Fandom: Supernatural AU
The rest of the week was unbelievably peaceful. Sam had never felt this relaxed around anyone. The majority of the time, he was in line of sight of Castiel, but the guy had mastered the art of being unobtrusive. That, and Sam was pretty sure Cas was the fastest reader he had ever met. Every time he was reading, there was a different book in his hands.
When he had offered up his private library to Cas to start using instead of stacking all the books on his nightstand, his stomach had done a painful roll over at the outright joy Castiel was exuding. Not to mention the first full smile he had ever seen from Cas. Sam had to remind himself that he was not the hero (or heroine) in a romance novel and he needed to stop having all of these gushy feelings about someone that was living in the same house as him.
It was simply cabin fever. When he got back up to Vancouver and they started shooting again, he could go clubbing and start working all of this out of his system. They were due to fly out tomorrow and it would be a relief to get out of the oppressive heat of LA. Not to mention, Vancouver was one of his favorite cities to live in. It beat LA and Texas, especially during the summer.
When Castiel came back into the living room, Sam grinned at the suitcase he was dragging. "Ready to go tomorrow?"
"Yes, of course."
Sam yawned. "You're gonna love Vancouver, Cas, I promise. And I'll be able to go out at night, there won't be creepy fangirls, and I will simply not have to fucking worry about all of the bullshit that I do here in LA. It'll be amazing." Castiel's lack of response didn't phase him. Dude was probably lost in thought. It happened when he knew that Cas was relaxed and not on high alert for potential whatevers to his person.
He was starting to get used to his shadow. He was also (maybe) starting to get used to the fact that he had someone as hot as Castiel hanging around him all the time. Okay, who was he kidding, he wasn't used to that at all. He probably wasn't going to be. He'd just have to get over it and fuck it out of his system. Hell, he was pretty damn sure that Cas didn't even have a sex drive, unless he was getting off on all of those books he was reading.
Sam made a mental note to look at a few books for sticky pages, then wrinkled his nose at that thought. If Cas wanted to get off to books that was his own damn business. But, damn, it didn't stop him wondering what Cas's chapped lips would look like wrapped around his cock, and how messed up his hair would be if it was actual bed hair...
He thought about it more than was probably healthy. But so far, his few flirting attempts had fallen on completely deaf ears. The more Sam thought about it, the more he decided that Castiel was just oblivious. The guy had even admitted to being so, especially back in high school when he was regularly expected to interact with his peers. Sam started to snicker. That was a dangerous thought.
"I will admit to being glad to leave Los Angeles. This has never been my preferred city of choice, though it is the one that is easiest to find work in."
Sam snorted. "Lots of paranoid movie stars who think they are the fucking president and need to have a security detail follow them wherever they go."
"If you like, I will start whispering into my wrist more frequently and refer to you as Eagle One."
Sam burst out laughing and shared a grin with Cas. "Okay, come on, Eagle One is too obvious."
"Tall One?" Castiel suggested.
Sam snickered, shaking his head. "More appropriate, but still no."
"I shall endeavour to come up with an appropriate moniker for you as we fly to Vancouver," Castiel said, hanging his jacket over the suitcase sitting in the hallway. The car would be there for them at five and it would be fantastic to get a few hours of sleep. "You will not be going for a run in the morning, correct?"
"Not a chance. I'll take a run when we get to Vancouver. It'll be good to show you the city," Sam said, waving a hand. Unfortunately, Atticus was staying with Dean. He didn't want to risk traveling with him again after the fiasco of what had happened last time. It just wasn't worth it: he loved his dog too damn much and the last thing he needed was him getting sick because of airline mismanagement.
It was good to be back in Vancouver. Filming had started, everyone liked Cas, and they had only given him a little bit of ribbing about having a bodyguard. Mostly because he forgot that Cas was even there. His new nickname had stuck, too.
The nickname “Angel” --shortened from Angel-On-His-Shoulder-- had become even more hilarious when Castiel had informed them that he was named after an angel. Now it was never going to go away. Castiel had simply shrugged as though it did not bother him, but Sam knew that he was pleased at having received a nickname. Nicknames meant acceptance and if Sam had to weather a few “Guardian Angel” jokes, it was worth it to have his ass watched when he wasn’t looking.
