this might be the happiest he's been in years.
Sam is eighty percent sure that all that stuff Castiel says about 'brothers sharing' is complete crap. He's almost certain that Castiel only has sex with Sam so he can sleep in his bed. Sometimes, when Sam's leaning over him, Castiel gets a look on his face likes he's deciding if a night wrapped up in the soft blankets is worth the effort it would take to blow Sam. Castiel used to spend some nights with Dean and some with Sam but recently he only stays upstairs until Dean falls asleep then sneaks into Sam's bed. It makes sense - Dean's forced him into this routine of lying motionless for several hours a night and then refuses to move off the hard floor. Still, Sam never would have thought sleeping with him should be a chore.
Castiel would probably stay in Sam's bed all day if Sam let him, curled up in a soft mass of pillows and blankets. In fact, as long as Dean stays asleep, Castiel doesn't bother getting out of bed at all. And Sam knows he's kind of looking a gift horse in the mouth. He has Cas, he sort of has Dean, and he's over-analyzing
"Hey, what are you doing?" Sam asks coming up behind Castiel and resting his chin on the angels shoulder.
Castiel's hand pauses, the knife hovering above the half cut cucumber, and twists his head back to press a kiss to Sam's cheek. "Dean needs to eat more vegetables."
"Dean didn't eat vegetables even when he was normal," Sam chuckles. Castiel goes back to chopping up the cucumber and for a while Sam just watches him. It's not until Castiel is done with the cucumber and has moved onto carrots that Sam wraps an arm around Castiel's waist and pulls him closer. The angel hardly seems to notice, just finishes with the carrots and reaches over to grab a tomato. Sam's not sure if Castiel's obliviousness is because he likes having Sam close to him or because he just doesn't realize what Sam is doing. Castiel's steady chopping motion stutters when Sam slides his hand down past the elastic band of Castiel's pants.
"Sam," Castiel gasps out. He drops the knife and Sam hears Dean make a noise of protest over by the television.
"Sam, wait 'til a commercial," Dean grumbles somewhere behind them. Sam laughs against Cas's neck, the angel whimpering when the hot breath warmed his skin. Apparently, the lure of Castiel isn't strong enough to draw his brother away from eight hour marathon of Dr. Sexy.
"This is unsanitary," Castiel says as his hands grip the counter top.
"Don't tell me you're afraid to get a little dirty." Sam pushes the sliced up vegetables further down the counter and turns Castiel around. Sam lifts him up on the counter and wraps the angel's legs around his waist. He's still a little giddy that he gets to touch Castiel whenever he wants, that he doesn't have to hide it from Dean or wait for Castiel to initiate.