FIC - Bleed for spn_30snapshots
Title: Bleed (tiny ficlet)
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean, Castiel
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #11, heated
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: He knew he’d always do it. spoilers for Reading Is Fundamental
There had never been a time when it wasn’t true.
Even in the beginning, when Castiel fought against the pure disdain he felt for Sam, he would never have hesitated. And he didn’t. He didn’t, ever.
He was asked for things he’d never considered doing, but did them anyway.
He was compelled to disobey orders almost from the very beginning.
On a park bench on a beautiful sunny day, he’d confided to Dean that he’d had doubts about Heaven’s plans.
In a moment of clarity, he’d embraced the concept of free will. If he could feel body temperature then, he would have known he was heated.
There were a few times he’d tried to hint to Dean and Sam, over the year before, especially after their bout with Fate, that he wanted them to remember they’d been the ones who’d showed him he could be more than just a hammer. He couldn’t tell them much more than that, he could only hope that at some point they’d understand.
Before that, though, there had been many incidents that required him to give something up for the brothers, something that was his.
Spells, banishing sigils, summonings, rituals…there was one thing that was required for all of those.
His blood.
So in the moment, as they read what the boy prophet had given them, Castiel didn’t hesitate as he held out the vial in his hand.
“Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters”, he said, a smile on his face, never acknowledging the heat of the vial, the heat of the looks being exchanged.
He knew he wasn’t the same as he had been before. But some things never changed.
There would never be a time when he wouldn’t bleed for Dean, or for Sam.
It was the truth when he told them he didn’t know what he was going to do. But one thing he did know was that if he had to bleed for them again, he’d be back to do it without hesitation.
Truth be told, the brothers had bled for him more times than he could count. It seemed only fair to return the favor.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam, Dean, Castiel
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #11, heated
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: He knew he’d always do it. spoilers for Reading Is Fundamental
There had never been a time when it wasn’t true.
Even in the beginning, when Castiel fought against the pure disdain he felt for Sam, he would never have hesitated. And he didn’t. He didn’t, ever.
He was asked for things he’d never considered doing, but did them anyway.
He was compelled to disobey orders almost from the very beginning.
On a park bench on a beautiful sunny day, he’d confided to Dean that he’d had doubts about Heaven’s plans.
In a moment of clarity, he’d embraced the concept of free will. If he could feel body temperature then, he would have known he was heated.
There were a few times he’d tried to hint to Dean and Sam, over the year before, especially after their bout with Fate, that he wanted them to remember they’d been the ones who’d showed him he could be more than just a hammer. He couldn’t tell them much more than that, he could only hope that at some point they’d understand.
Before that, though, there had been many incidents that required him to give something up for the brothers, something that was his.
Spells, banishing sigils, summonings, rituals…there was one thing that was required for all of those.
His blood.
So in the moment, as they read what the boy prophet had given them, Castiel didn’t hesitate as he held out the vial in his hand.
“Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters”, he said, a smile on his face, never acknowledging the heat of the vial, the heat of the looks being exchanged.
He knew he wasn’t the same as he had been before. But some things never changed.
There would never be a time when he wouldn’t bleed for Dean, or for Sam.
It was the truth when he told them he didn’t know what he was going to do. But one thing he did know was that if he had to bleed for them again, he’d be back to do it without hesitation.
Truth be told, the brothers had bled for him more times than he could count. It seemed only fair to return the favor.