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The Supernatural characters belong to Kripke Enterprises and the CW, not me. No money is being made from this story. It is for entertainment only.

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A Wandering Boy

Chapter 17

Touch Me

From Chapter 16

Well, that's a lot to absorb." Sam said. "It certainly puts concerns about sinful acts into perspective. All these rules that have been laid down by the World's religions are pretty much superfluous, aren't then?"

"This is very good,' Castiel exclaimed, poking his fork at his pasta. "This was an excellent choice on your part." He looked up, "Excuse me, I didn't mean to interrupt you. What was the question again?"

"Rules about sin as laid down by the World's religions?" Sam reminded the Angel.

"On yes, completely irrelevant; God has no interest in such things. I've told you what the one great sin is and even that can be forgiven." Castiel ate the last of his pasta and put his fork down. "Now, should we wait here until it is time to pick up Dean? When we are back at Bobby's you can explain to me what to 'make out like love sick moose' means."

Sam laughed. "Good plan."

Chapter 17

Fingers lightly outlined the shape of his lips. Sam was home, lying in his bed allowing the Angel Castiel to fondle him without shuddering away from the Seraph's touch. Sam was trying to remember far back in his life when hands on his body did not mean pain to come. He was desperately trying to relax and failing completely.

Once, long ago, being touched must have meant something. He was searching for a memory of his mother. That was the last time he had felt safe in someone's hands. Sam was no virgin but his infrequent couplings had been fierce, cold and almost clinical. They had fulfilled a physical need, not an emotional one. The Angel was asking for something completely different.

A soft ghostly touch traced down from his lips to his throat and back up around the shell of his ear. His eyes were shut and the room was completely dark. It could be anyone's hands on him. A breath fell on the skin of his cheek and for a moment he tensed. He had never noticed Castiel breathing. This felt warm and alive; no pain, only delicate sparking along his nerves. A soft humming noise invaded his brain and a murmuring like running water soothed him.

They had returned to Bobby's after dinner at a restaurant and as they entered hand in hand Bobby's eyebrows had conveyed entire questions and opinions in almost comic profusion. Sam had smiled.

"Hey, Bobby." Sam greeted the man. " Castiel and I are going up to bed early. Can you see to it that Dean is tucked up and asleep? We don't want to disturb the kid."

Bobby put down his beer. "Sure, I'll take care of that for you. I can see you guys have made some kind of decision. Maybe I'll sleep down here tonight. I don't think you want to disturb me either."

"Thanks you very much, Mr. Singer," Castiel responded in his deepest voice. "There is much that Sam and I want to explore in private."

Bobby shook his head. "Fine. I'll just remember that from now on if you call me Mr. Singer I should head for the couch. Good night you two and I don't need any more detail, thanks."

Sam blushed deeply and dropped his eyes to the floor. Castiel took his arm and led him up the stairs to the darkness of the second floor while Bobby turned his back and walked away. At the head of those stairs Castiel turned while Sam was still one step down and held the man's face cupped in his hands. The kiss was soft and warm and spoke volumes about loss, forgiveness and love.

Castiel had given up his world and his lover to keep Dean and the human world safe from heaven's greedy devastation. In this world Sam's mother and brother had been ripped away by a demon's plans which left him bleeding and alone, deprived of love and any family beyond the damaged and abusive John who in his private pain lashed out at the son who only reminded him of all that he had lost.

That Sam's soul had found any solace at all and grew to make him the good man who existed today was almost a miracle. He owed a lot to Bobby Singer. He was controlled and damaged but still willing to learn.

Once in the room that had been Sam's room but was about to become their room, Sam headed for the bathroom to perform his nightly rituals. He left the Angel standing just inside the door. When he came back out, dressed, after much thought, in only his soft sleep pants, the Angel was sitting on the bed.

Castiel extended his hand to the Hunter and tugged Sam toward the bed. He had peeled back the comforter and the sheets glowed white in the moonlight. Sam followed the Angelic lead and lay down. He was tense, his fight or flight response keyed up so high his nerves thrummed like violin strings. Carefully Castiel stroked a gentle hand down his cheek and traced the outline of his lips.

"Close your eyes and roll over, the Angel whispered. "You aren't any use to anyone this way. I promise I'm not going to hurt you. Relax."

Sam lay flat and tried to release his tense muscles. He wanted to trust the Angel but even so he flinched when Castiel bracketed his body with a leg on either side of his hips and the Angel's hands touched his shoulders. Those healing hands began to massage Sam's hard muscles at the base of his neck. The Angel's thumbs rocked on either side of Sam's spine, digging into the tension there while the long fingers tried to loosen the ridges on either side of his neck. It was almost a battle but one that Castiel finally won. Sam's head dropped and he began to enjoy the soothing sensations trickling down his spine.

Castel leaned forward over the young man's body to whisper softly in his ear. "Be calm, be peaceful, and be at rest." The words were a mantra and Sam felt the release all the way down his back. He sank gratefully into the mattress. It was a bit of a shock when he realized that it was Castiel's naked chest that was resting on his back. Sam could feel warm thighs pressing against his hips insulated only by his thin, soft sleep pants. Somewhere along the way Castiel had shed his clothing and Sam had a naked Angel on his back.

Castiel's talented hands moved over more tight muscles, delivering ease and slowly Sam came to trust those hands. He drifted off to sleep, safe in the hands of an Angel of the Lord.

