FIC - Adjustments
Title: Adjustments
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Human!Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #28, moaning
W/C: ~ 1250
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: A surprise on top of a surprise.
A/N: this is also for the hunger/starvation square for hc_bingo
Castiel becoming human had happened so suddenly that Dean and Sam both were caught off guard when he expressed needs that were purely human. Of course, it was a much more difficult transition for Castiel.
For the millionth time, Sam wished that if this really did have to happen, it would be when they still had easy access to human comforts. It would have been nice to just give Cas some food when he was hungry, let him rest when he was tired, teach him how to drive and hunt without having to stare down the end of the world at the same time.
Of course, Winchester luck didn’t work that way. It never had, so there was no expectation for things to be different. Dean had ventured out from the abandoned house in which they’d taken shelter for the past day or so. Dean and Sam had practice working constantly through the insistent hunger in their bellies, from when they were kids and there just wasn’t any food to the time when a hunt took longer than expected and two days went by before they had a chance to eat.
Leaving like that, alone at night…it wasn’t safe. Dean knew it, Sam knew it, Cas knew it. But when Cas curled up into a ball on the dirty floor with his arms held tight around his stomach, an honest to Chuck moan escaping his lips. Dean couldn’t take it anymore.
Out of earshot, he whispered to Sam, “I can’t stand it, man. I’ve got to find us some food. Look at him!”
Sam agreed, and though he wished he could go with his brother, he knew they couldn’t leave Castiel alone like this. “All right, just, you know, try to - try not to get killed or whatever.”
Dean rolled his eyes and walked out the door. Cas was still doubled over, a tight ball on the floor, shaking in his boots.
Yeah, boots. No more ‘holy tax accountant’ outfit. It was impractical. On closer inspection, Cas wasn’t just making sounds of complaint. “Castiel. You all right? Can I get you anything?”
The voice that responded barely even resembled the deep tone of Castiel, badass angel of the Lord. “Just…food. Please. It hurts. I can’t concentrate, can’t even think about anything else.”
“Dean went out to try and find something for you. He’ll be back, you know Dean, he’ll get some food and bring it back for you, everything will be all right.”
When Cas looked up, Sam was shocked at what he saw on the former angel’s face. He was crying.
Castiel was crying. Real live tears, not like Dean’s steadily controlled one teardrop that he let fall on rare occasions, much more like Sam’s ugly snotty weepy crying.
Sam had nothing else to offer, so he just laid down on the floor next to Cas and pulled him into a tight embrace. Maybe if Cas cried like Sam, he’d appreciate comfort the same way too. It seemed he was right; Cas melted into Sam’s chest and went limp. “I don’t know how you do this. Any of it! Sore muscles and exhaustion and empty stomachs and being so afraid. But you do, both of you do it, Bobby did it, Jo and Ellen did it…I feel like I’m going to die”, he sobbed against Sam’s shoulder.
“Shhh, Cas, come on, it’s all right. We’ve had years of practice. A whole lifetime to get used to working through the pain, finding ways to put it on the back burner. You’ve barely had a month to start processing these kinds of feelings. Give it time.” Before he realized he was doing it, his hand was rubbing circles into Castiel’s back in an attempt to comfort him further.
Cas went tense again, surely another hunger pain making his stomach cramp. Another moan escaped his lips. “I sound pathetic. I feel pathetic. What good am I to either of you like this?”
And oh, no, that was most certainly not on. “Stop that right now” Sam replied, pulling back enough so that he could look Cas directly in the eye. “This is not about usefulness. You’re our friend, and you’re going to be fine. I’ve seen you face down things a thousand times scarier than being hungry or tired. I know it doesn’t seem like that to you right now, but I’m telling you, it’s the truth. I’m absolutely certain.”
By this time, Castiel’s tears were drying and he was looking at Sam like he was the only person on the planet. “Thank you. Your confidence in me is very…meaningful.”
Before Sam knew what hit him, Castiel’s lips were grazing his own. For a moment, he was surprised enough to freeze. Then he saw that look again, the sad and hopeless expression he couldn’t stand to see on the face of his friend. So he leaned forward and kissed him back, a chaste kiss, soft and quick.
