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Castiel adores when Sam wakes from a deep sleep because he talks complete nonsense. He likes the cute mumbling, the incoherent sentences because Sam can't form them without yawning halfway through or getting confused or rubbing his face against the nearest part of Castiel like he's trying to wake himself up or scratch an itch (which happens more often much to Castiel's liking). Sam talks about anything, something about skin walkers and bunny rabbits and Dean not cleaning up even though Sam asked him twice. "Really, Sam?" Castiel will ask with a slight smile as Sam nuzzles his shoulder, nose and forehead pressed into it. He kisses soft, breathes content, hair falling in front of one eye. "Yeah...s'a jerk, Cas...real 'nnoying..." "You should tell him." "He'll... eat the bird, Cas..." he kisses more, arm looping through Castiel's to twine their fingers together, "Can't let 'im..." "I think the bird will be-" "Blue-" "Is the bird a parrot?" Sam nods, but does little else as Castiel pushes him onto his back. He grins wide, tries not to laugh at how serious Sam looks over his imaginary problems. Then there are nights where the only thing that comes out of his mouth are sweet nothings about this angel that he's in love with and how he's not enough but those blue eyes are so pretty and he's pretty and Castiel is reminds him of the sky. Castiel doesn't talk or ask when Sam murmurs soft like that aside from the occasional 'yeah?' and 'oh?' because he takes his time trailing one finger over Sam's stomach to listen to him sigh between sentiments. When Sam is done, Castiel spoons him into his arms and presses his lips to the top of his head.  "Love 'im... 'lots..." "I know, Sam." Castiel's heart flutters at the feel of Sam nuzzling his ribs so he holds tight, feeling complete with the other against his ribs, "I love you, too."

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[back-in-wyoming]

Crazy!Castiel and Sam is kind of like... one of my favorite things? Like, you have this unstable angel who's off his rocker with Sam trailing after him and being really super protective of him because Castiel is nuts. Sam is always worried sick when Castiel blips off to god knows where and comes back with freshly sheared alpaca fur in one hand and a just made schnitzel in the other.  Castiel always brings something to Sam. Once, the hunter woke up under a bunch of African daisies and then another time there was an Umbrella Cockatoo on his chest. Sam had to talk to him after that. The conversation didn't last long because once Castiel feels like he's done something wrong he gets that hurt look on his face and blue eyes widen like he's afraid the hunter will start yelling.  He doesn't, of course, Sam remembers what it was like to have Cage fire in his system. He remembers how he wanted to run off whenever anything became even remotely violent. So, naturally, whenever Sam has to talk to him, he'll pull him in nice and gentle. He'll speak calm in Castiel's ear, plant soft kisses to his temple, forehead, his nose while explaining that although Sam likes birds, he doesn't like to wake up with them on him.  What if they're next to you? Sam will nose around his jaw, breathing warm,  Stay with me, Cas. And Castiel usually ends up hearing most of what Sam says if he's not too busy trying to breathe Sam in- you smell like books. And honey.- or getting distracted by how soft Sam's hair is as he tangles his fingers in it for comfort- not everyone has hair like yours. Yours is special, Sam. Special because it's very soft just like you. In the end, Sam manages to get through to him and hates himself because this is his baggage. Castiel is a constant reminder of what he couldn't fight off on his own. Yet, time and time again, Castiel will lay on top of him, lick and kiss tenderly at Sam's neck, hands roaming lightly over his sides, and tell him he would choose this every single time if it meant having Sam live.  

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[back-in-wyoming]

Castiel not wanting to eat but ending up eating anyway because Sam offers him bits and pieces here and there and Sam always smiles at the way Castiel just takes it without really thinking. It reminds Sam of a bird. 

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Hey everyone! I am almost finished moving my fics over to AO3. I've uploaded the first chapter of my SuperWolf fic (that finally has a title! it is called "Shift") that is more filled out than what was on Tumblr. I will upload more parts of Shift today too, possibly some never-before-seen stuff! You can track the tag "Shift" or find me on AO3 at jaicubed.

I'm tagging a few people who have liked/read the story in the past. Happy Sunday, ya'll!

