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Do you?	By : RenoTurk Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 3091 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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“I’m gonna head out to the bar.” Dean grabbed his coat looking over at him from the usual cheap motel room's door. “You coming Sammy?”
“Nah I am gonna finish this research, besides, something about watching my brother drool over fake implants and fat cherry lips is not my idea of a great night out.” Sam chuckled, finishing the bottle of beer and opening the fridge to get another.
“Suit yaself, lame ass.” Dean snickered and headed out of the motel.
Sam was currently occupied with chasing down a spirit in the local museum; so far the listed items had no connection to anything that would suggest why it had begun to actively haunt the area. Sam closed the laptop, he needed a break. He slid on the bed and flipped through the channels that were free, he felt Castiel's presence before he even saw him.
“Sam.” The familiar voice came to him as the angel stepped in front of the television.
“What do you want Cas?” He looked at him with mild regard, the reverence he once held like a starry-eyed child had long since waned. “What have I done wrong now?”
“Nothing.” Castiel sat on the bed opposite. “Why must you assume that is my reason for calling?”
“Isn’t it always? Sam don’t touch the demon blood, Sam’s not strong enough to do that. Sam the girlfriend you love is a demon.” He looked at him through tired green eyes. “I am the black sheep every time, so why would that suddenly change tact?”
“I see you are not in the mood to be polite. ” Castiel stood up once more. He looked at him and put a small notebook on the side. “The information you have been searching for will not be easily located, the reason being the spirit is not actually in the museum, there was an older building there before that. It was once a church.”
“Wait…” Sam stood up and looked at him, his shoulders dropping as he became less wary. “You don’t usually want to help me. In fact you usually won’t answer me unless Dean asks for it, what’s the deal?”
“I think you have endured enough for one lifetime. Your faith has always been strong, it is time one of us let you have a rest from all this.”
“It’s no secret you prefer Dean’s company, but thanks.” Sam picked up the little book. “I mean it.”
Castiel smiled, he knew he meant it. Sam’s soul, now back in his body, was a beacon of truth to him. The raw anger that he suffered inside was just as prevalent as his faith. Castiel plucked a beer from the fridge and sat back down. Sam flicked through the pages then smiled to Castiel, this would mean he could find out where the body was from and hopefully end the chain of events that threatened the small community.
“I do not actually prefer Dean’s company as such.” Castiel said after some silence. “I just followed the orders to ensure that he did his work. As it stands you did more than was expected. You have been given terrible trials Sam and for all of it you keep your faith. It is a true testament to how you value your place amongst my father’s creations.”
“So why do I feel so alone and useless?” Sam finally sighed.
“Because that was your test Sam.” Castiel leant forwards and looked into his eyes. “You will be at peace when all this over, you and Dean. That is the reward you have earned. So for now let us make it easier on you, and let me assure you I have never favoured either of you in the way you assume.”
Sam smiled a bit, truth be told, for all Dean’s mocks about the gay men and him being a fairy for some unknown reason Castiel certainly could make him consider it. Castiel chuckled, he could tell Sam’s thoughts and Sam’s slight widening of the eyes gave away he had already worked that out.
When Castiel leant forward and kissed his lips Sam didn’t punch him, he’d always imagined he might but the fact was it took him by surprise and it felt good. When the initial shock was over Sam kissed him back, Castiel seemed to know what he wanted out of his visit and if Sam was honest, deep down, he was hoping for the same thing.
"Ca…”
“Shush,” the angel smirked as he moved over, “you wanted to know why I don’t answer your calls each time. Perhaps now I can assure you it is not something personal about disliking you.”
Sam nodded slightly, he watched as Castiel moved towards him, undoing the tie and shrugging out of the familiar jacket. Sam watched him, the vessel was a very attractive one but it was the soul inside that he sought out for reward. Castiel leant over, pushing Sam back on the bed with a slight smirk and then kissed him again.
Castiel undid his shirt, he knew what he wanted, had planned this moment and waited until Dean had finally left for a night where they might get this time together. Sam’s response had confirmed that he was not alone with this curiosity, had he picked a female host it may not have been seen as him, Castiel wanted to be sure that the human wanted him, not the power of him as a potential tool.
Sam’s hair was brushed from his eyes, the green orbs looking at the blue eyed vessel, and then they kissed again, this time their tongues played against one another. Sam’s hand roamed along his back, under the light white shirt, touching over the unscarred body and marveling at no matter the trauma Castiel would repair him and keep him alive.
They undressed, shirts and trousers thrown to the floor in happy and wild abandonment. Castiel’s hands roamed freely over Sam’s body, soaking in the scent of him and brushing over his already half-erection. Sam was aroused, so aroused it was going to get painful but at the same time he was nervous, this was a guy and he was sure this was a surreal situation to be in, but Castiel didn’t seem to care so neither did he.
