Sam and Cas' relationship had started a bit out of the blue.
They knew they were together and knew all the stuff that were included in the 'in relationship' package but never put much thought on anything.
Their hearts would skipped a beat whenever they met for breakfast. They looked at each other a lot more than usual, and personal space... the only one was in the bathroom and during the night.
However they weren't doing anything that could give the other people around the impression they were together. Even Dean had to ask every now and then if they were still together.
One night Sam and Cas made a movie night. Lightened only by the screen of the TV, Sam was sitting on the left end of the couch, cushion on his leg and Cas laying on the length with head on the pillow.
Sam had great view of his angel, laying peaceful, a bit sleepy on his leg. And Cas could shift his gaze up every now and then to look at Sam's beautiful face. At some point Sam looked down and slid his hand down to Cas' shoulder. The other smiled shortly and kept watching the TV. But Sam didn't stop there. His hand slowly traveled down Cas' arm, fingers brushed his wrist, traced over his knuckles and fingers and slowly slid in between them. Cas' breath ceased, his hand trembled just a bit and as slowly accepted Sam's fingers and locked them together moving their hands closer to his chest.
Art Summary and all previous chapters Part 6 words: 2k+ on this chapter
Later one night Sam hurried to go shopping in the supermarket. There was discount after 6p.m. He was heading to the cash desk when Dean called him.
‘Yes, Dean I got you pie.’
‘Umm, yeah awesome. But that’s not it. It’s your pet.’
‘My pet?’ Sam frowned.
‘Castiel. He has occupied the couch and hisses at me. He doesn’t let me watch TV.’
‘I will be home in a few minutes. Tell him I said to behave.’
‘Castiel, Sam said that you have to give me the remote control right now’
Sam sighed and rubbed his eye. Dean never listened.
‘Sam, please come and deal with him’
Dean tried to protest but Sam promised him 2 pies and he managed to agree eventually. Sam hurried to get done with the shopping and go home. It was the first time he has left Dean and Castiel alone for 2 hours and he was worried how they were going to cope with each other. Sam was always doing everything for Castiel. He wanted TV - Sam was snatching the remote from Dean’s hands and handed it to Castiel. He was hungry in the middle of the night – Sam was up to prepare him something. Cas was going in Dean’s room sometimes, touching his stuff and Deal yelled at him really loud when he caught him the first time. The second time he had pulled Cas’ tail hard and had pushed him out the door. Cas was hurt and afraid of Dean and had cried quietly under his covers until Sam had found him. He had hugged Cas to his chest while he told him everything. Sam had gotten really mad and had had awful fight with Dean.
‘He is not an animal, Dean. You can’t treat him like a piece of trash.’ Sam had yelled.
‘What was he doing in my room without permission? I want him away from me and my stuff. He is not human, Sam. And I don’t understand that need of yours to look after him as if he is a baby. How the hell you decided it was a good idea to keep an alien here? His place is not in our home.’
‘Where is his place then, Dean? Somewhere people in white will do experiments on him? He is alone and he is afraid! He will be treated like a freak if someone else finds him. He may die of fear if he is someone else’s hands. You have to deal to live with him because I’m not going to give up on Castiel. Not when he is too lost and scared to take care of himself.’
They hadn’t discussed it after that and Dean tried. He tried to be better with Castiel. He had apologized to the alien and had talked to him about his planet and kind. About his kind Cas could tell him a lot more than for his planet.
‘You… you were a baby when you were launched into space?’
‘I don’t remember much. Almost nothing. But I’m waiting. My kind, my family must know I’m gone and they must come and take me on the mother ship.’
Dean had had a lot of questions about it but Sam had pulled him just on time to ask him to end the conversation before Cas have got upset.
Really worried of how Dean dealt with Cas and his before-bed-bath he hurried to drive home. He left the grocery in the kitchen and put some stuff in the fridge. He called Dean and Cas and headed to the bathroom. In the hallway he almost stepped on sweets that were lined in a path and leading somewhere. Sam followed confused and met Dean in the bathroom with a package of mixed sweets.
‘What are you doing? You had to get Cas in the bath…’
‘I am’ Dean grinned and poured a handful of M&Ms in his mouth.
‘Dean, he is not a 3-year old, he is not some sort of an animal. He is not going to be so stupid to follow the path of sweets.’
‘Sam, you are home!’ Cas was standing at the door frame, pockets stuffed with sweets. He dropped those in his hands and stepped to hug Sam. ‘I missed you’ he smiled in the man’s shirt.
