Castiel follows in silence. Doesn't dare look Sam in the eyes. He makes a beeline for their bedroom, and strips with nothing but white noise rushing in his ears. The clothes are tossed in their laundry basket, and for a moment Castiel just stands there, naked, opening and clenching his fists and feeling like his insides are writhing inside of him. He's full of need for something he can barely articulate.
And so he sits on the bed instead of kneeling, eyes wet with tears he hopes he won't shed before it's time. Castiel feels disgusting doing this, knowing Sam will be angry, disappointed, rightfully so. Truth be told he doesn't know why he's not kneeling, not complying, just knows that he's full of need for something.
And so he waits, silent and terrified and in such obvious violation of Sam's order. Yet he can't move, is frozen to the spot and unable to think straight.
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Date: 2014-01-21 05:24 am (UTC)And so he sits on the bed instead of kneeling, eyes wet with tears he hopes he won't shed before it's time. Castiel feels disgusting doing this, knowing Sam will be angry, disappointed, rightfully so. Truth be told he doesn't know why he's not kneeling, not complying, just knows that he's full of need for something.
And so he waits, silent and terrified and in such obvious violation of Sam's order. Yet he can't move, is frozen to the spot and unable to think straight.