fromfryingpantofire | For your love, I'm sorry/For your pain, don't worry

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For your love, I'm sorry/For your pain, don't worry

It had been happening little by little. Almost small enough increments not to be noticed, but Sam and Dean were both masters of noticing little details. It was the line between life and death far too many times.

(At least when they wanted to. Both were entirely too good at not seeing the forest for the trees when it was something they didn't want to know about.)

It had been slow, but steady. Sam and Dean had their hunts and Castiel had his job and his own life separate from their own. Especially once he got a boyfriend. It was only natural that they didn't get a chance to meet up as often.

But it wasn't just that. More and more often, Castiel begged off from meeting up or simply didn't answer voicemails left for him. And when they were able to get together, Castiel was quieter and obviously pulling away. It was worrying and Sam and Dean sat down and talked about it in the bunker, even pulling Kevin into it. They all agreed that, even if there wasn't a problem, they needed to at least check up on the former angel.

Which was why Sam was outside the gas station in one of the cars from the Men of Letters' garage, waiting on Castiel to finish his shift. This was something that was better talked about in person, anyway.

((Content warning for discussions of abuse and abusive relationships. Also BDSM done wrong.))

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"You were close."

Castiel pulls his head back then, stares at Sam. There's no judgement in his eyes, just quiet wonder, confusion. Sam came to the store to see him, was concerned, both Winchesters kept a closer eye on him.

Angels perching on his shoulder.

He laughs so suddenly that it surprises him, and only for a moment before he feels dizzy and leans his head back against Sam's shoulder.

"Saving people. Hunting things. Isn't that how the prophet Chuck wrote it?"

The laughter surprises Sam as well, blinking at Castiel before he leans against him again.

"Something like that. That's what Dad used to say. Dean used to say it, too. But...I didn't think it was about hunting things, so much as hunting and stopping evil. I think that's what we've started to focus on more."

Monsters could be good. Lenore and her vampires tried their best to stay on the straight and narrow. Benny, for all Sam hadn't appreciated it at the time, had been a good man. And they'd run into plenty of humans who had been evil, even without being demons.

"But yeah. We were close. We knew something was up but...we didn't want to go busting in without you asking. That wouldn't have been fair to you."

"I didn't want to ask for help. Even now, in the end... I didn't want to... I thought it was all normal, all good. I still question what I did."

It's hard to shake that thought of... doing wrong, disappointing his dom. It's so ingrained in him by now, such a step back to his old ways, instead of a comfortable relinquishing of control.

Castiel falls silent then. Still stays close to Sam, but turns his head, so that while he's still leaning on the other man's shoulder, he's looking away from him. Just needing to be on his own in this situation for a while, though he stays perfectly relaxed.

Sam hums softly as he continues to clean Castiel, gentle and careful of injuries. "You didn't have a basis for comparison. Not one among humans, at least." And the basis he'd had among angels had been different. "You're probably going to question for a while, honestly. Not because what you did was wrong, but because you've been taught to think that way. We can work on that, though, you and I together."

He pulls away slightly. "I need to get down to clean off your legs. Can you lean against the wall for me, Cas?"

"I experienced doubt long before I met Dean and you. It's not pleasant. It feels like a sickness that eats away at you. Angels aren't designed for it..."

And yet he knows the doubt is good. Anna has doubted, he has doubted, and it led them on better paths, fighting for what they believed in respectively. He still didn't look forward to doubting more now.

"Yes, Sam."

It's easy to follow these orders at least, to lean against the wall for Sam in order to continue this exercise in humility.

"Doubt isn't always a bad thing." And he knows that Castiel knows that. But it still is a good thing to remind the former angel of from time to time.

Once he's certain Castiel is steady, Sam kneels and reaches for more soap, lathering up the washcloth again so that he can start washing the blood and semen off of Castiel's legs. Still gentle, still careful, but making certain every bit of it is gone. Including up over Castiel's ass because that definitely needed to be cleaned so that Castiel would feel better.

Someone used Sharpie to write something on the inside of Castiel's thighs, high up so it's only visible when he spreads them a little.

'Property'.

