Sam can't decide if is own ignorance got him in trouble, or if this truly was coincidence. He honestly had to stop pushing that goddamn reblog button.
His head tilted as he stared down the other with a harsh intense glare. That bite on his arm, which had healed, was a harsh reminder that Crowley was one hell of a bitch sometimes.
Which led to the conclusion that perhaps Crowley knew exactly what he was doing. And Sam, propelled by the magic of what was it? fucking tumblr, he would have to comply.
"Jackass--" he muttered though it isn't as harsh. He isn't truly the same Crowley (or so Sam lied to himself, he couldn't be sure) and closed the distance with quick steps.
"So much as bite me," he warns, "And I'll kill you."
He works over how to best approach the moment. Hard and fast and quick would be mercy on them both but Sam would not give Crowley that.
So it's with slow resentment that Sam grabs Crowley by the hair and tilts it with a yank and leans in and presses his own against his.
Not exactly what he was expecting.
His lips parts the others as he bears down, working his lips as he knows best, and it turns out that Sam's the one to bite, tugging on Crowley's lower lips before digging into the kiss again with a little more fervor before pulling off and releasing him without meaning to lick his lips.
"Say a word to Dean, and I swear Crowley.....I'll hunt you down."
