CAS-erotica

Cas and Ali

Sam walked from the hallway past the makeshift living room.

He had gotten tired of being the only room in the house with a television, and a while ago Dean had decided they needed a "man-cave," a funny thing because they really lived in an underground bunker, but Sam hadn't argued. It was great to have his privacy back.

This time though, he caught a scene of the movie on TV and paused in the doorway. He could tell that the person on the recliner was Cas, something about the wild way his hair stuck up but it was the odd way that his head was tilted that made him wonder just what was going on.

It wasn't until Ali sat up and leaned her head against his that Sam realized the she was sitting on his lap, and by the looks of it, they were sharing a blanket. Ali sighed, which made Sam think she might have been sleeping.

"Better?" Cas questioned.

"If I don't start getting this like a normal person, I think I'm going to go crazy," she grumbled.

Yep, definitely sleeping, Sam could tell by the tone and depth of her voice.

"Have you talked to Sam and Dean about it?"

"Yeah…" she whispered, "no, there's no point Cas, unless they screw me stupid, there is no way I'm falling asleep. Why do you think I keep getting up and wandering the halls at night."

"You should really tell them."

Of course, Cas was right, she should have told them but Sam knew she wouldn't. This was how he found out most things, by stumbling on a conversation. She was pretty good at keeping things in but at some point, she told someone. Usually Sam, but there were things that she told to only Cas too, and sometimes Dean, when they weren't at each other's throats.

"Can we not?" She snuggled down against the angel further and Cas tilted his head again.

The next time Sam found them, the two of them were staring at each other across the table in the kitchen, Ali with a cup of coffee raised to her lips, Cas with his hands flat on the table and their faces were completely blank.

Sam cleared his throat, which only got the corners of Ali's lips going up in a small grin as a response, but Cas never blinked and Ali tried not to give in, but she squinted and Cas sat back triumphantly.

"That doesn't count," Ali huffed, "I was distracted by the Alpha male presence in the room."

"Alpha male?" Sam questioned.

"Using Sam as an excuse is poor sportsmanship." Cas spoke up and sat back a little, as if he were relaxing all his muscles.

"Hey, it was a good try," both the angel and Ali suddenly looked at him and Sam tried to casually make his way to the coffee machine as Ali finally sipped on hers. "Sam, can you help with a little thing Cas and I have been discussing?"

"Depends," he smiled and sat down beside her on one of the stools, before pulling it closer to her, slipping one leg behind her, fitting her seat in between his legs, "what's it about?"

"Sex." Cas blurted out and Sam's head snapped in his direction to see the fiery way the angel was looking at the woman beside him. "Ali thinks that it's better when you look someone in the eye during sex as opposed to closing your eyes and "going with the feelings", what do you think?"

"I," Sam blinked, not sure what to think, but he looked over at Ali, whose lips were covering that cool mug and smiling at the same time and he wondered if she knew just how flustered he made her. Sam cleared his throat and licked his lips, a movement that Ali did indeed catch, because her eyes went right to his mouth. "I think it depends on what is going on at that moment. Give me a scenario."

"Me?" Cas looked a bit stunned but Sam had a plan.

"Yeah, you asked, so you need to come up with it."

"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with the description of the act, Sam."

"Try anyway, Cas, it will be fun, and I'm sure you'll do just fine." All the while, Ali had sat silent.

"May I used you and Ali as the characters?"

"No!" Ali snapped.

"Yes," was Sam's reply but since Sam was the one agreeing to it, Cas took his response as law.

"Very well," Cas sat back, his head tilted just a bit and he looked over Ali, his eyes narrowing as he did the most human thing Sam had seen in a while, he bit down on his lips, not drawing it in, just dug his top teeth into it and he watched her for a moment before he began. "His hands are moving over your body, fingertips tracing every line, every 're like an erotic dance but only for you, smooth and rough at the same time depending on where they land." Cas stopped and looked at Sam. "Are you sure I should continue?"

"Yes," Sam answered.

"No," Ali protested, but it was because Sam could see the blush on her cheeks.

"Cas, keep going." Sam encouraged.

Cas cleared his throat and focused on Ali again, "cupping your breasts is soft, like a silk sheet drifting over your skin, but the way his fingers pinch at your nipple, rolling it between them, is like callous ridges of heat and pleasure, all in one. It's not painful, but the shock of it sends a bolt of want along every nerve in your body.

"You moan, your own hands buried in his hair, tangled in it as his kiss moves along your cheek, around the curve of your jaw, down across your neck. Lower, and lower still as he replaces his fingers with a wet warm mouth, sucking the peaks of your nipples until you cry out, grazing teeth across them to make you scream."

"Jesus, Cas," Ali whispered, breathless, but Sam felt her hand go straight for the leg that he had placed beside her, and her nails dug into the fabric of his jeans.

"His fingers travel lower, blazing a trail down over your ribs, spread wide to capture the feeling of all of you. Your body committed to the memory of the tips of his fingers, until he moves past your navel, down over your hip bones, and as one finds the soft skin of your muscles there, the other continues, dipping low between your thighs, feeling the heat and the wetness below their touch.

"He rubs over your clit," Cas stops, his eyes leaving Ali's own to land on Sam's, "That is the correct terminology for that, isn't it?"

"Just keep going, Cas, I don't think it's going to matter which way you say it," Sam smiled, but he knew that at the moment, he really didn't care either. Cas could definitely spin a story and by the breathing of the woman next to him, FUCK! Sam was about to be in some serious trouble.

"Okay," his eyes went back to Ali, "the tip of his thumb flickers over your clit, getting more than a shake from your body as your insides tremble, everything is overstimulated, oversensitive and you're need for release claws at you." Ali's body was already trembling as Sam ran his hand along the small of her back, but her face didn't give anything away. "He separates your folds, slick and ready before he slips one thick finger in."

Had Cas really looked that hard at his hands before?

"You arch against it, ache for it to be in deeper and start to ride it, bringing it deeper into you, until you can't stand it, you beg for another, to which he complies without words as his mouth moves up to yours, breathing in your sounds as his fingers delve deep within your core. You feel the heat in your stomach, pooling low, electric feelings of release along your spine until your pace against his intruding hands becomes wild and eratic. You tear from his mouth, scream out his name as he connects with that spot deep inside that sends you tumbling. You wash over him, slick from desire, wetter still for something… larger, and suddenly, stars burst behind your eyes. You're unable to move, just ride the wave of pleasure until your body is exhausted and you fall against the bed, Sam's mouth still kissing yours." Cas paused in his description and Sam smiled, looking over at Ali, who was all sorts of red. The angel tilted his head a little, taking in the lust-blown darkness of her eyes and shifted towards Sam. "Was that description adequate enough?"

"Yeah, I think it was." Sam grinned.

"Christ, Feathers, Cas-erotica much?" Ali whispered, swallowing hard. She moved her hand from Sam's jeans to his hand that rested on her back.

"Would you be able to keep your eyes open for that?" Cas questioned.

"I don't know, but I'm damn well willing to test it." Ali stood, tugging on Sam's hand. "Be back, maybe… never."

Cas sat back in the chair as Sam grinned and followed Ali by standing up. The younger Winchester leaned down, face a little flush.

"I think you won," he winked and before Cas knew it, he was sitting in the room alone and the door down the hall slammed shut.