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He's as damned as he seems/And more Heaven than a heart could hold (NSFW)

They tended to switch bars a lot, never sticking to any one location and they'd drive out a ways away from the bunker. Lebanon was way too small for them to hit up the bars there very often, but it wasn't that far to the state line and there were other towns around, too.

Sam and Dean had gone their separate ways tonight, each planning to hustle pool or cards in a different place. As usual these days, Castiel had come with Sam. The former angel had picked up pool rather quickly, which wasn't surprising considering it was pretty much all math and angles. For the moment, though, Sam was the one cleaning the table with the current set of drunkards who had decided to try their hand against him.

He looked up just as he finished the current game, gathering up the money that had been bet. He'd been going to call out to Castiel, but the sound died in his throat when he saw someone else was talking to the other man. Someone who was entirely too close for Sam's liking.

He nodded to the other players, pocketing the money before walking over and putting a hand between Castiel's shoulder blades before letting it slip down. "Hey, Cas. Who's your friend?"

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"You're so good to me, Sam..."

It's almost embarassing and humbling to admit just how big the man's effect on him is. But where once Castiel serves out of duty, he now serves Sam, and every small gesture of affection, every word of praise, makes Castiel feel every bit the mighty, magnificent being he once was.

And yet he's so undeserving.

For now, he slowly but surely melts under Sam's skillful hands.

"Dean is gonna know."

It's not argument, not a way for Castiel to beg his way out of things. But it's a point to be considered. Training means Dean will become very aware of the extent of what makes Castiel's movements sluggish and accompanied by pained gasps and grunts.

Castiel isn't even ashamed of it, oddly. But Dean is also his friend, and he is reluctant to cross lines.

"Nothing less than you deserve."

Sam slowly works his way over Castiel's shoulders and back, eventually putting greater weight onto him as he works out knots and stiff muscles. It's not erotic, doesn't make him hard, but it's certainly something that he enjoys as he keeps going down Castiel's body, finally taking a few moments to work over each of Castiel's feet in turn.

He settles back, looking up over Castiel's body before smiling and patting the other man's calf. "I'll be right back. Just thought of something I want for the moment."

There are lines that Sam's not willing to cross, either. And he should have thought of that one.

He still takes a moment to consider it before nodding. "I think Dean already has a pretty good idea, but we'll hold off on the training with him this week. But you'll still have your training with me."

And he would likely end up going a little easier on Castiel, even if he tries not to. Because his lover is hurting right now and part of it is his own fault. "It's not something we have to worry about tonight, though. And once you're dressed and moving again, we'll go do some research, all right?"

Another day, probably, and he'll change the collar to their favored blue one. Let Castiel understand that he's forgiven, even if some aspects of the punishment still are in place.

Cas' toes curl in sheer delight when Sam is done with him. Feet aren't of any concern to the fallen angel, but having Sam touch them in a massage can be incredibly nice. Then again, anything Sam does can be incredibly nice.

"As you wish, Sam," Castiel mumbles, drowsy from the massage, but in a good way. His body tingles, and his mind feels lighter, unburdened compared to before. Sam is lifting him up step by step, and he knows that Sam leaving his side will just bring more of the everything good.

Sam chuckles, leaning down to kiss Castiel's back before he scoots back off the bed. He reaches for a towel that he keeps nearby to wipe his hands off as he makes his way to the dresser that holds their toys.

It's only a minute or two before he's back, moving back between Castiel's legs and setting a few things to the side. Then he leans forward, laying his hands on Castiel's ass and massaging slightly before pulling his ass cheeks apart. "You've been so good, Cas," Sam murmurs, leaning down to kiss his tailbone again. Then he pulls back, letting the tip of his tongue trail down and across the tight muscle of Castiel's entrance.

Sam knows very well how much Castiel enjoys this, and true to form the fallen angel shudders in anticipation and arousal as he feels Sam's breath ghost over his crack, followed by that wicked tongue, wet and warm. He hides his face in his arms for a moment, cheeks burning not with shame but with delight and need, and then shifts a little, puts a bit more weight on his front and raises his ass up a little, to give Sam easier access.

"Thank you, Sam," he whispers, because he's grateful, humbled by the reward, the care that Sam is bestowing upon him. When the tongue swipes over his entrance again, it clenches, always greedy for more.

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It's not often that Sam does this without something between his tongue and Castiel's ass. But he likely won't be kissing Castiel for a while and he knows that the other man is fairly well clean. So, tonight, he doesn't bother.

Instead, he keeps up the short laps, the tip of his tongue pressing in and testing the muscle there before he slips away, getting the entire area wet. Once he's done that, he pulls back, blowing lightly over Castiel.

