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"Don't want to talk about it."
[Does anyone want to do a thing?]
”—I would not say that I am trying to impress you. I am simply reminding you of my abilities.”
He did not smile, but he tipped his head to the side ever so slightly. There was a despair radiating from the other (one similar to the despair that had clung to him like a second skin after Lucifer had Fallen). His hands were in his pockets, and he raised an eyebrow at the hunter.
”What’s wrong?”
".."
Silence. For the first time, Sam was even more quiet than he had been in any other conversation with Michael. He didn't know what to say, how to say it - as if saying it out loud would make it real. It couldn't be real. There had to be a way, some way -- It had worked before.
He sighed, deeply, shaking his head. He was worn out, days of him not being able to get sleep, of him not being able to even open the door to Dean's room.. He couldn't do it. Not alone, anyways. ".. Dean, he..", he made, then shook his head and looked down, bringing a hand up to run it through his hair, tugging at it lightly. He couldn't say it.
"So? You're still trying to -- impress me?"
There was nothing he could wish for anymore. Nothing Michael could give him. There was nothing he'd want, nothing he'd need. Nothing but the only thing he couldn't have - his brother back with him.
"Oh boy."
"I am so sick of that stuff."
M!A: For the next 2 days (or shorter if you get bored), you get to be a teenager again! Both in body and in mind, you're back to being an adolescent to reminisce over the good times.
"Aww, crap."
”You never know— I could make a surprise victory.”
(He stops fighting the smile and lets it appear; it was not very often that he had the opportunity to wear a genuine smile.)
"Well then... Surprise me."
[ His gaze is focused on the board now, he only glances up shortly towards the other's face. ]
”It’s going to be touch to win, but I’m going to try my hardest.”
(He tried not to smile as he continued to play.)
"I'm pretty sure that you're gonna lose that round."
[ The smile on his face was genuine this time, it felt easy, actually. ]
”—I’ll be more than happy to have a conversation with you once I’ve finished my game.”
"Don't wanna say anything.. -- But you're losing against yourself."
"..."
Angel's wings | fallenfromfreewill
Castiel was satisfied when Sam said that he would go to bed but when the other requested he come with, he tilted his head in mild confusion as to why. Regardless, Sam wanted him to thus Castiel was going to do what he wanted and followed along quietly to Sam’s room.
The angel, fully clad in all of his clothing, took a seat on the end of Sam’s bed and waited patiently for him to return from getting ready. While he was there, he took the time to look around, wonder just what it was that he had done to this place since he made it his own. It was comfortable and it just felt like Sam.
He looked down at his clothing, brow furrowed, and wondered if he should remove any of it. Not sure what to do, he decided that he might as well just wait until Sam came back so that he could get better guidance on this.
Sam washed his face and smiled to himself while drying it, simply because of the memory of Cas' lips on his own. It was nice to know that he wasn't all that alone with his feelings, that there was obviously something in Cas that liked him, too. It made the hunter smile that stupid, wide smile of his, before he got himself together again, slowly walking out.
He found Castiel sitting on his bed, fully clothed and all, while Sam had changed into a shirt and some sweatpants. "Do you want to change, too? I mean... Those can't be exactly comfortable.", he said quietly, but the smile on his face showed that he was only suggesting it, not wanting to make Cas do something he didn't want.
"It's more comfortable, believe me.", he added then, turning to open one of the drawers, getting out another pair of sweatpants and a shirt, setting them down on the chair near the angel. "If you want."
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Angel's wings | fallenfromfreewill
With the angel always ever just wanting Dean, Sam would have never thought that Castiel would change his mind, well, maybe change it for someone other than Sam. But Cas had kissed him, had opened up to him and gave him the privilege to have a look at the wings, to even touch them.
While he knew that, however much he’d compliment the angel, he probably wouldn’t believe him, at least not when it came to his wings. He wouldn’t stop telling Castiel just the same though, since he found them incredibly amazing.
As the other pulled back, Sam let go, feeling the emptiness in his arms and taking that as a negative thing, causing a light frown to appear in the hunter’s face. He watched as the wings vanished from his sight, simply gone now, causing him to sigh. The words of the other though made him chuckle, nodding lightly. "I’m not really tired just now, Cas.", he replied gently, "How could I be?"
Castiel cocked his head to the side as he glanced to one of the clocks in the bunker. “Not tired? But it’s late even by your standards.” He knew that Dean and Sam didn’t get nearly as much sleep as they needed but this seemed as though it was even later than they normally used as a time for sleep. He shifted his weight then, turning back toward Sam who seemed positively lucid.
"If you don’t plan on sleeping, what will you do?" Because that was all there was then. If Sam didn’t want to sleep, that meant he’d just stay up and do something else but there really wasn’t much one could do at the darkest hours of the night. At least they were in the safety of the bunker so that they knew nothing would happen whatsoever.
"You still shouldn’t stay up much longer." Cas worried about the wellbeing of both brothers since they seemed so often to put their health on the back burner in comparison to virtually the well being of everyone else, including each other.
When the angel nearly insisted that he went to bed, Sam chuckled. He was a grown man and took bedtime commands from an angel. No, from his angel. Not that he'd claim Castiel all for himself, but.. Okay, maybe he did, but only in the back of his mind.
"Okay, okay, I'm going!", he said, the tone of his voice amused though, before he glanced over at the angel, hesitating shortly. "But only if you come with me.", the hunter added then, a little smile on his face, before he turned on his heels to follow the instructions given by the angel, knowing that he wouldn't get much sleep tonight, even if it was just because he wouldn't be able to stop himself from thinking about what just happened.
Sam went to the bathroom to get ready for bed, not really knowing if Cas would follow his invitation or not. He wouldn't blame him if he didn't, but honestly, Sam would've liked it a lot.
"To me or to..us?" Sam asked in response, smiling lightly at the other, not really knowing why he did that, but it seemed fitting and there were enough things drawing the hunter towards the angel. If not only for purity, what else was it for then?
"…To us," he said eventually, taking a step closer to the other. As much as he felt like the other was an addiction, it was the best substitute for Lucifer that he’d get. Besides, Sam would be nicer to him than Lucifer. Michael knew there was no hope of him ever making peace with the Adversary.
Sam watched the archangel stepping closer, looking at him, he felt the different aura of the other, making him lightly uncomfortable, making him feel inadequate and small in contrary to Michael. But the other agreed and so Sam just looked at him, not moving just yet, finding himself feeling better in the presence of the angel. "And now?"
"…Congratulations," he said slowly, a small smile on his face.
He wondered what marriage would be like— would it be any different to his life as it was? Weren’t human couples supposed to be the ones marrying? Him and Sam weren’t even a couple (although he did not mind the idea, for the other was close enough to pass as being Lucifer if Michael narrowed his eyes).
"To me or to..us?", Sam asked in response, smiling lightly at the other, not really knowing why he did that, but it seemed fitting and there were enough things drawing the hunter towards the angel. If not only for purity, what else was it for then?