After that, it was kind of a blur, the two of them lying there on the floor pushing against each other, mouths eventually opening so their tongues could explore as much as they wanted.
The next moan he heard from Cas was definitely not as a result of hunger or pain. “I think I distracted you from your discomfort for a minute there”, he said, trying to sound casual.
“You did. And I think I would appreciate it if you could distract me on other occasions. If you wouldn’t mind.”
And really, Sam hadn’t given it much thought before about three minutes ago, but he was boarding the ‘distract Castiel with kissing’ train with no hesitation. “Of course I wouldn’t mind.”
They kept it up, still so slow and gentle and cautious - Sam didn’t want to overload Cas with too much at once. But hearing those sweet, soft moans from Castiel made Sam reluctant to stop. Finally, though, he pulled himself away regretfully. “Dean will be back soon. There’s a fair likelihood that he’d go into full-on apoplexy if he found us like this.”
Now here was a thing that was fantastic about Castiel being human now - he laughed. Really laughed, giving Sam a look at the wide grin on his face and the hint of dimples on his cheeks. “I’m sure you’re right about that” he replied.
They both sat up, Cas still doubled over with his arms around his belly. “He’ll find something for you to eat, I promise.”
“I don’t like him being out there alone at night.”
“Well, he doesn’t like to see you hurting.”
The two men sat in companionable silence for another half an hour, when Dean returned; his coat pockets filled with pre-packaged Little Debbie snack cakes. “Gas station right down the road. I got some bottles of water too.”
So yeah, it would have been great if Dean had shown back up with fresh fruit or vegetables, anything that wasn’t filled with enough preservatives to survive yet another Apocalypse. But they took what they could get. Castiel took great care in sampling each different item set in front of him as Dean chowed down on Twinkies and Sam grabbed a pack of Strawberry Shortcakes.
Another different moan came from Cas once he tasted the Cosmic Brownies.
There was a long road ahead. But Sam knew that even if they ended up hungry or cold sometimes, he had a way to comfort Castiel now.
Author: verucasalt123
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam/Human!Cas
Claim: Theme 07: Get Your Kink On
Theme: http://verucasalt123.livejournal.com/147817.html
Prompt(s): #28, moaning
W/C: ~ 1250
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: These boys do not belong to me.
Summary: A surprise on top of a surprise.
A/N: this is also for the hunger/starvation square for hc_bingo
Castiel becoming human had happened so suddenly that Dean and Sam both were caught off guard when he expressed needs that were purely human. Of course, it was a much more difficult transition for Castiel.
For the millionth time, Sam wished that if this really did have to happen, it would be when they still had easy access to human comforts. It would have been nice to just give Cas some food when he was hungry, let him rest when he was tired, teach him how to drive and hunt without having to stare down the end of the world at the same time.
Of course, Winchester luck didn’t work that way. It never had, so there was no expectation for things to be different. Dean had ventured out from the abandoned house in which they’d taken shelter for the past day or so. Dean and Sam had practice working constantly through the insistent hunger in their bellies, from when they were kids and there just wasn’t any food to the time when a hunt took longer than expected and two days went by before they had a chance to eat.
Leaving like that, alone at night…it wasn’t safe. Dean knew it, Sam knew it, Cas knew it. But when Cas curled up into a ball on the dirty floor with his arms held tight around his stomach, an honest to Chuck moan escaping his lips. Dean couldn’t take it anymore.
Out of earshot, he whispered to Sam, “I can’t stand it, man. I’ve got to find us some food. Look at him!”
Sam agreed, and though he wished he could go with his brother, he knew they couldn’t leave Castiel alone like this. “All right, just, you know, try to - try not to get killed or whatever.”
Dean rolled his eyes and walked out the door. Cas was still doubled over, a tight ball on the floor, shaking in his boots.
Yeah, boots. No more ‘holy tax accountant’ outfit. It was impractical. On closer inspection, Cas wasn’t just making sounds of complaint. “Castiel. You all right? Can I get you anything?”
The voice that responded barely even resembled the deep tone of Castiel, badass angel of the Lord. “Just…food. Please. It hurts. I can’t concentrate, can’t even think about anything else.”