Thankfully, it only took a few days to get his rhythm, he didn't have to be on set until mid-afternoon (thank you, nightshoots!), and, dammit, he was going to go get laid. Multiple times. Hell yes. If only Cas didn't have to tag along. Maybe Sam could convince him to stay home and have a night off. That'd be the ideal scenario.
"Hey, Cas, you know that you really don't have to...woah." Sam swallowed hard and had to think seriously unsexy thoughts Oh God, Bobby in a bikini, Bobby in a bikini... at the sight of Castiel in his doorway. "Uh. Well, damn. Now I feel underdressed."
"You look quite excellent," Castiel assured Sam. "I was unsure of what clothing would be appropriate in this scenario and thought this may fit the criteria."
Oh God, he was so fucking screwed. He was going to have to find a Cas-lookalike that he could fuck the ever-living shit out of or he wasn't going to make it through the night. Instead of his usual ill-fitting slacks and button up shirt, Cas was dressed in clothing that had to have been tailored to fit him.
Black jeans that he would bet his next ten paychecks made that ass look like fucking perfection, a dark green button up shirt that was tucked in, with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, and then, then, as if that outfit wasn't jaw-droppingly hot enough! Cas was wearing a waistcoat. A black waistcoat with a bright blue back that Sam could already tell matched his eyes.
Jesus. Fucking. Christ. He was half hard in his jeans just staring. He swallowed hard. "Uh. Yeah. Yeah. Heh. The bouncer might think I'm the one escorting you, though."
Castiel frowned and looked down at his clothing. "I can change if you would prefer--"
"NO!" Sam blinked at the volume of his voice and flushed. "Uh, yeah, no, I'm fine. Totally fine, Cas. Believe me, I'm an actor, I'm not that insecure about my looks," Sam said, relaxing a fraction when Cas smiled at him.
Oh fuck, he didn't want to leave the house. He wanted to pin Cas to the wall and kiss him until neither of them could breathe and peel each piece of clothing off of him. "Let's get going then."
He was definitely going to the club with the intent of getting laid. He'd made that very clear to Cas and they had set up some ground rules. Castiel was going to keep his distance unless he saw something that would cause direct harm to Sam. If Sam was out of his sight for more than an hour, contact would need to be established (Sam had fought for that to be only a text and had won, after an argument with Cas) or else Cas would come looking for him.
They weren't his favorite set of rules to date, that was for certain. But, he could ignore them in favor of being able to oogle Cas (and, oh, he would oogle. He and every single other person in the club who wasn't fucking blind would ogle) and get laid. Getting laid was definitely the prime objective.
Primary, secondary, and tertiary objectives, really. Sam settled back in the car and waited to arrive. Sometimes it paid to be a sort-of famous actor. Meant he could get into places like Hellfire without any issue whatsoever. And, as a bonus, have a plus one.
A belated thought occurred to him and he looked over at Cas. "Hey, Cas?"
"You know we're going to a gay club tonight, right?"
Castiel turned to look at Sam. "Yes."
"Cool, and you know you're going to be hit on, right?" Sam asked, relaxing a little.
"I sincerely doubt that anyone shall look twice at me when they see you."
Sam laughed. "Cas, you don't need to flatter me, honestly."
Castiel looked at Sam. "I am not. You are gorgeous and you are very much aware of your attractiveness."
Sam climbed out of the car when they arrived and made his way over to the door. He watched Cas follow him and shook his head. Cas looked… hungry. Anyone looking to get laid would make a beeline for the both of them. Hell, with that look, they’d probably go to Cas before him!
Sam dusted a little bit of dust off his black jeans and grinned.
The all black might be a bit cliche for the club scene, but it would serve his purpose for this evening. Good enough.
Castiel followed him inside, but the second they pressed against the crush of people, Sam lost sight of him. They were taller than most people in the crowd (although, he was taller than pretty much everyone), so it shouldn't have been so easy for Cas to blend in like that. Nonetheless, he did.