Sam chuckled and gently wrapped arms around him ‘I was gone for only 2 hours. And Cas, don’t follow any suspicious paths. And as you are finally here, it’s time for a bath.’
Cas lifted chin up with his kitty blue pleading eyes ‘Can I not take bath?’
‘No, you have to take bath. It’s been near two weeks since you are here and… you don’t stink and you don’t look dirty but…’
‘I clean myself’ Cas shot fast hoping to skip the bath. Both Sam and Dean frowned. ‘I lick my skin and I use my tail to reach the spots that my hands can’t reach.’
‘I’m out of here’ Dean felt as if he could vomit and left the bathroom as fast as possible.
‘Oh… alright. I understand. But… let’s try the human way. And if you don’t like it or have troubles with it I will leave you do it your way.’
Sam barely pushed Cas under the water. It was warm and after few minutes Cas finally relaxed in it. They both seemed didn’t care that Cas was completely naked. It didn’t stop Sam of admiring Cas’ perfect smooth skin and the muscles flexing beneath it. And Sam blushed a bit when he thought that Cas had really sweet round butt and the tail was gracefully appearing right at the end of his spine, the base settled in the beginning of his butt crack. Sam grabbed some shampoo, shower gel and a sponge and knelt on the rug next to the bathtub. Cas jumped out of the water and hugged Sam, all the water from him soaking in Sam’s clothes. And before Sam could do anything he felt Cas’ tongue licking his neck and he froze. Gentle fingers slid in his hair and his tongue kept licking, changing from long and wet to small and careful and behind Sam’s ear.
‘Hey, Cas, what are you doin’?’ Sam pulled back confused but unable to stop smiling.
‘I’m cleaning you’ Cas smiled, not taking his blue eyes off Sam’s.
‘Thank you but…’ Sam laughed and pushed him back in the bathtub ‘I usually take showers and I don’t know how healthy is for you to lick me… Just sit here and relax.
‘Alright’ Cas nodded and did as he was told ‘But one day I will clean you in my way, okay?’
‘Maybe. Now sit and let me wash you.’
Sam proceeded washing Cas’ hair first. He was gently rubbing shampoo in his scalp, cleaning the strands of black hair. He tugged Cas’ fluffy ears a few times and Cas splashed water onto him with a yelp. Sam apologized and continued cleaning. Cas was playing with bubbles and a rubber duck meanwhile. He glimpsed at Sam and noticed how concentrated he was on the hair and the alien grabbed a handful of bubbles bringing them to his mouth.
‘Oh, Cas, no, no.’ Sam slapped his hand and splashed more water ‘That’s soap bubbles. You don’t eat that, Cas. I can’t drive you to ER if you do it.’
Cas kept playing with the rubber duck while Sam continued showering him – neck, back, chest, arms, legs and belly but he didn’t go to the ‘dangerous zone’ though Cas didn’t seem to mind. He was too busy drowning the duck.
‘And you are done’ Sam smiled and sat down to the bathtub. ‘The water will cool down a lot very soon, so I offer we wrap you in a towel and go in the bedroom.’
‘My fingers wrinkled’ Cas almost poked Sam’s eyes out when he showed him.
‘That’s a sign it’s time to go out.’
‘Quack, quack’ Cas squeezed the duck.
‘We can take it with us if you want’
Cas shook head and left the rubber duck on the side. He leaned over the edge of the bathtub and cupped Sam’s face in his hands, watching him really closely ‘You are my duckling, Sam’.
Sam wasn’t sure what Cas meant or if it meant anything at all, but he didn’t really care. Castiel wasn’t afraid of him, and he really needed to touch Sam every once in a while. Sam didn’t want to pull back. Cas smelled so nice and clean, his breath was as clean and fresh as the first time they met. The touch was soft like no other touch Sam ever felt. It was gentle and careful. Cas obviously adored Sam and called him pet names.
‘Duck, you’re skin has colours too’ Cas tilted head at Sam’s blushing and the man hurried to stand up and take Cas’ warm towel. He bit his bottom lip and butterflies fluttered in his stomach. It was so stupid and Sam tried to shake the feeling away but… he couldn’t.
Sam spread the towel and used it to limit his own sight towards Cas’ nakedness while he was going out of the water. His tail bristled with the cool air in the bathroom and Sam hurried to wrap him from behind, stroking his arms and hugging him briefly while leading him out of the bathroom.
