"Your hands are freezing don’t touch me!" + Sastiel!
Sam woke up with a shiver. The cold air of the winter storm raging outside seemed to have settled straight on his skin while he slept, though the bunker itself was temperature regulated to counteract the cold. Without opening his eyes, he groped around for the soft edges of the thick comforter Dean splurged on when he saw it was “Sasquatch-sized” – though Sam knew that wasn’t the only reason – only to find the edge out of his reach. With a soft groan, he finally blinked his eyes open. His vision was blurry for a moment, but after a quick swipe to clear the sleep out of them, he confirmed what his blurry eyes had told him moments before. There was no comforter. There was no blanket or any other covering, for that matter, over his long body.
Sam bolted upright, completely awake. The mattress beneath him was his own and he was definitely in his room at the bunker – those were the two things that came back to him in a flash. Did Dean take his covers as a prank? He furrowed his brow as he thought, but he quickly dismissed that idea. They hadn’t had any prank wars for a while and, considering what the Trails were doing to his body, he knew Dean wouldn’t steal his covers on a cold night. Well, not now, anyway.
He ran a hand through his hair before flopping it back to the bed on a lump. He furrowed his brows. His bed didn’t have any lumps. It might not be memory foam, but it sure as hell wasn’t lumpy like the nameless motels he’d stayed at before. His bed also didn’t huff and wiggle like it was doing now. Sam blinked again and looked down at his hand. He stifled a laugh before he patted the bed again, getting another soft huff as Castiel wriggled away from the touch. Ah, that’s what happened. Castiel, Angel of the Lord, and cover thief.
The events of the previous night come back in a rush and he can’t help but shake his head. After finding Castiel on the road, they had taken the injured angel back to bunker with them. They needed to help carry the angel inside, though Dean had to help him down the stairs as the brief energy spurt Sam received after their discussion with Metatron and Kevin had left pretty quickly after they entered. He was able to get himself down the stairs, but even that was cutting it close. Castiel had a second wind and working together, the angel and his brother had been able to help him stumble to his room. He had insisted on cleaning Castiel’s wound, but Dean had shot the idea down pretty quickly after a probing once over. Sam had barely gotten into his sleep clothes before falling into his bed and curling up with his covers.
Covers the angel now hoarded. Sam huffed, but he couldn’t be mad. He hadn’t seen Castiel in a while and, though seeing him actually sleep was a little disturbing, it warmed his heart to see the angel so comfortable in his bed again – as if they hadn’t spent any time apart. He slowly pulled the covers out from where Castiel’s body pinned them to the bed, grinning at the huffs and annoyed shuffling the angel did. Cas poked his head above his cover cocoon at Sam, hair sticking up in every direction, and narrowed his groggy eyes at the taller man. “What are you doing?” His already gravel voice almost eating the words with the additional sleepiness.
Sam smiled wider as he tugged. “I’m trying to get my covers back.”
“But I’m comfortable.”
“And I’m cold.”
“You’re fully clothed.”
“… You’re not?” Sam asked curiously, putting his hand under the covers to lay against Catiel’s naked torso.
The angel flinched away. “Your hands are freezing, don’t touch me!”
Sam pulled back as if stung. “Sorry.” He hung his head, hair falling to hide his face as the soft apology fell from his lips. He moved to swing his legs over the edge of the bed, but stopped at the soft grip on his bicep.
“Sam … wait.” Castiel remained silent until Sam looked over his shoulder at him. “I did not mean to be harsh. I am sorry.”
“It’s okay, Cas.” Sam offered the angel a weak smile to cheer him up, but the angel’s intent look persisted.
“No, it is not. Come here.” Castiel tugged at Sam’s arm and the taller man folded himself back on the bed. “Good. Here.” The angel detangled himself swiftly from the covers and took his time laying them over Sam’s body. “Are you covered now?”
Sam smiled weakly again as he dug his toes into the edges of the covers and tucked them around his side. “Better.”
“Good.” Castiel nodded before scooting closer. “Give me your hands.”
“What?” Sam furrowed his brows, turning over on his side to fully look at Castiel.
“Your hands, Sam. Give them to me.”
“Why?”
“They’re cold.” Castiel smirked, looking up at Sam with a devious look. “Let me warm them up.”
“Ah.” Sam’s smile was genuine as he cupped his hands and held them out to the angel. Castiel covered the larger man’s hands in his own as much as he could before he started to rub them between. After a moment, the angel pulled them under the covers, shifting himself over until his knees bumped into Sam’s and trapped their hands between their bodies. “… I’m feeling warmer all ready.”
“But still not warm enough, I feel.” Castiel arched an eyebrow, the smirk still on his lips.
“Oh, no. Not warm enough at all.” Sam grinned and shuffled closer.
“Well, then I have my work cut out for me.” Castiel leaned forward to kiss Sam gently on the lips, smiling as Sam eagerly returned the kiss. When Castiel pulled back, he took one hand away from Sam’s and placed it on the taller man’s hips. “I should get started on that.”
When Sam awoke next, he was quite warm indeed.
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Prompt Response from THIS post. Feel free to heed the warnings in the tag and I’ll do my best!