He doesn't answer Sam, but whimpers softly as he's being cleaned, as the soap stings in the various small tears he's suffering. His fingers find their way into Sam's hair for comfort, holding on with a small tremble.

Sam's lips roll as he looks at the marker and shakes his head. "I'll have to look up a good way to get rid of this." Because Castiel isn't property. Though, really, he should probably check that with the former angel.

For the moment, though, he finishes cleaning Castiel up, absolutely not moving the other man's fingers from his hair. It's an effort not to lean in and kiss Castiel's hip, memories of similar nights with Jess surfacing after so long. Instead, he shakes himself slightly and pushes himself to his feet. "Come on. Let's get you dried off and get a better look at your back." Probably more than just Castiel's back. But it definitely needs to be looked at to prevent infections.

Castiel nods, but is silent as he follows Sam out of the shower, slightly unsteady because of everything that has transpired, because he's tired and hurting and knows that his shame will only grow as they proceed.

"I'm sensitive."

It sounds like a random statement as he lets Sam envelop him in a towel. But it can mean a lot of things. An apology should his body react inappropriately to touch. An apology should he cry out because he hurts easily, too. An apology he cry.

Always an apology, because he feels that apologizing is all that can soften the inevitable fallout of all this for him.

The towel is incredibly soft. When they don't have to rely on laundromats and using the least amount of money possible, it turns out that Dean's really good at laundry. Sam is careful not to press against the injuries as he dries Castiel off.

He glances up at the statement, humming softly before nodding. "I suppose that's not a big surprise, really. This whole 'human' thing is still new to you. All the sensations will be, too." Which means, yes, learning how to deal with things like pain and pleasure. Especially when somebody has been working very hard to prove that there's no line in between, even where there should be one. "It's okay, Cas. Whatever happens, I won't be bothered by it. Whatever you need, all right?"

Castiel relaxes into the towel as Sam dries him off. There's something cozy about it, something oddly casual and chaste. Sam is taking care of him, clearly not focused on the wet, naked skin underneath the soft towel.

It's surprisingly nice to have affection without sex. Castiel didn't know that.

"Let me repay you, Sam."

Any other time and Sam might be more focused on wet, naked Castiel. If he's allowed. But right now, Castiel is a friend and hurting and that's all that Sam is going to let himself think about.

"You don't have to repay me, Cas," Sam says, wiping the towel over Castiel's hair again, almost amused at the way it won't quite set down, even when wet. "You're my friend. That's all the reason I need to help you."

Castiel's hair has its own mind like that. It's made for running fingers through it, too, though Castiel doesn't know that. Affection isn't something he's learned much of yet.

"But I can be good."

All he's learned is how to trade himself in for little kindnesses. Because Jason did him a kindness now and then - and expected payment, too.

It really is, and Sam would love to. But he's very mindful of the fact that Castiel is more than a little turned around at the moment.

Sam drops the towel around Castiel's shoulders, reaching up with one hand to cup the other man's cheek. "I know that you can," he says softly. "But you don't owe me anything, Castiel. There's no need to repay what I give to you freely. Nor do I expect payment. That's not what I'm about."

They have talked aboutit before, and Castiel feels as though he's failing Sam by returning to this point over and over again. But he has to make sure. Has to offer. There's nothing to gain in life if you're not willing to pay for it.

So what he does is reach forwards and very lightly trails his fingers over Sam's soft cock, not breaking eye contact.

Offering. Inviting.

He can be good.

Edited 2014-07-28 20:24 (UTC)

The reaction to that touch is very much not something in Sam's control. His cock jerks up into the touch, a little blood starting to fill it. And it would be so simple, just to let Castiel keep touching him, let him get Sam off the way that he wants to.

Sam takes a deep breath, willing down any more reaction before he takes Castiel's hand and brings it up to hold onto. "Cas, no," he says softly, keeping eye contact. "You don't have to get me off for me to know that you're good. I know YOU and I know that's true. You don't owe me anything."

"You've been alone too much and too long. You deserve at least... something."

Even something like Castiel. He feels light headed, barely able to connect his thoughts to his actions to his own wants and needs. He just doesn't want Sam to walk away, doesn't want to be useless again, nothing more than a victim, damaged goods.