There were rules that Sam and Castiel had put in place when it came to being on the road. When they were together, there was sex but no scening until after the case had been finished. They needed to be able to move and move quickly, if necessary.

During the times when Sam and Dean went out to hunt and Castiel was left at the Bunker with Kevin as research backup, they talked each night but rarely more than general conversation and a couple of 'I love you's toward the end of the phone call.

But once the hunt was done, Sam made certain to pay for an extra room. That way, Dean could celebrate his way and Sam could celebrate his. He stretched out on the bed, punching in the number for Castiel's cell phone and settled back, humming to himself as he waited for his lover to pick up on his end.

He was in the kitchen, cleaning up the leftover dishes from dinner when his phone buzzed. Castiel wiped his hands, glanced through the door to see that Kevin was still enjoying his video game. Only then did he answer the phone with a warm smile that was obvious in his voice.

"Sam."

There's a tingle down his spine. He misses him, his lover and his dom, and every time he calls there's a certain anticipation - good news, bad news, getting to know when Sam will return.

It's always good to see his name on the display.

"Are you and Dean well?"

Sam smiles, closing his eyes for a moment when he hears Castiel's voice. It's always good to hear, especially after a long night or day working a case. "Yeah, Cas, we're fine. Just in for the night. We'll be on the road home tomorrow."

Which is always good news, as far as he's concerned. Home means being back with Castiel, sleeping spooned against his back. He's gotten used to having the former angel in his bed. In his life. Hunts without him there are difficult.

"I know I've called a bit early, but I don't suppose you could get away for the rest of the night?" Not that the call will take that long, but he mostly wants to know if there's stuff that Castiel can't walk away from. "I can call back later if you need me to."

Get away for the rest of the night.

Well that's... promising. Castiel squirms a little, then nods, if only to himself, and licks his lips. Sam will be back tomorrow night... but it seems he has plans for tonight, as well.

"Hold on," he breathes into his phone, then walks into the living room. Informing Kevin that the dishes are done and he'll retire for the evening now to catch up on some reading is the perfect way to make sure he won't be disturbed - the prophet prefers not to let Castiel accidentally drag him into further research that he doesn't need to do, after all.

A little while later, the door to Sam's and Castiel's shared bedroom closes, and there's the distinct click of a key being turned.

"I'm alone now," he lets Sam know.

Sam waits patiently, listening to things on Castiel's side of the phone. The case has been a long and difficult one, keeping him and Dean away for over a week now. So a little reward for himself and Castiel for their patience is obviously necessary.

"Good," he murmurs once he hears the door close and lock, once he hears Castiel's confirmation. "You've been so good and patient during this hunt, Cas, and I know it's been as hard for you as it has been for me. And while I fully plan to reward you more fully tomorrow, I want to hear you tonight as well." He smiles, letting his happiness with Castiel show through his voice. "To start with, though, I want you to undress. Completely."

Castiel swallows, and his tone drops into something lower, something more intimate. Something reserved for their scenes, because this is as much a scene as they can share right now, and he recognizes the subtle command behind Sam's wish.

"Thank you, master. I will."

It's strange to him. He's still getting used to phones and other devices like it, and for a moment, it feels weird to undress when he can only hear Sam, not see him.

But then, he'd never deny the request. So he takes a deep breath, puts the phone on speaker and places it on Sam's pillow while he gets undressed. His clothes rustle, and he keeps his voice low as he tells Sam what he's taking off and when. There's a strange intimacy to it.

It may help that Sam is never entirely silent. Each article of clothing is met with a sound or word of approval and praise. Sam's never been stingy with praise, not since he realized just how much Castiel needed it.

He reaches down, palming himself through his jeans but not making a move to his belt or zipper. "Never thought just listening to you get undressed could get me hard, but it's working." He lets his smile and arousal bleed through into his voice. "When you're ready, go put your clothes in the hamper, then go put on your collar. The blue one, please." One that he'd normally put on himself, but which he couldn't. But it was his and it would serve as a connection between them, a clear mark of ownership and grounding for Castiel.

By the time Castiel is nude, he's also aroused, if not hard due to the cage, and Sam's words make his cheeks redden beautifully. Not in shame, but rather in pleasure. It pleases him that he can bring Sam this kind of satisfaction, this kind of arousal, just because he's following so simple a command.

"I'm glad this is pleasing for you, Sam."

But despite how Castiel tries to make this about Sam, it's obvious in his ever so slightly trembling voice that his own pleasure is there as well. As he puts the clothes in the hamper, his eyes slide down to the cage trapping his soft cock, keeping his arousal from manifesting physically, and he makes a soft sound, just audible enough for Sam to hear, as he runs his fingertips carefully over the plastic.