“Dean went out to try and find something for you. He’ll be back, you know Dean, he’ll get some food and bring it back for you, everything will be all right.”
When Cas looked up, Sam was shocked at what he saw on the former angel’s face. He was crying.
Castiel was crying. Real live tears, not like Dean’s steadily controlled one teardrop that he let fall on rare occasions, much more like Sam’s ugly snotty weepy crying.
Sam had nothing else to offer, so he just laid down on the floor next to Cas and pulled him into a tight embrace. Maybe if Cas cried like Sam, he’d appreciate comfort the same way too. It seemed he was right; Cas melted into Sam’s chest and went limp. “I don’t know how you do this. Any of it! Sore muscles and exhaustion and empty stomachs and being so afraid. But you do, both of you do it, Bobby did it, Jo and Ellen did it…I feel like I’m going to die”, he sobbed against Sam’s shoulder.
“Shhh, Cas, come on, it’s all right. We’ve had years of practice. A whole lifetime to get used to working through the pain, finding ways to put it on the back burner. You’ve barely had a month to start processing these kinds of feelings. Give it time.” Before he realized he was doing it, his hand was rubbing circles into Castiel’s back in an attempt to comfort him further.
Cas went tense again, surely another hunger pain making his stomach cramp. Another moan escaped his lips. “I sound pathetic. I feel pathetic. What good am I to either of you like this?”
And oh, no, that was most certainly not on. “Stop that right now” Sam replied, pulling back enough so that he could look Cas directly in the eye. “This is not about usefulness. You’re our friend, and you’re going to be fine. I’ve seen you face down things a thousand times scarier than being hungry or tired. I know it doesn’t seem like that to you right now, but I’m telling you, it’s the truth. I’m absolutely certain.”
By this time, Castiel’s tears were drying and he was looking at Sam like he was the only person on the planet. “Thank you. Your confidence in me is very…meaningful.”
Before Sam knew what hit him, Castiel’s lips were grazing his own. For a moment, he was surprised enough to freeze. Then he saw that look again, the sad and hopeless expression he couldn’t stand to see on the face of his friend. So he leaned forward and kissed him back, a chaste kiss, soft and quick.
After that, it was kind of a blur, the two of them lying there on the floor pushing against each other, mouths eventually opening so their tongues could explore as much as they wanted.
The next moan he heard from Cas was definitely not as a result of hunger or pain. “I think I distracted you from your discomfort for a minute there”, he said, trying to sound casual.
“You did. And I think I would appreciate it if you could distract me on other occasions. If you wouldn’t mind.”
And really, Sam hadn’t given it much thought before about three minutes ago, but he was boarding the ‘distract Castiel with kissing’ train with no hesitation. “Of course I wouldn’t mind.”
They kept it up, still so slow and gentle and cautious - Sam didn’t want to overload Cas with too much at once. But hearing those sweet, soft moans from Castiel made Sam reluctant to stop. Finally, though, he pulled himself away regretfully. “Dean will be back soon. There’s a fair likelihood that he’d go into full-on apoplexy if he found us like this.”
Now here was a thing that was fantastic about Castiel being human now - he laughed. Really laughed, giving Sam a look at the wide grin on his face and the hint of dimples on his cheeks. “I’m sure you’re right about that” he replied.
They both sat up, Cas still doubled over with his arms around his belly. “He’ll find something for you to eat, I promise.”
“I don’t like him being out there alone at night.”
“Well, he doesn’t like to see you hurting.”
The two men sat in companionable silence for another half an hour, when Dean returned; his coat pockets filled with pre-packaged Little Debbie snack cakes. “Gas station right down the road. I got some bottles of water too.”
So yeah, it would have been great if Dean had shown back up with fresh fruit or vegetables, anything that wasn’t filled with enough preservatives to survive yet another Apocalypse. But they took what they could get. Castiel took great care in sampling each different item set in front of him as Dean chowed down on Twinkies and Sam grabbed a pack of Strawberry Shortcakes.
Another different moan came from Cas once he tasted the Cosmic Brownies.
There was a long road ahead. But Sam knew that even if they ended up hungry or cold sometimes, he had a way to comfort Castiel now.