He can drink it, now, hydrate his body and then stretch out across the seats, place his head in Sam's lap, hidden from the world.
Castiel is a former angel of the lord, now human. He's fierce and strong, and there is not a lot that can truly get under his skin. But sometimes he gets overwhelmed. And a lifestyle like the one he leads with Sam has to come with a lot of trust. Whether you're submissive or dominant, you trust a lot of yourself to your partner, to handle with care. It's never an issue with Sam, never something Castiel even has to worry about.
Tonight, however, with James... Castiel screws his eyes shut and forces himself to drink the water. They'll be home soon, and he knows that Sam will take care of him, will help him chase away the leftover remnants of black goo and black water.
He remembers putting Sam together, when they found themselves in a a cabin in the woods during a hunt. They'd made a fire and started their play on the rug in front of it. But the flickering of flames on Castiel's naked, well-used skin... they had stopped the scene, Castiel had put out the fire and helped Sam pull himself back together. They were a team, in this.
With the water emptied, he pulled the blanket around himself more tightly and lay down. For the duration of the drive, his world was narrowed down to just Sam. The extent of which became apparent when they pulled up at home, and Castiel seemed to notice, for the first time, that they took the blanket.
"Did we steal this?" he murmured, finally looking up at Sam. The bruises on his throat were a clear purple at this point.
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He can drink it, now, hydrate his body and then stretch out across the seats, place his head in Sam's lap, hidden from the world.
Castiel is a former angel of the lord, now human. He's fierce and strong, and there is not a lot that can truly get under his skin. But sometimes he gets overwhelmed. And a lifestyle like the one he leads with Sam has to come with a lot of trust. Whether you're submissive or dominant, you trust a lot of yourself to your partner, to handle with care. It's never an issue with Sam, never something Castiel even has to worry about.
Tonight, however, with James... Castiel screws his eyes shut and forces himself to drink the water. They'll be home soon, and he knows that Sam will take care of him, will help him chase away the leftover remnants of black goo and black water.
He remembers putting Sam together, when they found themselves in a a cabin in the woods during a hunt. They'd made a fire and started their play on the rug in front of it. But the flickering of flames on Castiel's naked, well-used skin... they had stopped the scene, Castiel had put out the fire and helped Sam pull himself back together. They were a team, in this.
With the water emptied, he pulled the blanket around himself more tightly and lay down. For the duration of the drive, his world was narrowed down to just Sam. The extent of which became apparent when they pulled up at home, and Castiel seemed to notice, for the first time, that they took the blanket.
"Did we steal this?" he murmured, finally looking up at Sam. The bruises on his throat were a clear purple at this point.