Sam shrugged and made his way over to the bar. First order of the night: drinks. At least a couple of them. He wasn't about to go home stumbling around, but damn, he needed a few. It'd help relax him once people started hitting on him left, right, and center.
He ordered scotch and downed the first almost immediately, then took a sip of the second, settling into his chair as he turned to survey the crowd. Hmmm. He couldn't decide what he wanted tonight: fuck or be fucked. Both certainly sounded appetizing.
Maybe he should go for someone to fuck him. If he ended up fucking anyone, he'd end up with a Cas look-alike and he just did not need to answer those questions later. That'd make things awkward for everyone and was something that he definitely wanted to avoid.
Oh, dammit, and now he was thinking about fucking Cas again. Christ, he needed to stop that. Cas was off-menu and would stay off-menu until further notice. He needed to get used to that already, it wasn't going to change.
"Well, well, well. You are the most gorgeous and the most bored looking person here. Clearly, you need someone to entertain you." He held out his hand and smirked. “Trevor.”
Sam focused on the tall, sandy-haired man in front of him and took the offered hand. “Sam.” He pulled his hand back a second later and raised his eyebrow. "And if I said I didn't need entertainment, Trevor?"
"I'd ask to buy you a drink and see if there was something we could find to talk about,” the sleezy guy offered.
Sam rolled his eyes; right. But no one else had come close, and maybe this guy was better than his pickup lines.
"Sure, I'll take another drink."
Three drinks later, Sam knew he was a bit of a mess. His promise to himself not to end up smashed had been thrown out the window when Trevor had challenged him to see how fast he could down three shots and then they had had a few more drinks.
Still giggling at Trevor's last comment about the alcohol, Sam wondered where Cas was. Maybe he was off getting some tail, he could certainly use it with that stick that was up his ass. The thought made Sam start laughing again.
"What's so funny, beautiful?"
Sam snorted at that and went to go take another sip of his drink, only to find that it was empty. He frowned at the glass that had been full only a second ago...
"Here, I've got another one all ready for you." Trevor said, sliding the glass towards Sam.
Sam gave him a blinding grin. He really wasn't all that funny, but at least Trevor bought him drinks and seemed to like him.
He wrapped a hand around the glass and started to lift it to his lips when his arm suddenly stopped mid-motion. He frowned at it and realized the reason was a hand wrapped around his wrist.
"Don't drink that, Sam."
Sam shivered. That voice was growly and sexy and it was right by his ear. Mmm. He could do with hearing that a lot more. He glanced over his shoulder and gave a wide grin.
"Cas! I thought you were off getting laid!" He giggled when Cas gave him a frowny-face. Cas had the best frowny face.
"Hey man, what the hell is your problem!?" Trevor said. "We weren't doing anything he didn't want!"
Castiel took the glass away from Sam and stuck a pinky into it, pulling it out to lick at the pad of his finger. His eyes narrowed. "Salty."
The man across from Sam paled.
"I thought so," Castiel confirmed.
"Cas? What’s wrong with...with the drink?" Sam asked, swaying a little bit in his seat.
"Your drink," Castiel took it and threw it into the face of the man beside Sam. "was spiked. With a date rape drug. Rohypnol, if I am not mistaken."
Sam blinked and then turned to glare at Trevor. "You’re a dick and you aren’t funny!" He said, trying to stand up, swaying a little, buming into Cas. Cas was good, though, and he steadied him. "I can't believe I wanted to fuck you!"
"That's enough, Sam," Castiel said, his hand on Sam’s shoulder as he glared at the other man. The bar was silent around them.
"Bartender, have him arrested or I will make sure he does not walk out of here." When he received a nod, he turned his attention to Sam.
"Hey man, you're not about to get away with having me arrested! This is bullshit!" Trevor protested.
Castiel ignored him, focusing on Sam, trying to coax him back into the chair and get him to sit down so he could perform a proper diagnostic and see if his first few drinks had also been spiked.
