#married!sastiel

[saintedsam]

Sastiel with 20, if that's okay? If not, then 21. Please and thank, ilu!

#20 exhausted parents kiss and I might do another fill for#21 cos it’s a goodie too. *heart eyes* married!parents!Sastiel

Saturdays were always a busy day in the Winchester-Gracehousehold.

After a day of attending various extracurricular activities(ballet for Alana, band practice for Bev, and swim lessons for baby Abigail)the dads were tired, but not tired enough to be done for a Saturday. Theyregrouped back at the house and Castiel prepared a picnic dinner.  Sam drove them to the local park for some seriousplaytime on the new playground equipment until sundown. Swing time wassupervised by Sam (“Higher, Daddy!”) and skinned knees were soothed by Castiel(“Da, it huuurts!” “Next time be more careful jumping down, okay sweet pea?”).

Saturday nights were also designated movie night (Frozen wasplayed and consequently sung along to by the whole family, Abigail babblingalong). Bedtime was a surprisingly quiet affair. 10-year-old Beverly neededonly a kiss from each dad and she was off to read (she was deep in her HarryPotter phase; Sam was so proud). 7-year-old Alana requested another glass ofwater (she had four others in her room, Castiel made a mental note to clearthose out in the morning before any were spilled on the extensive stuffedanimal collection). Little Abigail was already out like a light (but she wasnot a sound sleeper for long, so Sam made sure the baby monitor was on).

Sam flopped down on their bed, face washed and hair pulledback, ready to sleep at least a couple of hours before Abi woke up crying. Casobserved his husband with a soft smile. Fatherhood suited him well. While itwas still quiet, he yawned and crawled up the bed, hiking Sam’s legs up aroundhis hips and kissing his minty-tasting mouth.

“Wanna…?”

“Mm, don’t start something you can’t finish,” Sam teased,kissing his husband back deeply.

“Shh, don’t wake anyone up,” Cas mumbled, nuzzling along Sam’sjaw and pressing kisses against his neck. Sam wrapped his arms around him,moving his hips against Castiel’s until Cas went still, snoring quietly intoSam’s ear.

Sam sighed and giggled to himself. He carefullypulled a blanket around the both of them, letting his husband’s warm weightlull him to sleep.

They would have plenty of time to try again tomorrow. Afterall, the girls were going to Uncle Dean’s for the whole day.

[jocstiel-blog]

Good Morning

Written for constellationsammy. 

Every once in a blue moon they have mornings where nothing aches, no one is dying, and the world is okay. Mornings when they can sleep in a little longer, laugh a little harder, be a little sillier, and more than anything, pretend that they're normal. On these mornings Sam doesn't go jogging because Cas' weight against his side as his angel clings to him in his sleep feels as close to heaven as he could ever possibly dream. So, he stays in bed, half asleep slowly seeing himself fall back into unconsciousness.

On these mornings, Castiel wakes up saying: "good morning, husband."

The word 'husband' coming out as if it were the sweetest word he's ever encountered in his whole existence and Cas smiles as Sam kisses the words off his lips like there's nothing in the whole world he'd rather be doing. Sam smiles and murmurs the sentiment against his lips as they lie close together in their bed, smiling like nothing's ever gone wrong, ever. Content, sleepy and lazy grins and soft caresses here and there.

On these mornings, Sam will lean on his elbow to face Cas as he plays in his hair, lazily fixing the tufts the stick out like unearthed twigs, and he will stare at his sleepy husband as he concentrates on something so small and unnecessary in comparison to their usual tasks. Cas will look up into Sam's eyes and nod his head a little as if to say 'done'.

They will catch each others eyes and Sam will see everything he fell in love with. From Cas' bright blue eyes, his pink lips, and the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles to his messy hair that he's almost compelled to fix, or the way his wings look when he feels happy. In all of that, Sam remembers his reason for falling in love with his angel -- as if he'd actually forget.

Sam sees all of this lying beside him staring in the same way that he is and it feels.... Goddamn, it feels so unreal. He feels like he couldn't possibly deserve his angel. But all of that... That feeling of unworthiness. It all seems to go on the back burner when Cas wraps his arm around him and scoots closer. Cas smiles at Sam like he was never the boy with the demon blood or the boy king or the one who started the apocalypse; he smiles like he put the stars in the sky and the moon just beyond the clouds, and Sam looks at Cas the same.

On these mornings, they follow each other into the kitchen to find freshly brewed coffee and a characteristically disgruntled Dean. They grab coffee and maybe even prepare an easy breakfast as they talk about some new song they found or maybe a new movie that's out in theaters. They practically float around the kitchen, while Dean grumbles something about it being too damn early for this. He grudgingly sips at his coffee as they exchange soft smiles over toast. They keep the conversations light and simple; like normal people do.