He belongs.

The blue collar slides easily around his neck, and once he fastens it, Castiel moans with relief. "I looked at it earlier today, master, when I cleaned our room. I wished you'd collar me. Thank you for providing."

"I love seeing you in your collar, Cas. You look beautiful with it on and I love the way that you relax once I've fastened it." Not something that Castiel would put on on his own, but knowing that he would take an order to wear it and enjoy it helped Sam a lot.

"Okay. I want you to gather some things before we do anything else," he said, keeping his eyes closed and imagining the way that Castiel looked. "I want you to get the magnetic nipple clamps, some lube and the large dildo." The one that was as close to the size of Sam's cock as they could get without getting too large. "If there's anything else you want, tell me and I'll decide if you should get it right now."

Castiel yelps softly, tension bleeding through his entire body as he shudders for Sam. This is the good kind of tension though, nothing to worry over. He just wants, and needs, and everything Sam does is stoking that comfortable flame inside of him.

The teasing is something they can't always do, and Castiel appreciates whenever they have the time and patience of it. And all he can do is subtly roll his hips, seeking friction while his fingers dig into his bonds, and Sam's name leaves his lips in a delighted groan.

"I'm good with research."

He likes research, to be fair, so it's not too harsh a punishment. But Castiel knows, and Sam knows, and that makes it punishment enough between them.

For now, he lets his eyes close, exhausted both physically and emotionally. He's brought this on himself, hurting Sam in the process, and he knows he can't get away from that without punishment. He's still glad that it's... mild, for the scope of his failure.

They'll pay for it in the morning, honestly. When they're both exhausted and want nothing more than a little more sleep. But there isn't a hunt coming their way and even if there was, Sam wouldn't be the one behind the wheel immediately.

He keeps his tongue moving, pushing in slightly and pulling away, opening Castiel up little by little. One hand slips down, stroking Castiel's balls lightly but never all the way down to his shaft. But enough to keep his hand down there, to keep Castiel from pushing down against the covers.

Eventually, he pulls away, holding Castiel's ass open so that the air can waft over his hole. Then he moves away, picking something up and letting Castiel hear the sound of lube being opened so that Sam can slick his fingers. "Don't want to undo all my good work," he says, a smile obvious in his voice as he reaches down and slides two fingers straight into Castiel, the rimming having relaxed him more than enough for that.

"You very much are." Sam leans down, kissing the back of Castiel's neck. "Rest. Just for a little longer, then we'll eat. Then we'll dress and get out of the bedroom."

It's not the easiest thing in the world, working through things. But Sam does switch the collar out the next morning for their blue collar, a certain sign that all is forgiven. From there, it's only a matter of waiting until Castiel is healed.

The day that Sam wakes up to Castiel still asleep and laying on his back (some nights, they both move a lot in their sleep) is probably one of the best for Sam. He smiles, leaning over to kiss Castiel, fingers drifting up to play along the top of the collar where it met Castiel's skin.

Castiel has to bite his lips for a moment, because the mere prospect... the mere thought... It's enough to make him want Sam here, now, with him, enough to make him moan with want and desire.

He can't help it.

"The red ball gag, master. Please."

He can easily slip it out of his mouth if he needs to say something to Sam, but they both enjoy the way he sounds around it. Castiel runs his fingers over the collar in delight at the thought.

Sam hums, closing his eyes to think about the way that Castiel looks in the gag. He presses his fingers against himself through his jeans again. "That sounds like a very good thought. I might have you keep it out for tomorrow. For after I've come in your mouth." He smiles to himself, spreading his own legs a bit. "Go and get them, Cas."

There's the sound of slight shuffling as Castiel moves off the bed, then a scrape of wood in the background as he digs into their drawers, fetching the toys they've agreed upon. Their toy cupboard is filled with many treasures they've acquired during their time together, and yet Castiel has no issues at all with finding what he needs right now.

He smiles when he crawls back onto the bed, fingers stroking along the dildo's shaft, imagining it to be Sam.

"I'm back."

Castiel grumbles a little in his sleep. Being woken up with kisses is incredibly pleasant and much better than the alarm clock. Still, he can't help it - he's not a morning person.

This applies to all times of the day. No matter how late or early, Castiel is reluctant to get up.

Now he grumbles a little, but quickly wakes enough to reciprocate those dresses and give an appreciative sigh at the fingers playing along the top of his collar. Feeling loved and owned right upon waken is an even better way to start the day.

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