"Hey, listen to me, you fucker!"
Castiel grabbed the hand before it touched his shoulder and spun, twisting the jackass’s entire arm behind him. He shoved the man against the bar. "You have now attempted assault. I will be pressing charges, as will my client, you can rest assured."
"Cas is such a badass!" Sam said, grinning widely as he swayed in his chair.
Castiel paused to smile for a moment and glanced up at Sam. When the man started to struggle, he put more pressure on his shoulder. "I would suggest you cease moving, or you may risk dislocating your shoulder. I would not recommend it, they can be painful."
A moment later, two bouncers were there, and Cas released his hold on the man, turning him over to them with a nod. He looked back over at Sam and his drunken swaying in the chair. He sighed a little bit.
"Sam, I thought you were not planning to get drunk."
"He kept buyin' me drinks! You don’t turn down free drinks!" Sam said, holding up a finger. "Rule number one!"
Castiel fought the urge to smile and pulled out his phone, calling the car around. "That may be the rule, but when you are frustrated tomorrow, I am not going to take the blame for it."
Sam gave a bleary smile and stumbled to his feet, glad when Cas put a steadying arm around his waist. He wrapped an arm around Cas's shoulders and stumbled.
"S'ok~ And my hand works just fine. Been even getting a workout lately."
Castiel chuckled and led the way to the entrance, helping Sam into the car before going to go climb into the opposite side. He put the divider up so Sam wouldn't distract the driver. "I know that, for some reason, you have not felt comfortable going out with me in attendance--"
"That's not why!" Sam said, pouting. "It's cause you're off limits and hot and and and--" He flailed a little bit and waved at Cas. "Just look at you!"
Castiel blinked and looked down at himself. There were a few droplets of Sam's drink on his chest as well as glitter in a few places from people he had brushed against to get to Sam in a hurry, but there was nothing unique about his appearance as compared to earlier. "Is there something wrong with my appearance?"
Sam look down and then frowned, squinting his eyes at Castiel. Bastard was playin' hard to get. "You are hot. You’re like, hottie hot. It is not fair, and that fuckin' waistcoat matches your eyes! Do you know how unfair that is? I want to take you and fuck you through the wall!"
Castiel's eyes went wide and he stared at Sam as he continued to pout. "I--"
"And the worst part? The worst part is that I'm not allowed to. I wanna, wanna, wanna, fuck you because my hand is sore, but I'm not allowed. Gen said so," Sam ranted, throwing up his hands before sinking back to the seat. "I was going to go fuck this outta my system, but then you had to, to, to be a white… rescuer!"
Castiel blinked. "White… knight?"
Castiel smiled at Sam. He did have his moments of being adorable, even when he was pouting like that, that was for certain. "Sam, you know that--"
"I know, I know, I know. I promised Gen. No hittin' on you, no walking around obviously shirtless, no sexy times, no nothing. Except flirting, I'm allowed to flirt." Sam grinned. "You're dumb as a box of rocks with flirting, Cas."
He had to agree with the assessment. Flirting had never been something he was interested in receiving and if Sam had been flirting with him, he certainly would not have noticed it. Sam could have anyone, and Castiel believed he was hardly worth the effort or the time.
"And then! Then! As if you bein' a sexy bodyguard isn't bad enough!"
Castiel's eyes snapped back to Sam and widened when he realized Sam had leaned in close and their lips were only inches apart. He could smell the alcohol on Sam's breath and his lips were pink and glistening. He sucked in a slow breath of air. "Sam...?"
"Then you had to go and dress like this!" Sam accused, narrowing his eyes. "You… ridiculously hot!" He dropped his eyes to Cas's lips and reached up to press a finger to them. "Your lips and eyes and… you! You're ridiculous."
Castiel dropped his eyes to Sam's finger and couldn't help but let them trail all of the way down Sam's body. There was a… substantial physical reaction that told him Sam was clearly interested. He swallowed and pulled his head far enough back so Sam's hand fell between them. "Sam..."