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The morning sum burst into their room, a buzzing busy body disturbing their sleep. Sam opened his eyes, stretched and yawned. When his elbow bumped into another body in his bed he pulled back, startled. A naked Castiel rolled over and smiled at him and memory flooded back. The smell of bacon filled the air. Sam Winchester lay on his back staring up at the ceiling and gathering together the fragments of his new life.

He was no longer alone. He was in bed with his partner. His brother-son was somewhere in the house, most likely blocking the bathroom and Bobby Singer seems to have cooked breakfast. It was a completely different world he was suddenly living in and it took just a moment for him to catch up.

There was a pounding at the door and Dean shouted. "Sam, get up for breakfast, Bobby says. Can you give me a ride to school?" The Hunter peeked under the covers and was relieved to see he still had his sleep pants on. Climbing out of bed his bare feet hit the chilly floor. A few long steps and he threw open the wooden door. Dean was on the other side, hair still wet from his shower and a big grin on his face.

"Bathroom's free," Dean said then tried to look around behind Sam. "Good morning Castiel."

Sam blushed to the roots of his hair. Castiel sat up in the bed, the covers pooling in his lap. "Good morning Dean," he responded.

"Yeah," the boy grinned. "Bobby told me you were probably in here. I didn't think that Angels slept."

"Well, I wasn't here to sleep," Castiel started to say but Sam immediately cut him off. "That's enough," the red faced Hunter said. "Dean, go tell Bobby we'll be down in a minute."

Castiel continued. "Sam was going to show me how Moose copulate but he fell asleep before we got into it."

Dean snorted almost strangling on his giggles.

Sam rolled his eyes and pushed the door closed in Dean's face.

"I don't believe you said that." Sam groaned.

Just then the most remarkable thing happen; Castiel smiled at him. "Was that not true?"

"Oh my. God," Sam sputtered. "You were trying to be funny, weren't you?"

Castiel gathered his covers and looked out the window. It had worked. He had made a joke. All those years spent with the other Winchesters had not been spent in vain.

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Downstairs Bobby Singer was setting the table. It was nice to have people to share the house with. He had not noticed the silence that had pervaded his house since Karen died. He had accepted the silence as peace instead of realizing it was loneliness. Dean clattered down the stairs and hopped into the kitchen, pulling out a chair and climbing up, ready for his breakfast. The kid shattered quiet like the blast of a trumpet.

"Good morning, kid," Bobby laughed. "You like pancakes?"

Dean's face lit up like a light turned on behind his eyes. "I love pancakes. Do they have blueberries in them?"

Bobby hemmed and hawed, "You can have blueberries if you want. Or you could have chocolate chips. It's up to you. What happen to Sam and Castiel?"

Dean was twisting himself in to a pretzel. The pancake decision had his face screwed up in thought. Finally he squeaked out "Chocolate chips. Can I really have chocolate chips?"

"Sure kid, no problem." Bobby answered and went back to the griddle. "It'll only take a minute."

Dean was so focused on the pancakes he forgot all about Sam and Castiel so when they showed up Dean forgot to even try to tease his Dad Sam about his Uncle Castiel.

Bobby turned as the kitchen chairs scrapped the floor. "Well, excuse me late bloomers. You can just get over here and pick up your own plates. The maid went home early. Of course, if you guys are too tired, I might help out."

Sam sighed and stood up. "All right you can all knock it off. Is everyone a comic this morning?" He went to the counter and snagged plates for himself and Castiel and brought them back to the table.

He set one in front of the Angel and when Castiel looked surprised he said, "If you are up to making jokes and sleeping, you're up to eating. We'll make a human out of you yet. Tell the grumpy old cook 'thanks'.

Bobby looked over at the table. "Grumpy I can take but what's with this old crap, boy?"

Sam leaned in and concentrated on his pancakes, ignoring them all. He was trying to hold on to the last shreds of his self-respect. It was pretty plain that the entire house was all up in his business. This kind of family closeness was a strange new world for the previously solitary Hunter. John Winchester's idea of a family breakfast was a bag of half way to cold Egg McMuffins left out on a table.

"So you would like a ride to school today, Dean." Sam said, recalling the request at his bedroom door.

"I told him to ask you," Bobby spoke up. "I got a call this morning from that T.V. woman who stuffed the microphone in your face out by where you caught the pervert. She said that you two had agreed to an interview and she wanted to talk to you or Castiel or even Dean this morning for her early show. I thought you might not want him out there by himself where she could get at him. She reminds me of a chicken house fox. She wants the roosters but she'll take a hen or chick if she has to."

Castiel had no idea what Bobby was talking about. This habit humans had of throwing animals into the conversation was something he really did not yet understand. Sam muttered to himself and took another bite of pancake before responding.

"Thanks Bobby. Did she leave a number? We better deal with her before she starts trailing us all over town. Dean, if she approaches you make sure you keep your mouth shut and your head down. No talking about Angels."

Dean tried to lick the sticky off his fork and hand. "I know. I won't talk to her without you.'

Bobby got up and went for a wet towel for the 10 year old. "Here, get the syrup off you and get it off my table too. You guys should hit the road and watch out for News vans. Have a good day, Dean."

As Bobby started picking up the kitchen Sam stood up to help. "By the way. Sam," Bobby murmured "when you get back I have a new hunt I want to talk to you about. You and Castiel might want to look into it." Bobby glanced over at the Angel sitting at his kitchen table like an everyday human being. "It's right up your partner's alley. It's a haunted church."