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Comforting Embrace -CasGabe-The faintest hint of a frown passed over Castiel's lips his eyes staring at the light coming through the motel window, as the wind bit at what bare skin was visible. He could not understand how the brothers could fight like that, not with everything that was at risk. How it was possible that Dean and Sam could fight like that, and, when Castiel had tried to get them to stop and calm down, turn around and blame Castiel for everything. It was not his fault the situation they were in, or at least he hoped it wasn't.
The brothers were currently fighting about Dean's drinking, something that seemed trivial to Castiel, but apparently was cause enough for Sam to finally confront Dean which ended in them fighting. When it had looked like Dean was about to strike Sam, was when Castiel had stepped in and received a right hook to his jaw. That was when Dean turned on Castiel, saying that he was on Sam's side and that if it wasn't for the whole damn apocalypse then maybe he wouldn't have this prob
Mine -Castiel and Gabriel-Gabriel had been waiting for Castiel to appear in the motel room. The brothers had gone out somewhere, where exactly did not matter to Gabriel one little bit, so long as they stayed away for a while. The instant the younger angel appeared in the room, Gabriel pounced. He shoved Castiel up against the wall, his hands holding Castiel's wrists. The jealousy that Gabriel had been feeling was visible in his eyes and he was sure Castiel could see it as he stared into those stunning blue eyes. "Gabriel let me go," Castiel said in a calm voice, though he felt nerves growing in his stomach.
"Can't do that Cassie," Gabriel said with a possessive growl in Castiel's ear, sending a shiver down the younger angel's body. "You see I think you've forgotten just who you belong to." Gabriel pressed his lips to Castiel's, forceful and demanding. He wanted Castiel to give up, to give in, and to re
End of Innocence -Ch1-Forgive me Dean...Cas There was no other way I had no other choice. Everything I've done .was to save you both. But please, I can't survive if I know that you both hate me, I can't go on, I won't be able to survive. I love you my brother and my angel. And I always will.
Sam opened his eyes, rubbing at them as he sat up, the soft blankets falling from around his body, pooling in his lap. The grand bedroom was dark, empty, and Sam was completely alone. It was quiet and peaceful for the time being, while the rest of the world was blocked beyond the doors and the walls. He slipped from the bed and into the bathroom, turning on the shower, the room almost instantly filling up with steam. Sam winced as he slipped his silk pajama bottoms, letting them fall to the floor and trying not to remember how the bruises on his waist had appeared.
It was an unwelcomed memory, something that he forc
Pie -Castiel and Gabriel-Castiel drummed his fingers lazily against the table, eyes staring blankly at its wooden surface as he waited for his brother's return. It wasn't often that he received a call (or a visit) from Gabriel that began with the angel being extremely happy over something, and when he did it normally ended up with Castiel spending time with him. Not that he minded spending time with his brother, much to Dean's dislike, there were even times when Castiel greatly enjoyed himself. This time however was turning out to be boring, at least for the moment.
The scent of something chocolately, drifted over to Castiel where he sat, and he closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. Something to do with chocolate, he would expect no less from his brother the chocolate addict. "Enjoying the smell Cassie dear?" Castiel opened his eyes and glared at his brother. How many times had he told him NOT to call him 'Cassie'?
"Do not call me that," he said plainly and looked to the dish in Gabriel's hand. "Did you make
Dean had noticed something about Cas that sparked his curiosity; he was shy when it came to public displays of affection. The angel would flinch away from his touch if Sam were in the room, preferring to not to acknowledge how close he was to Dean in front of Sam. It was the small things that Dean would notice and he could only come to one conclusion; Castiel was in the closet about their relationship.
It wasn't like Sam wasn't suspicious; Dean recognized the looks that his little brother would give him on occasions when Sam thought that Dean didn't realize he was watching. The curiosity in Sammy's eyes was unmistakable and the occasional knowing looks that Sam would give him said all Dean needed to know, but even when Dean pointed it out to Cas, the angel still refused and denied any signs of affection in the presence of others.