[zuckergussprinzessin]

did someone say ace prompting!?!? because think of this: asexual sastiel weddings

There were comments, of course. A lot of raised eyebrows. A lot of “but why would you want to?”. A lot of tacky “wedding night” comments. In the end, Sam guessed, a lot of people still hadn’t considered what he and Castiel had to be a romantic relationship.

And he could’ve been angry about that.

But he was far too busy.

Busy being happy.

Busy picking a date and sending out invitations and planning seating arrangements. Busy testing cakes and scouting locations and holding Castiel’s hand, running his thumb over the simple steel grey engagement ring. Busy finding florists that would make purple centerpieces to place on pearl grey table runners (“I’m not putting black ribbons on our wedding tables, Sam…”). Busy staring into Castiel’s slowly blinking eyes in the morning with a stupid smile and remembering he’d get to have this every morning now. Busy cuddling his fiance and swapping salespeople stories (“No one even has grey balloons, and when you say ‘pride flag’ they all think ‘rainbow’.”) and going through swatches of fabric and ribbons (“Sam, those two greys are identical.” - “No, look, this one’s a little bluer…”). Busy practicing dance steps and wedding vows and strictly vetoing any stupid “traditional” wedding pranks, no matter how adorably intrigued Castiel seemed by the concept. 

Busy talking to friends and relatives and priests and officials who kept asking the same ridiculous questions. Busy explaining to them again and again that it was love, true love, that yes it was a “real” relationship, that maybe the world didn’t revolve around sex, that he just wanted Cas by his side forever.

Oh, he could’ve been so angry.

But when Castiel pushed the plain black wedding band onto Sam’s finger, when the eternal words “I do” left his lips, when he pulled Sam in by his purple tie to place a single, soft smile of a kiss on his husband’s lips, Sam was far too busy being the happiest man on earth.

[legacysam]

knightjeran said:

hello beautiful beautiful person, maybe Sastiel + purple? because reasons, please :)

The ground under Castiel's stomach was a little damp, the last of winter melting out of it slowly, being taken up by the grass and trees and drawn through them, switching the color of the world back on after long months of sullen grey. He rested his chin on his arms and twisted a blade of sharp grass between his fingers, watching the shadows of clouds pass by as the breeze picked up.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked, lying next to him, watching the patch of garden in front of his husband. It needed some tending, now that the ground was softening. The ferns were spilling over the edge into the grass, and the fairy roses had stretched out their branches to twist themselves up in the rose of sharon. There were bare patches where things had not yet come back; Sam tried to remember what they'd planted there, whether it might not have survived the winter.

"I'm waiting for that crocus to bloom," Cas answered, smiling over at him. "It's going to be the first flower of spring."

"Could be a few days, Cas," Sam answered.

"No. It's going to be today. I can tell."

Sam smiled back at him, then turned so he could use Cas's back as a pillow.

"Okay. Wake me when it does."

"Okay."

[legacysam]

Castiel woke up with the sun on his back, wings outstretched and grass tickling his cheek. Sam lay on his back with his head beside Cas's and his body stretched out in the opposite direction, and he turned and smiled when Cas reached out lazily to stroke his hair.

"I fell asleep," Cas said.

"Yep. You're getting lazy for an angel."

"I blame the sun. Where's Mary?" Sam just chuckled, and Cas frowned suspiciously. "She's on my wing, isn't she?"

"No, I'm not!" Mary lied, giggling when Cas glared over his shoulder in mock annoyance.

"One of these days, I'm going to take off while you're sitting there, and you're going to fall off. You could be grievously injured."

"Nah, I'd just hang on, and we'd fly to Oz and visit Aunt Charlie and Aunt Dorothy, and we'd go to the top of the biggest mountain in the world, and that's where the princess is, and we have to rescue her from the tower."

"Is that so?" Cas asked, grinning.

"Yes, it is." Mary nodded sagely. "And you're a dragon but a good dragon. I made you have scales and everything."

Cas's grin fell as he cast another glance over his shoulder.

"Sam," he said slowly, "please tell me those are washable markers." Sam laughed and reached up to stroke Cas's wrist soothingly.

"One hundred percent washable, babe," he said. "Hey, Mary, why don't you tell your dad what kind of dragon you made him?"

"A pink zebra dragon!"

"That," Cas answered, "is my favorite kind of dragon."

"Mine, too," Mary said, returning to her work of drawing pink stripes on every one of Cas's white feathers.