They sat on Sam’s bed and the man took out another smaller towel to wipe Castiel’s wet hair. He covered his head and face entirely and started brushing fast.
‘Saaaaaaaaam’ Cas’s voice slowly got louder while Sam was laughing ‘I’m feeling dizzy.’
‘That’s for splashing half bathtub on me’ Sam explained quietly and tossed the towel back from Cas’s face but it was still covering his head.
Sam continued brushing his hair carefully, some black strands falling over Cas’ forehead. Cas’ face started glowing slightly in pink, glimpsing at Sam under thick black lashes. Sam chuckled when he saw Cas’ reaction to his care.
‘You are just amazing’ Sam whispered and leaned closer to Cas, keeping him with the towel from not moving.
They sat close, staring at each other’s eyes, smiling goofily. Sam tucked the edges of the towel and kissed Cas’ pink nose, the alien closing eyes and keeping steady on Sam’s knees. But Sam didn’t pull back. He moved lips from Cas nose and slowly bowed head just a little bit, his nose brushed into Cas and his lips pressed into Cas’ dusty purple ones. Sam was gentle, slow, it was like a dream but so real. Neither of them was breathing. It was just a brush of pair of lips until Cas parted his just a little so his bottom slipped between Sam’s warm lips. It tasted sweet and Sam could swear he has never tasted softer lips before. They had no idea how much it passed when Sam finally pulled back.
‘You can’t just… make me do that.’
‘It wasn’t me’ Cas tilted head and carefully held Sam’s jaw between his fingers ‘I’m an alien but I don’t have power to manipulate human’s actions. Or emotions. I’m not much different than you.’
Sam knew it well. He was completely aware it was his own action. It felt right and on place and he wanted more. Cas have responded - he wanted it too. The man was splitting however. He couldn’t let something like this to happen. They came from different planets. They just knew each other for 2 weeks and Sam didn’t know what have triggered him to act this way. His heart was pounding, his thoughts like a storm in his head. He had to stand up, dress Cas up and lead him to his bedroom. He had to end it.
Sam pushed the towel away from Cas’ head and the alien fluttered his ears. Sam leaned towards him and their lips smashed a bit more rough and needy. Sam held Cas’ shoulder, hand sliding on the side of his head. They kissed each other’s bottom and upper lip, little kitty cat brief kisses. Sam was leaning forward, fingers gripping and tucking on the towel until it fell off Cas’ shoulder, revealing soft naked showered skin. Cas freed his hands and carefully settled them on Sam’s neck. Sam lips kept peppering him with kisses – his nose, his cheeks and jaw, down his throat and neck. He let go of the towel and his big hand traveled under Cas’ arm and rested between his shoulder blades, slowly sliding down to his lower back. Cas arched in the touch and buried face in Sam’s hair, humming in content with Sam’s lips on his sensitive skin. He slowed down and pulled back a bit to look at Cas.
‘Are you purring?’ He whispered and listened carefully.
‘Maybe’ Cas shrugged a bit alarmed of Sam’s reaction. He wasn’t sure if that was okay.
Sam smirked and tucked the back of Cas’ hair for Cas to lift chin up and the man leaned down, sucking mouth to Cas’ throat until he felt the slight vibration and quiet purr.
Their make out ended not to long after they started, when Sam felt Cas shuddering and his skin running cold. Cas dressed up and cuddled in Sam’s warmth for the night.
In a matter of days their world collapsed on their heads. Mary burnt in the fire with the house along with all of their possessions. John was in shock, confused, sad, and mourning over the tragic death of his beloved wife.
He and his two sons Sam and Dean traveled miles and miles, sleeping in shitty motels, John trying to find what killed his wife, the mother of his kids.
Sam was only 6 months old and needed constant care. Mostly, Dean was the one to take care – feeding, bathing, playing, preparing for bed. John was too busy to do those stuff and 5-year-old Dean had to take the responsibility.
One afternoon they reached the conclusion that Sammy didn’t have clothes. While John was doing the laundry of three of them and bathing Sammy, he ordered Dean to go at the shop across the street and find some baby clothes. Daddy’s little soldier did as he was told.
Dean got in the shop and walked through the baby’s section. He liked a few things but realized too late he didn’t have money. He was scared that John would get mad with him if he came back with empty hands. He looked around carefully and grabbed something from a lower shelf, stuffed it in his pants and ran out undetected.