Just like Jason said.

"I didn't know I had any need before my Grace was taken. And now I just want so much. Don't you want me to want you?"

Sam's hand tightens on Castiel's, not letting go. Because, yes. There's a part of Sam that has wanted Castiel to want him for years now. Maybe since the first time they had met and Castiel had pronounced him "The Boy with the Demon Blood".

Sam broke eye contact, lifting his head to press a kiss to Castiel's forehead. "You are my friend, Cas. I care about you and I want you to be safe, first and foremost."

Couldn't look Castiel in the eyes because he might see just how damaged Sam was, how broken bits of him still were. "We'll deal with your needs, help you find a safe way to deal with them. After that...we'll see."

He'd be safe with Sam, he would be. Castiel almost wants to beg, because the thought, the mere suspicion and fear that he has to face the future without a dom for now, alone and without the kind of guidance and control that he needs so much, is terrifying.

He took everyone Jason tossed at him just to not lose that.

But Castiel will be safe with Sam no matter what, even if Sam can't take away the terror of every day life just yet. He can let Castiel find the ground beneath his feet again, at least.

"I don't want to be alone," Castiel admits. It's not why he's offered himself to Sam. But it's a different level of everything that makes him feel wrong right now.

"You don't have to offer me sex not to be alone," Sam says softly, pulling Castiel closer into another hug. He really does need to look over Castiel, but for the moment, this feels more important. "I'm going to work with you so that you can understand what you want out of this, Cas. What you like and don't like and the best ways for you to get it safely. It's going to take time, but we'll get you there, I promise."

"And until then?"

He feels rotten for asking, but it's a concern. Will he be forced to remain alone untl then, lost in he sea that is free will and humanity, out of balance every waking moment?

What if Jason calls.

What if he calls Jason.

Castiel wraps his arms around Sam and holds on, anchors himself in what little way he can.

Whatever resistance Sam might have had crumbles in the face of the way Castiel wraps around him. He reminds himself that Castiel's been through something very difficult, that he's clinging to the one person who seems to know what's going on.

It doesn't stop him for a moment from wishing it were more than that.

He lays his hand against Castiel's back. "I promised that I would be the one in control. For now. I have a better idea of what you need than you do, though for the moment, I'm pretty sure what you need is to be treated and to sleep." Which comes to another problem. "Do you...I don't know if you want to sleep on your own or not."

"I don't sleep on my own."

And then Castiel stiffens, as if expecting reprimand. Clings just a little harder, maybe - and what little strength he has must seem pitiful to Sam.

Tentatively, he looks up. There's doubt in his eyes, the steel behind blue eyes beaten down into something unnaturally delicate.

"I don't want to sleep alone."

But even small, delicate things can remember they have a sharp, willful edge or two. Even when Castiel looks like he expects a beating, both for speaking as if he's adhering to Jason's rules, and for declaring what he wants - forbidden according to Jason's rules.

It's going to take a lot of time to deal with that particular reaction Castiel has to voicing his wants and opinions.

Sam nods slowly. "All right. You're still going to have your own room in the bunker because you deserve your own space to retreat to. A place where none of us will go unless invited." Which was going to be important for helping him get his head back on straight. "It's not somewhere you have to go, just somewhere that's available for you.

"For tonight, at least, you'll stay in my room." Which was actually a bit of a help because it would allow Sam to monitor his wounds better. "But. There's still no sex, all right? You still don't owe me anything."

It's unnerving, to say the least, and Castiel isn't sure whether he's relieved or unsettled as a result. But he nods, accepts Sam's way of doing things for now.

His own room... with the ability to lock the door.

It's a nice idea, but it also makes his head spin because it sounds and feels so wrong, initially. What would Jason say. And will Sam be as okay with it as he claims right now?

Castiel wants to be used, if only because that's all he knows, and not having it happen sends him reeling, makes him want to be able to cling in other ways. Instead, he carefully pulls away to stand on his own. Nods and turns around, not trusting his idle hands for now, and not thinking about what kind of image his back will present to Sam.

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