"See! See! It's bad enough that I can' have you, but, least you aren't screwin' everyone else. You're just...jus’ not interested. That happens-I'm glad. I'd only want you screwin’ me if you were." Sam sank back into his seat and huffed.
Castiel stared at Sam's profile, endlessly thankful that he had put the divider up between them and the driver. He couldn't help continuing to shake his head. Where on Earth had Sam gotten the idea that he wasn't interested in sexual intercourse? Granted, he did not have time for it with his current occupation, but that had always suited his levels of need. His hand had always been sufficient, and did not require the effort a relationship or scheduling liaisons would be. "I believe we are almost home, Sam."
Sam looked back over at Cas and slumped in his seat, turning so he could rest his head on Cas' shoulder. "Thank you for comin' to save me, Cas."
Castiel smiled and shifted so he could press his cheek to the top of Sam's head. "You do not need to thank me, Sam. I am glad that I was there to help."
Sam gave a slow yawn and nodded, wrapping an arm around Cas, holding him closer. "I think I'm in shock. Spend the night with me."
Castiel chuckled and reached up to comb his fingers through Sam's hair. "I am hardly convinced. You seem to be just fine, as per usual, Sam," he teased.
Sam huffed and held onto Cas tighter. "Then 'm just not gonna let go and then you'll have to spend the night with me, you won't have any sort of choice in the matter."
Castiel sighed and looked to the ceiling. Once he got Sam inside and into bed, things would be much easier and he wouldn't need to continue arguing with Sam. "We are home," he announced when the car pulled to a stop outside the house.
"Home, sweet home!" Sam said, flailing as he sat up and off of Cas and pushed his way out of the door.
Castiel stopped and paid the driver, thanking him, before he followed Sam inside the house. He followed Sam into the house, the door still wide open from Sam’s passing. Heading towards the kitchen, he kept an ear open to figure out where Sam had stumbled off to.
When he didn't hear anything, he paused in the doorway of the kitchen and looked around. "Sam? Where are you?"
"Surprise sneak attack!" Sam shouted, wrapping his arms around Cas, spinning him around and into the kitchen before pressing him into the counter.
Castiel stumbled before righting himself under Sam's weight, grunting as he was pressed into the counter with a whole armful of drunk actor pressed against him. "Sam, what are you doing?" He fought down a shiver when Sam nuzzled at his neck. His skin was rough: he could feel the stubble scrape against his neck.
"You smell nice, Cas. Gorgeous bastard," Sam mumbled, closing his eyes and kissing at the soft skin he could feel. Cas wasn't as tan as he was, but he wasn't all pale skin either. He sat out at the pool and sometimes went running without a shirt on. It was really hard to run half-hard. He'd figured that out a long time ago. Wasn't fair.
"Sam, you are intoxicated. This is not a good idea," Castiel said, pushing gently at Sam. "We need to get some water in you and then get you into bed, all right?"
Sam grinned and moved off of Cas a little. He was heavy, but he couldn't squish Cas, that would be just mean. He needed to make sure he didn't do any squishing.
"Bed sounds great. I'd like to see you spread out on my sheets!"
Castiel blinked and stared up at Sam, his mouth dry as Sam leaned in close again, their lips barely an inch apart. "Sam, we are not going to share a bed."
"Awwww, but the guest room bed isn't big enough for me. My feet hang off!" Sam protested, leaning in to kiss at Cas's neck again, inhaling the scent that seemed to cling to his skin. Soap or somethin' or just Cas. Was good.
"Sam, you are going to regret this in the morning," Castiel said, pushing at Sam again. "Come on. I'll help you get into bed."
Sam heaved a sigh and stumbled away from Cas. "See! Not interested. S'ok, I knew it. Fuck, you're hot," he mumbled, turning towards the kitchen doorway and stumbling again.
Castiel watched him go and waited until he had left the room to press a hand to the erection straining against his jeans. He listened to Sam stumble his way towards his bedroom before the sound of him collapsing on the bed a moment later was heard.
He forced himself to take a few deep breaths and then turned to get a glass of water and a few pain killers. Sam would need them in the morning. Walking down the hall, he peeked into Sam's room and chuckled at the sight of him passed out and snoring on the bed. Sam hadn't even managed to get his shoes off.