Sam’s hand brushed over Castiel’s hard-on, he felt good in his hand, the hot naked flesh caused a further stirring in his belly and he kissed him again. Castiel’s body lay across his, hands naturally moved to each others cock to stimulate and provide pleasure. Neither felt self-conscious about their nakedness in the same manner that before Adam and Eve had tasted forbidden fruit they had no fear or shame.
Sam moaned softly when Castiel’s erection throbbed in his hand, he was hard and excited and it was all down to the fact that he was doing it. Sam’s hand ran up and down appreciating the veined organ in his hand, his own twitching in response to the fingers curled around the heated muscle. He was lost in the soft throes of passion and his hips jerked upwards to get deeper into the pumping hand.
“Ah…” Sam’s voice broke the silence of their kissing, he couldn’t hold it back any longer.
“It’s very good. I know.” Castiel whispered because he could feel the same arousal building. His cock was leaking into Sam’s hand, the pre-cum softly glistening on his tip threatening to spill over in floods given a chance.
“More.” Sam begged him, and Castiel obliged by running his other hand around to his ass, his finger teasing against the tight unused hole. For a moment Sam tensed up but the service he was getting on his cock meant he just couldn’t risk loosing that feeling, his legs naturally widened as he relaxed and Castiel took over once more.
Castiel flipped his jacket back to his hand, he found the lube and moved back, Sam watched quizzically until the cold gel hit his ass on the end of Cas’s fingers. Sam jerked, it was pretty damned sensitive but not in a bad way, it just made his balls tighten and his cock twitch more. Castiel liked the responses he was getting; his other hand began to work on Sam’s cock as he slid a finger into the hot waiting hole. Sam groaned, it was a mild discomfort that quickly turned into a damned amazing feeling.
Sam was caught by his administrations, the soft slapping sound of flesh being worked and the invading digit into his ass, he was leaking and shifted around him more. His body broke into a light sweat, he moaned out louder when Castiel slipped a second digit into him, stretching him slowly and forcing the muscles to open in a way they had not before.
“Oh fuck.” Sam managed to pant out, Castiel’s own erection brushed over his thigh and left a light trail of pre-cum on Sam’s toned thigh.
Castiel had found his prostate, Sam’s lusty breathing gave away he was fighting the urge to spend, Castiel smiled, pulled his fingers free and moves across the sheets to kiss him again. The kiss was far more passionate than before, Sam was still gyrating against his body, his cock trying to find release by pushing up to his stomach but Castiel wasn’t ready to let him climax just yet.
Sam’s hand went to Castiel’s erection, stroking it, perhaps hoping that if he wanted to come then Castiel might finally finish him off too. Instead he was handed the lubrication to help him get slicked up more. Sam thought about arguing it but then he realised he really did just want the guy to fuck the living daylights out of him and be-damned the consequences after that.
Castiel’s cock felt large in his hand all of a sudden, he ran the wet gel up and down over it, his heart was pounding so loud he was sure that would be heard over anything else. Castiel smiled, leant over and moves his hands, Sam moved them to his hips and with a groan he pushed to Sam's ass gently. Sam watched nervously at first as he slipped inside him, the head of Castiel's cock pushing to into Sam, feeling the resistance as he tried to enter him for the first time.
“Ah.” Sam bit his lip, it was uncomfortable at first then he pushed into him a bit more and Sam felt his cock slide deep into him. “Ah fuck!”
Castiel's hips rose and fell gently, adjusting to the sensation himself and then finally with a push he was inside him as deep as he could get. Sam's body was on fire, his cock jerked and twitched, his hand closed around his length and he stroked himself closer to climax.
Castiel slipped in and out of him, his body alive with a light sweat. Sam leant up, kissing him deeper and groaning more as he got closer. Castiel's cock was hard and slammed into him, it found his partner's prostate. Sam yelped, his body couldn't take it any more he needed to feel Castiel release, he knew he was going to.
Castiel felt him tighten, moaned and slammed into him once more before a hot spurt of his climax pumped out and Sam was filled. Sam's hips rose up to push against the throbbing member, he grunted out his own climax, thick white fluid covering over his hand and down over his balls. The last of the angel's climax spilt liberally into him and both men flopped out on the bed.
“Okay... that was...”
“Something very new.” Castiel lay out on the bed and closed his eyes. “We should do this again.”
“We should?” Sam looked at him, then laughed.
“What is funny?”
"Oh just... Dean's always ribbing me about these things. I just figured it would be amusing if he found out.” Sam snorted and leant over to finish his beer. When he turned around Castiel had already left and Sam sighed, nothing in this life ever seemed simple but that was pretty cut and dry, Castiel clearly didn't hate him after all.
(Apologies to anyone that read this and the name was wrong. I have Castiel loaded to my damned dictionary and it didn't flag up. Have changed it now)
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