He turns around then, mindful of the hand in his hair and of the wounds on his back, until he can scoot closer and rest his face against Sam's stomach. It could be lewd, given the proximity to Sam's crotch, but really it's just Castiel seeking his dom's warmth, the security of his presence.
"I'm sorry."
Because he really, truly, is. What he did wasn't fair to Sam, to what they share. And now Sam is trying to place blame on himself.
"It's not your fault, it's mine. I shouldn't have pushed for something without giving you a chance to understand what and why. I was not good to you last night."
It could have gone differently, he thinks. Maybe they could have agreed on punishment instead of Castiel trying to provoke it and going too far, forcing Sam into something neither of them had really wanted.
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Date: 2014-02-02 04:50 pm (UTC)"I'm sorry."
Because he really, truly, is. What he did wasn't fair to Sam, to what they share. And now Sam is trying to place blame on himself.
"It's not your fault, it's mine. I shouldn't have pushed for something without giving you a chance to understand what and why. I was not good to you last night."
It could have gone differently, he thinks. Maybe they could have agreed on punishment instead of Castiel trying to provoke it and going too far, forcing Sam into something neither of them had really wanted.