Castiel put the water and the pills on the nightstand before removing Sam's shoes and socks. He would likely be very uncomfortable in jeans, but he would not be able to move Sam's dead weight without waking him. And since he was asleep--
His eyes snapped up to Sam's face, surprised. Sam had seemed as though he were sleeping deeply, his face half-mashed into the pillow. When hazel eyes didn't open to look at him, Castiel tilted his head and studied Sam who lay sprawled on his front, his arms under his head, and head turned to the side. Sam was not intoxicated to the point of sickness, so why was he calling for him?
Castiel watched Sam move restlessly on the bed. Sam made another small noise in his throat before shifting again. He sighed and was about to approach the bed when Sam moved again, but this time in a much more distinct manner. His eyes went wide.
"Cas… mmm… s'good..."
He sucked in a breath and watched as Sam's hips rolled in a steady motion against the bed, grinding down against the sheets. He stared, his erection roaring back to life in a moment. His brain was unable to process the sight in front of him entirely. Sam was, Sam was...
"Cas, ah, yes… Cas..."
Sam's voice was a moan and his hips rocked steadily against the bed now. Castiel pressed a hand to the front of his jeans. He should leave. He needed to leave and they, no, he, he would pretend that he had never seen what he had. It would be that simple.
Sam's thrusts against the bed grew more vigorous, his body clearly not getting the friction it wanted or needed. Castiel was so hard, his jeans had become extraordinarily uncomfortable. He sucked in a breath and continued to stare as Sam shifted again, this time his arm moving, moving to--
This time, it was impossible to ignore the pleased sigh of his name from Sam. Sam rocked into his hand, the friction and pressure what he had been looking for as he started to rut, moving faster and harder, his breath coming in desperate little pants.
Castiel tightened both of his hands into fists, unable to look away from the image that Sam presented on the bed, ass and thighs flexing with every movement. He was beautiful.
"Cassssssss." Sam's breath left him in a hiss, his whole body bucking and going tense before collapsing down onto the bed.
Castiel froze and watched as Sam sank back into the sheets. His erection gave a painful throb and he pressed a hand to it, waiting until Sam's breath had evened out before leaving the room.
Castiel walked down the hallway, sucking in a slow breath as the motion gave him additional friction that he did not need in his jeans. He opened the door to his bedroom and shut it behind him, his fingers flying to his zipper, hurriedly shoving his jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh before wrapping a hand around his erection.
He moaned, his head dropping back against the door as he stroked himself. Sam was deaf to the world, passed out asleep. There was no need to muffle himself. Castiel closed his eyes and the image of Sam--thrusting against his hand, soft little moans and sighs escaping, appeared. He was never going to be able to forget what Sam had looked like.
Now if only Sam could have been under him, making those same noises, his lips parted with each sigh, hazel eyes staring up at him as he begged for more...
Castiel grunted as he came, exploding all over his shirt, before slumping back against the door. He looked down at his hand and wiped the excess off on his jeans and covered his face with his other hand. He would need to resign in the morning. This was completely unacceptable.
He moved to the dresser and pulled out his suitcase, put it on the bed and started to load clothes into it. Castiel began composing the letter to Genevieve in his mind. She would be irritated, he was certain, but after he explained that it was nothing Sam had done--
Sam, grinding down against the bed, his lips bitten red, his hazel eyes swallowed by the pupil as he moaned...
Castiel shook his head. His fault, it was all of his fault. He took another breath; he should not have watched. He should have left Sam in the room to do whatever he wanted to.
He'd seen Sam shirtless, he could only imagine what it would be like to see him naked, miles of golden skin revealed for him to taste and touch and suck. Sam would be a writhing mess beneath him, crying out and begging for more...
"Enough!" Castiel snarled, shaking his head to dispel the images. Sam was his client. Someone that he needed to keep safe and protect. He could not afford to be lusting after him like some teenager! He was as bad as the women who had tried to kidnap and attack Sam!