Sam, however, had gone out to do some research at the local library in the town they were currently staying in, l
Silver Wings -SamCastiel- Ch3The fact that Castiel did not return when he woke up tore at Sam's heart, even more so when the angel seemed to vanish for the remainder of the week. With all that time alone, Sam's mind began to wander away from the present and onto a more logical and, if anything, a self hating line of thought. A small part of him began to wonder if it was too dangerous for him to actually care about anyone, and the people he cared about all seemed to die, with the exception of Dean who came back because of Castiel. And Dean Dean was Castiel's top priority, not Sam. Where that thought had come from, Sam did not know, but he was beginning to believe that it was true.
His wrists had, for the most part, healed and all that remained were the scars from where they had been cut, and once Dean had been satisfied that Sam could leave the motel without someone thinking he needed to be locked up in a psych ward, they left. Sam stared out the window of
Alone -MichaelLucifer-Warning Spoilers for "Hammer of the Gods." You have been warned.
Michael had not expected to see his younger brother there in the field, and from the look on Lucifer's face, he had not either. The light from the moon casted shadows across Lucifer's face, giving him a ghostly appearance that made Michael frown as his eyes met the gaze of his brother. The field was where Michael had been coming every so often just to think, a place away from his responsibilities as 'big brother.' Normally, he could hear the soft sounds of his Father's creations singing in the night, but tonight there was none, nothing of the sort. And if there was one thing that made Michael even more wary of his little brother, it was the fact that they both appeared to be alone, but there was an uneasy feeling in the pit of Michael's stomach. They weren't as alone as he though but there was no way to tell, whoever it was, was too far away for him to tell.
"What are you doing here Lucif
Silver Wings -SamCastiel- Ch2Sam's eyes opened several hours later to the sounds of gunfire. Under any other circumstance, he would have jumped right from bed, ready to engage in a fight, but Sam could tell that the gunfire wasn't in the room. It was too quiet, and as he gazed lazily towards the TV saw whatever movie Dean had left, and picked up the lingering smell of cheeseburgers. How long had he been asleep? Sam rubbed at his eyes as he sat up, glancing around. Dean was asleep in his own bed, and the angel was nowhere to be found. Sam found the remote and shut off the tv. His body ached as he forced himself to stand and, after grabbing something to wear after his shower, made his way into the bathroom, turning on the water to hot. His fingers brushed over his lips, wondering if the soft kiss Cas had given him was nothing more than a dream. Sam hoped that it wasn't as he took off his clothes and unwrapped his wound
Addiction -Sam and Dean-
His hands were shaking, he couldn't see straight; he needed it so badly but he was out, and there was nothing he could do about it. He, Sam Winchester, was not about to ask Dean for help, not after what happened before with his brother. In the back of his mind he knew that Dean could see what was going on, that he was recognizing the signs what with Dean hovering over him with worry and a small hint of fear dancing in his eyes. It was the fear that hurt Sam the most, even if it was simply Dean fearing for his little brother.
Yet as he sat there alone a panic was fluttering through Sam, he could vividly remember what happened last time that he had gone through something like this and it had been anything but pleasant. It had been a week since he last had some and Sam was not looking forward to what would come if he did not get his fix, his need satisfied soon. Each time he thought about what he needed it felt as if he was betraying the trust that Dean had in him, as if each thought was
Poetic PsychosisIn thirty seconds, the next shell would fall. Every night was the same, but every night Lorenzo experienced it as if it were the first time. His throat felt swollen; breathing was hard. He glanced around at the others; young men like him who had been shipped out in the name of honour and freedom. There was no honour in this, no freedom. Only death behind your eyelids, and a fear so gutting, that it carved out your innards and left you a hollow husk. Lorenzo tried to breathe, tried to assure himself that he was still whole, still made of flesh. They had lied when they told him he was ready.
Matteo ran towards him, arms out, rifle swinging uselessly at his side. He shouted for him to run, but Lorenzo remained motionless, unable to move as his friend’s warning was lost in the constant blare of gunfire. None of them were ready.
“The cycle is repeating. It is not safe.” The voice was soft and weak, yet it carried over the gunfire and battle cries without impediment.
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