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

[fromfryingpantofire]

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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[freetobe]

"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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

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.

[freetobe]

"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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"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.

[freetobe]

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.

[fromfryingpantofire]

He smiles at the grumbling, waiting until Castiel is able to return the kisses before pushing his tongue into the other man's mouth and deepening the kiss.

After several moments, he pulls back, leaning over Castiel with a smile as he reaches up to stroke his hair. "Morning," he murmurs softly. "How are you feeling?"

While Castiel's sucked him off a few times since the punishment, there hadn't been any penetrative sex. Because what Sam wanted had to be done on Castiel's back.

[freetobe]

Castiel sighs softly into the kiss, welcoming Sam's tongue into him as he welcomes all of Sam, with quiet delight. His eyes open halfway when the other man pulls back, a smile softening his kiss-swollen lips.

"Good morning, Sam. I feel well rested," he admits. It's rare that he sleeps poorly when he's with Sam.

And it takes a moment, but he does seem to realize, after a while, that he's on his back. "And much better, it seems."

[fromfryingpantofire]

It does happen, happens for both of them. The nights when even the other's presence isn't enough to keep the nightmares at bay. But they're few and far between and Sam is always grateful for that.

He smiles, moving his hand down from Castiel's collar to his chest. "It would certainly seem so," he agrees, letting his fingers brush across Castiel's nipples. "I've been looking forward to this for a while."

[freetobe]

Castiel's eyes widen a little, as the implication starts sinking in, and he can't help but shiver, arch into the little touch. He's sensitive to all kinds of sensations, but even more so now that they haven't been able to be with one another with their usual frequency.

His voice is a husky rumble, clearly more than just on board with the idea.

"Are we playing today?"

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Maybe later," Sam replies, bending his head to kiss Castiel's shoulder as he takes hold of the nipple beneath his fingers to tug at. "For the moment, I was thinking that it's been far too long since I've been inside you."

Sam raises his head, looking down at Castiel with a smile. "You've been so good and patient the past few days."

[freetobe]

Castiel's back arches slightly when Sam devotes attention to his nipple. Sensitive, always so sensitive, and so responsive, too.

"I tried to be. I owed you that much, at least."

He'd failed Sam before, how could he not at least try?

[fromfryingpantofire]

"We've talked about this before," Sam says, raising his head to look at Castiel properly. "You don't owe me, Cas. I'm good with you wanting to be good and patient for me because you want to, but not because you feel you have to out of some need to balance scales."

It was something that was always likely to be difficult for Castiel to understand and he might always feel that way. But Sam did his best to explain the difference if he could.

[freetobe]

"I want to be good good and patient for you. I want to do right by you, as you do right by me, Sam."

Because he loves Sam, as a sub and as just Castiel both, loves him as his dom and just as Sam Winchester, with all his beauty and his brightness and his shortcomings and his darkness.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"And you do, Castiel. I promise you that. You do."

He bent his head, pressing kisses along Castiel's collarbone as his hand began to move down, tracing over the chastity device before sliding past his balls. "Spread your legs, Cas. I want to work you open."

[freetobe]

"Like this?" On his back, he means, and the words are a whisper. Castiel compliesinstantly, of course, doesn't hesitate and shifts until Sam has easy access to him, until his hips cant just right for Sam to easily finger him.

It's comfortable, especially after these last few weeks of healing, and it's more intimate than the way they usually fuck during scenes. Castiel shivers at the thought.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"Mmmhmm. Just like this." He can't finger him much at the moment, of course. Sam needs to find the lube for that. But he can let his fingers drift down to stroke over the ring of muscle, pressing lightly against it.

[freetobe]

For now, it's more than enough, just that light pressure, a promise for more. Never dry, but for now a tease of things to come, of what they will do.

Castiel moans softly for Sam, and the ring of muscle flutters as the fallen angel shivers with want.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"That's it, Cas. So good for me." Sam presses the tip in, just barely breaching the ring before pulling back. He rolled over, pulling open the bedside drawer so that he could get out the lube, then rolled back closer to Castiel. "You up for this?"

[freetobe]

Castiel whimpers as Sam just barely presses in, because it's borderline uncomfortable - but not quite there, they've done this often enough that Castiel knows how to relax for this little push, this barely-there-breach.

If anything, it makes him want more.

"Yes. I'm up for this, Sam. Please."

Always. It's been too long since he's felt Sam, though he deserved the long break in their intimacy.

[fromfryingpantofire]

They'd have to do something about that way of thinking, but that's kind of what Sam has in mind right now. He opens the lube, coating a few fingers as he leans down to kiss Castiel. "That's good, Cas. Love having you like this, hearing you and how much you want it."

[freetobe]

He spreads his legs further, showing just how much he wants it. Castiel searches Sam's eyes once their lips part a little again, but with every passing moment he seems to relax, and question himself, question this a little less.

He's starved for this, for Sam.

"I't not just want, Sam. It's need. You make me feel... so much."

Physically... and emotionally as well.

[fromfryingpantofire]

The fewer questions, the better as far as Sam's concerned. He really wants Cas to stop questioning his place here, his place with Sam. He moves his fingers down, stroking across Castiel's entrance once more before he begins pushing two fingers into him, slow and careful.

"I love your mouth," he murmurs, looking into his lover's eyes. "But I have missed being able to fuck your ass."

[freetobe]

I love you mouth.

Castiel almost whines, but just manages to turn the sound into a stifled moan. There's no mistaking how his cheeks heat up, though, how the flush creeps down the back of his neck, and how he relishes in the praise.

He takes the fingers eagerly. It's been too long since he felt Sam, since Sam has been where he belongs.

[fromfryingpantofire]

"No holding back," Sam warns Castiel, curling his fingers slightly. Not enough to press against his prostate, but definitely so that the other man could feel the movement of his fingers. He leans in, nuzzling Castiel's cheek. "Your mouth is wonderful. You are wonderful, Cas. Love getting lost in the feel of your body, the way that you react for me. Your eagerness and how you're so good for me."

[freetobe]

The warning gets no immediate reaction, not even the curl of Sam's fingers - though Castiel's lips part desperately at this, shaping a silent gasp. It's when Sam nuzzles his cheek and offers praise, that Castiel can't hold on to his moans any longer, every word from his master's and lover's lips letting more sweet, sinful sounds fall from Castiel's own mouth.

And so he gasps and moans and whimpers beautifully for Sam, whines when he's called eager, mewls when he's called good, eyes burning with a need he never dared put into words and still can't voice - but which is made so very obvious by the way he looks at Sam, cracked open and hiding nothing in his eyes.