John met him at the door.
‘I have to go out urgently. Put the laundry on the chairs and dress your brother up. There is food in the fridge and milk in my duffle. Don’t open the door.’
‘Why you have to go, dad?’ Dean whispered at the closed door.
They were alone once again, baby Sammy crying naked on the bed. He was too little to understand but Dean wasn’t. His eyes filled with tears. He had to be strong but he was a child after all.
Dean took out a bottle of milk and climbed on the bed next to Sammy. He took out the clothing from his pants and to his utter surprise it was a girl dress in pale peach colour. He didn’t know what he has taken. But it didn’t matter anymore. It was too late to do anything.
‘I’m sorry’ Dean whispered and carefully slid the dress over Sammy, his head first followed by his little arms. Dean fixed the diaper and smoothed the dress down. He carefully wrapped arms around Sammy and hugged to his chest, bringing the bottle of milk to Sam’s mouth. Just then his baby brother calmed down and closed his puffy, red with crying eyes. When the milk finished, Dean made sure Sammy burped and lay him down on the bed, curling protectively to his side.
John came home in the morning. The brothers were sitting on the bed, watching animations on the TV. John asked Dean if they had a calm night and froze confused when he saw Sammy’s dress.
‘Dad, I had to steal! I…’ Dean tried to explain but John raised a hand to silence him and smiling sat with them to have breakfast.
Even when he bought more clothes, Dean still dressed Sam in the peach dress sometimes. And when Sammy finally started speaking, he only knew the word ‘daddy’ and called both John and Dean ‘daddy’. John wasn’t really surprised and he didn’t mind. Most times Dean had done more for Sammy than John had.
Dean came in the bunker after the case and left his bag on the table in the war room. He expected Sam to come welcome him but he was nowhere to be seen.
‘Sam’ Dean called again but there was no answer. He heard loud noises, probably from the kitchen and went to check what Sam was doing.
He didn’t find Sam in the kitchen, however. There was a man, trashing through the fridge, wearing nothing but a pair of black boxers, a purple slim tail swinging to the sides. Dean’s eyes went wide and he couldn’t move from his spot at the door frame. Castiel sensed something behind him and his tail and ears stood up in attention. He turned around fast and his blue eyes met Dean’s green ones. Cas smiled and stepped closer ‘De-‘
Sam was just coming out of the bathroom when he heard yelling through the hallways. He recognized Dean’s voice and fire of panic swallowed him whole. He wasn’t supposed to be back so early.
Sam ran to the kitchen and found Cas, scared, curled on the top of the fridge, hissing and whimpering as Dean had pointed gun and knife at him.
‘WHAT ARE YOU? HOW DID YOU GET HERE?’
‘DEAN’
‘SAM, STAY BACK’
‘NO YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND’ Sam jumped on him and slapped the weapons from his hands.
‘ARE YOU CRAZY? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ Dean yelled trying to look at Sam but keep eye contact on the thing.
‘Sam, halp’ Cas whined from the fridge and Dean got even more shocked.
‘IT CAN TALK?’
‘Dean, let me explain’ Sam stood between them, still dripping wet from the shower. Dean’s eyes darted confused between Sam and the thing. ‘His name is Castiel. He is… an alien’
‘WHAT?’
‘Let me finish. Listen, Dean, I saved him from the woods. Do you have any idea what would have happened if someone else found him first?’ Dean opened mouth to say something but Sam raised his finger to silence him. ‘He is not much different than us. He is scared, he is alone.’
‘Wait, wait, wait… You’ve been hiding him since the night with the meteor? And you didn’t tell me anything?’
‘Yes, I was trying to avoid this moment’
They all stood in silence for some time.
‘Sam’ Dean talked quietly and calmly ‘We have … an a-alien in the kitchen. An outer space creature.’
‘So? He is… you don’t know him. He is very good… and adorable.’
‘Yeah…. Until he cuts our throats in our sleep’
‘He is scared, Dean. I left the door of his room unlocked the last 2 nights and you know… he didn’t do anything bad. We eat breakfast and lunch and dinner together. He is learning from my laptop and we read books and watch TV. He wants to go home… that’s all…’ Sam stepped to the fridge and reached arms up ‘Come here. Don’t be scared’
Cas looked at Dean’s angry, confused face, then at Sam’s calm hazel puppy eyes and reached hands to wrap around Sam’s shoulders. Sam hoped not to drop him but Cas wasn’t that heavy and he was very careful when he slid from the top of the fridge, wrapping his limbs around Sam and hiding in his neck, Sam hugging his waist, Cas’ hair tickling his showered soft skin.