[back-in-wyoming]

Castiel always ask Sam before he touches. At first, he thought it was because Castiel was just trying to adhere to social norms, but even when they got together, he still asked, regarded Sam with curious, blue eyes and a tilt to his head.  "Cas, we're together. You can touch me any time you want." "I don't want to assume that you... that you want it." Sam's heart flutters, pounds in every part of his body. He turns in his chair to Castiel confused and grateful and very much unaware of the fact that he's always liked the fact that Castiel asked.  "When it's from you, I do." "After all you've been through, Sam, the least I can do is this," Castiel states firmly as Sam rises from his chair, "I don't want to take more than-" "Cas-" Even though Sam's cupped his cheeks, Castiel is intent on explaining himself, "-I'm allowed. You've had too much taken-" "It's fine, when it's you, Cas," Sam breathes against his jaw. He noses along it dropping light kisses until he reaches the corner of Castiel's mouth where he plants his lips, long and lingering, then hovers above Castiel's tantalizingly,  "Can I kiss you, Cas?" The angel looks baffled at Sam's sudden smile, "Of course. You may whenever you wish to. Why would you ask?" "Making sure." "You don't need to, Sam, you never-" Castiel's face goes from concerned to irritated in two seconds flat, 'hmph's at Sam's laughter, then pulls him down for a slow, hard kiss. 

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How about Sabriel where Gabriel comforts Sam on Kevin's death anniversary?

ask and ye shall receive send me something and get a ficlet!~~~~"Sam?" Gabriel stood outside the door to Sam's room in the bunker, knocking gently. "Open up."There wasn't a sound from inside the room. "Sam."Gabriel had known that this was coming. Every year for the past four years, on this particular date, Sam holed up in his room with a 12-pack and didn't come out until the next day, red-eyed and quiet. Gabriel heard a slight shuffling sound, then the door opened up, Sam framed in the doorway. His hair was a mess, a birds nest around his head. Not making eye contact with Gabriel, he backed up from the door and sat back down on the bed. There were empty bottles littered on the ruffles covers, and Sam held another open, half-full bottle in his hand. Gabriel crawled up behind him, resting on his knees and hugging Sam. Sam collapsed forward, head in his hands, shoulders shaking. Gabriel pressed his forehead to the back of Sam's neck, breathing out slowly."Sam, you gotta let this guilt go. It's not healthy."How can I?" Sam croaked, voice cracking. "It's my fault Kevin's dead. I knew Dean wasn't being honest with me, I should have pushed, should have -" He trailed off, voice dwindling away to sharp gasps, like he's in pain. Gabriel pressed a small kiss to his temple, rubbing his shoulders."Sam, it's not your fault. You didn't kill Kevin. It was all Gadreel. He manipulated Dean, used your body to carry out Metatron's orders. But, dammit, Sam, it wasn't you."Sam didn't respond, just took another swig of the beer. Gabriel gently tugged it from his grasp and placed it on the bedside table, maneuvering around to sit across his legs. He pulled Sam's head up and rested their foreheads together. Sam's eyes were still cast downward, staring blankly at his knees. "Listen to me, Sam Winchester. You are a kind, brilliant, wonderful person who takes on way too much fucking guilt when it isn't his load to bear. Look at me," Gabriel ordered, and Sam's eyes flicked upwards to his. They were darker than his usual color, and Gabriel had to struggle not to flinch away at the pain within them."This. Is. Not. Your. Fault." Gabriel said, refusing to break his gaze until Sam just realized that it was that asshole Gadreel's fault, not his own. He had no control, he couldn't stop it, and he didn't kill Kevin.Sam broke down then, tears falling from his eyes like shattered glass, splashing onto Gabriel's legs. Gabriel pulled back and tugged Sam's head into his chest, stroking the back of his head and whispering words of comfort into his ear."I love you. It's okay, you can let go. I'm here."Eventually the tears stopped with a sniffle and a clearing of the throat, and Sam looked back up at Gabriel with red-rimmed eyes. He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of Gabriel's mouth and whispered, "Thank you."Gabriel smiled down at him. "No problem, kiddo." Pushing insistently he moved the both of them onto the bed, sprawled out over the covers. Tucking Sam's head into the crook of his neck, he ran his hands soothingly through his hair, dropping kisses on top of Sam's head from time to time. Sam played with the hem of Gabriel's shirt, before pulling his hands back and sighing.Sam's breath evened out slowly and Gabriel hummed. The light in the room softly dimmed, and Gabriel turned off the bedside light with a snap of his fingers. "Sweet dreams, kiddo," he whispered, kissing Sam's cheek and closing his eyes.