"Mine, too," Sam repeated quietly, and Cas leaned over to give his husband a contented kiss.

"Good," he said with a smile. Then he lay his head back down and drifted back to sleep.

[legacysam]

Castiel walked softly down the hall, tired from the party and the cleanup afterward. One, he kept thinking to himself. Mary is one now. It was hard to believe their daughter had already lived a whole year, because it felt like no time had passed at all. The speed of human life frightened him sometimes.

When he got to the bedroom, the lights were still on, but Sam and Mary were both fast asleep. Sam lay on his back, long limbs stretched out in all directions, head falling off the pillow and hair all askew. Mary slept on his chest, stretched out just like her dad in a way that made Cas's heart ache. Cas adjusted Sam's head gently, to keep him from waking up with a stiff neck.

The desk lamp could stay on, in case they needed to get up in the night, but Cas turned off the glaring overhead light before getting in pjs and joining his family in bed. He moved quietly, but his weight on the mattress was just enough to wake Sam, who looked over at him all confused and sleepy. He had cleaned Mary up, but there was still a bit of frosting on his own cheek, and Cas kissed him tenderly to brush it away. Sam smiled and moved his arm so he could pull Cas closer, and in a moment he was sleeping again.

One year, Cas thought. So much happiness in only one year, and we have so many years to come. His lay his wing protectively over his husband and daughter, and he drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face.

[legacysam]

The room was mostly dark, just a desk lamp in the corner making everything glow softly under the shadows, and Sam's head was a little fuzzy from the champagne, and the dancing, and the heat. It was summer, and they'd spent the day outside, him and Cas, and Dean, and their friends. Dean had manned the grill, and Garth and Jody had hung streamers everywhere, and Charlie had set up an ipod and some speakers and fought with Dean about the playlist.

The day was a blur of music and laughter, hugs and cake, but there were moments that stood out as clearly in Sam's mind as photographs. The white of Cas's shirt against the grass, and the blue of his tie when he took it off to dance. The firm touch of Cas's hand in his as he'd slipped the ring onto his finger. The light in Cas's eyes when the sun had set, and he'd taken Sam's hand and they'd slipped away from the party, and the taste of his lips as they stopped along the way to kiss each other, happily and a little drunkenly, until they'd finally made it to their bedroom and closed the door behind them.

Sam's hands were shaking now, as he tried to undo the buttons on Cas's shirt. Why was his heart racing? It wasn't their first night together, not even their hundredth. He had taken this man's clothes off so many times, gently, slowly, quickly, roughly, desperately. He knew what he'd find underneath. He knew Cas's body as well as his own.

So why was he shaking? Why was he having so much trouble with just one button?

Cas reached up to still his hands, pulling them flat against his chest so that Sam could feel his heartbeat, quick and steady beneath his palms.

"Sam? What's wrong?"

"I love you," Sam said quietly. "I love you so much, and I hate how that word isn't enough for everything I'm feeling right now. Like I should be the one with wings, because I swear, I could fly right now, Cas, I love you so much."

"That would be inconvenient," Cas answered. "Since flying indoors is next to impossible and the attempt would probably lead to injury."

For a moment, Sam just looked at him, but then Cas was laughing, and then Sam was laughing, too, leaning down to kiss the laughter from his husband's lips. He replaced it with breathless I love yous that Cas answered sweetly, then fiercely, until Sam's hands stopped shaking, and he opened his husband's shirt and pulled him into bed.

[legacysam]

castielcampbell answered to your post “I’m going to try writing a couple ficlets in French to post tomorrow...”

sastiel... ummmmm... cas reassuring sam somehow... idk

"Sam,

"Je t'aime. C'est simple, ou ce semble simple. Mais c'est, en fait, tellement complexe. Nous sommes... blessé. Par la vie, le monde. Notre amour est complexe comme un os, cassé et guéri à maintes reprises. Et c'est beau, Sam, comme une étoile mourante. Je te promet, je vais t'aimer comme ça chaque jour de ma vie.

"Tu a été blessé aussi par moi, et je ne vais jamais l'oublier. Je ne vais jamais arrêter de regretter ça. Et quand même, tu m'aime. Tu est merveilleux, Sam. C'est si fort, ton amour. Je te promet, je vais essayer de le mériter.

"J'avais t'aimé pour toujours. Dans l'enfer, au ciel, avant de te connaitre, tu étais à moi. Tu es un partie de moi, comme mes bras, mes yeux, mon coeur. Et je te promet, je suis à toi aussi.

"Avec cet anneau, Sam Winchester, je t'épouse."