‘How can you touch him?’
‘Because we trust each other. Because I’m taking care of him. Don’t be mean, Dean.’
‘Yeah, don’t be m-en Den’ Cas repeated Sam’s words peeking an eye at Dean and Sam laughed.
‘He doesn’t even know how to English right’ Dean barely helped himself from laughing too.
‘Assbutt’ Cas tried to hit Dean with his tail and Sam caught it just on time.
‘Castiel, don’t. Where did you learn that? Don’t talk like that. It’s not polite.’
‘Sorry…’ Cas mumbled with face in his neck and hugged him tighter.
‘Promise not to be rude with Dean?’
‘Promise’
‘Dean, promise not to be rude with Cas.’
‘But, Sam…’
‘Dean’ Sam insisted.
‘But you are having an alien for a pet. Why don’t you buy a dog?’
‘He is not a pet, Dean. He is a friend’
Dean groaned and slid hand down his face ‘You are so ridiculous’
‘Dean, for god’s sake.’
‘Alright, alright… I promise I will be good with your…’ Sam bitchfaced him ‘I’ll be friendly with Castiel. But don’t come near me or touch my stuff’ He warned the alien at the end and left the kitchen.
Sam brought Cas in his bedroom and left him on the bed.
‘Did he scare you much?’ Cas only nodded and cuddled back into Sam. ‘He will get use to you soon.’ Sam rubbed Cas’ back and Cas arched in the touch.
‘You smell good’ Cas uttered and combed fingers through Sam’s wet hair, his face buried in Sam’s neck. Sam’s muscles twitched when Cas’s fingers slid over his abs and around his waist.
‘Cas, maybe we should dress up. I don’t want us to get cold.’ Sam whispered, but somewhere at the back of his mind, he actually enjoyed Cas’s skin colliding into his, he enjoyed tracing his fingers over his back, he loved Cas’s clinginess onto him.
‘Kay’ Cas pulled back a little and their faces were inches apart, staring right into each other’s eyes. Cas’s breath smelled so good which surprised Sam. ‘Can I braid your hair?’
‘Sure’ Sam answered quietly and lifted chin up to press his lips between Cas’s brows. Cas closed his eyes and they sat like that for far longer than acceptable. Cas’s tail wrapped around Sam’s wrist, his hands still firmly pressed to Sam’s smooth skin. Cas smiled at him when Sam pulled back and he suddenly wanted so badly to taste Cas’s lips, pure curiosity if they were as sweet as his breath.
‘Will you sit still while I dress up? We can go for breakfast together after that’
Cas nodded and untangled himself from Sam. They both felt unusually cold without the touch of the other. Cas was too distracted to play with Sam’s phone again while the Winchester was dressing up. And better because Sam wasn’t ready to walk naked in front of him. Not that Cas would mind. Sam chose t-shirt and plaid shirt and threw them on the bed while searching for jeans and towel for his hair. When he turned he found Cas wearing his shirts.
‘Umm.. those are mine. Your clothes are in your room.’
‘I want this’
‘Fine’ Sam sighed and picked up another shirt. ‘You look like a sack of potatoes in those’ Sam laughed on their way to the kitchen and Cas looked him confused.
‘I want to watch cartoon’
‘Go turn on the TV and find cartoon while I bring breakfast.’
When Sam came back with the tray of eggs, juices and waffles he found Dean and Cas on couch fighting for the remote control, holding it on the opposite sides and pulling hard.
‘Give it to ME’
‘ASSBUTT’ Cas wacked his tail across Dean’s face (not that it hurt or anything because it was too soft)
‘Castiel’ Sam raised his voice and placed the tray of food on the table, catching his tail in fist. ‘You promised something. Are you both 5-year old?’
‘He started it.’
‘I don’t care who started it. But you both gonna stop.’ Sam sat between them and took the remote giving it to Cas to choose cartoon.’
‘HEY’ Dean protested.
‘Dean, please just let him watch’ Sam pleaded with puppy eyes, tired of those fights.
Dean sighed irritated and left them alone.
Again Cas cuddled into Sam and he had to feed him from hand. Sam squirmed multiple times of the way Cas’s mouth was working on his fingers, Sam’s hand caressing his waist.
