Sam and Cas

"Maybe we should call Cas for this one," Dean said, looking hopelessly as the mass of papers that sat in front of him. Sam felt his heart leap then quickly plummet at the mention of the angel.

He loved Castiel, more than anything, with the exception of Dean, but it was obvious who the angel had feelings for. Dean and that 'profound bond' to Cas made Sam's blood boil. Of course, he could never hate his brother, but he hated that Castiel always seemed to prefer Dean.

If Sam called, Cas took five minutes to get there, and he was usually cranky. When Dean called, Cas was there before he even finished his prayer.

Sam tried to get the angel's attention, but it never worked. Even when he gave up shotgun for Castiel, all he got was a 'Thank you, Sam' and then later got yelled at by Dean who didn't like change and wanted his little brother next to him.

Maybe it was because of the demon blood? He was off that, of course, but maybe that's why Cas didn't like him. And Dean was, after all, the 'righteous man'.

Sam was pretty sure if he disappeared and Cas came to visit them, he wouldn't question Sam's absence but if Castiel visited him and Dean wasn't there, he would ask over and over and over for him. Sam always loved seeing Castiel, that ridiculous trenchcoat and hair that was never combed, but Castiel never paid him half of the attention Dean got.

"Sam? Sam! You listenin man?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, go on," he said, a bit distracted.

"You alright?" Dean asked, watching his brother.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Go ahead and call Cas, I'll just go get lunch," he said, grabbing his jacket and Dean's keys before he even had a chance to respond.

Sam let out a breath in the car and started the engine, driving to the nearest diner. He walked in and took a seat, ordering some fries which he could take as long as he wanted eating. The waitress set a plate in front of him and he stuffed one in his mouth, even though he wasn't hungry.

"Hello Sam."

"Jesus Christ!" Sam's knee slammed into the underside of the table and he groaned in pain before looking up at the angel who sat opposite him. "Cas, you can't just appear like that in a public place, it's not normal. What are you doing here?" Sam dutifully ignored the happy thrill that went through him.

"I had to see you."

Sam felt his hopes rise and he felt a flush on his cheeks. "R-really?"

"Yes. I believe you are more familiar with a university campus than Dean is. In the university nearby there's a library which I believe has what we're looking for, and I need you to help me get it so I can take it back to Dean."

Sam's heart fell and felt heat rise in his cheeks. He slammed a palm on the table, threw a few crumpled bills next to the plate and got up roughly, banging his knee again. He shoved open the door and began walking, feeling himself begin to get flustered. His eyes watered and he cursed himself for ever thinking Cas would come to see him just for him.

He walked down the pavement, turning down a deserted alley so he could kick around empty boxes and find some way to let his anger out. He combed back his hair, kicking a can all the way to the end of the alley.

"You are upset."

Sam sighed, giving a humourless laugh. "Yeah Cas, is it obvious?" he asked.

"Why are you angry?" the angel questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

Sam wanted to say 'nothing' and just walk off, but his lips were moving before he even knew what he was saying. "Why do you care? All you care about is dean," he said bitterly.

Castiel frowned. "What does this have to do with Dean?"

Sam laughed loudly, a shudder entering his voice as he tried to keep from bursting into full out tears. "What does this have to do with Dean? Everything, Cas, everything! He's all you care about, Dean, Dean, Dean.

"No time for Sam! You don't even give a shit about me and you'd probably ignore me one hundred percent if I wasn't your favourite hunter's brother!

"Hey Cas, I brought you some angel stuff. Oh yeah, thanks Sam, hey Dean… Cas I sold my soul to get you back. Oh what, that's great, Dean, could you… Cas I went out and found God for you because you wanted him. Oh, did you say something Sam, sorry I was too busy paying attention to Dean!"

Sam had been pacing the whole time, kicking things and letting the tears run freely. He turned to face the angel who saw clearly why Sam was upset.

"I mean, yeah, you and Dean have this whole bond or whatever and you clearly prefer him over me but God, what I would do for just a fraction of the attention you give Dean! And he doesn't even think anything of it!"

Sam turned to face Castiel, his nose red and his hair messy and tears streaming down his face.

"Why?" he asked, his voice broken. "Why can't you just like me too?"

Castiel was suddenly in front of Sam, his hands on his cheeks and pulling him from his sagging position, almost in pain at seeing the younger man's sorrow. "Sam, I do like you. I love you. It is not an angel's place to love a human, you are considered above us, and I thought by distancing myself from you I could stop my feelings. I thought since Dean was my charge, perhaps I could turn the feelings of affection I had towards you into protection for Dean."

Sam gasped for air, leaning into Castiel's warm hands as held his face.

"Look at me, look at me Sam Winchester! I love you, I have since I heard of you. I cannot bear to see you suffer like this. I love you, I always have, and I always will."

Sam almost melted when Castiel pressed his hot lips against his mouth. Castiel kept him up. Letting Sam cling onto him, not seeming affected by it at all. Sam moved his mouth against Castiel's, taking what he'd yearned for for so long.

He tugged his fingers into Castiel's soft hair, letting him ravage his tongue against Sam's. Castiel pulled away, it seemed like seconds for Sam but it was minutes. He sat down on an old, wooden crate, pulling Sam down with him and tugged him.

The younger Winchester weakly fell into Castiel's embrace as he held him against his chest. "Don't you ever think, for a second, that I prefer someone over you. You are mine, Sam Winchester, and I am yours."

Sam reveled in his words, whimpering softly. Castiel held Sam tighter and ran his fingers through his hair, cooing sweet things into his ear until Sam had managed to get a hold of himself. During this time, Sam thought about what happened and he sat up, looking nervous.

"Look, Cas, I get if you don't like me as much as Dean, you didn't have to do all of that if you didn't mean it, I'm sorry for putting you in a position like that," he said, looking down at his hands.

Castiel kissed him again, a hot, fiery, passionate kiss that made Sam turn into jelly. "I am only taking what I wanted for years," he whispered hoarsely, before straddling Sam and kissing him again, pushing his tongue into Sam's mouth.

Sam pushed himself against Castiel's warm body, trying to gain control of the situation, but he was too much of a mushy, lovesick human to anything but wrap his arms around Castiel's waist and rub his hands over his back. Castiel rocked his hips into Sam and he groaned into Cas' mouth.

Castiel massaged Sam's tongue with his and Sam felt a heat forming between them, which was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. Castiel moved to Sam's neck, placing hot, wet kisses there. Sam gasped, clutching Cas' hair and pushing him into his neck as he tilted his head, begging for more.

Castiel knew Sam was a mess around him and he pulled away, knowing if he didn't stop they would never finish. Sam whimpered at the loss of contact and heat, especially in the cold weather. Castiel hushed him gently, giving him a short kiss.

"We must go, Sam, Dean will be worried about you."

"Can't we – can't we just stay a bit longer," Sam pleaded, drawing his eyebrows together slightly and giving Cas his puppy eyes; it worked on Dean so why not Cas?

Castiel was vulnerable to Sam's kicked puppy expression and he leaned in, giving the younger Winchester a few more minutes of their earlier heated make out session before pulling away and climbing off of Sam.

"Come Sam, we have to leave."

Sam sighed, getting up and following Castiel to the Impala. He started the engine before remembering the research. "Hey Cas, what about the university?"

Castiel flushed. "I'm afraid I know all about the topic, I just wanted to see you," he confessed. Sam didn't hide his happy grin and he roared out of the parking lot, stopping a few blocks away from the motel.

"Sam, what are you –" Castiel was pulled down by the hunter and his lips captured in a kiss before he could finish his question.

Not that he minded.