Sam’s allergic to pumpkin and Benny finds out the hard way—with Sam’s throat swollen and him having trouble breathing for a while, hives breaking out across his skin because he didn’t check what Benny was feeding him—so Benny spends the entire autumn complaining about the prevalence of Pumpkin and looking up alternative recipes.
John really shouldn’t drink to much when he goes on the pull. One day he might wake up to a surprise.
I’ll tell you a secret. The way to lie convincingly is never make something up. Just tell a different truth.
Cas kisses down Sam’s spine, his hands reaching for Sam’s, holding them, reassuring him that Cas is here, with him, not letting go, and Cas takes the opportunity to kiss every inch he can reach, to whisper against Sam’s skin, to remind Sam of how much he is loved.
Cas is relieved that, for once, he doesn’t have to tell Sam to go to sleep. Although he would have preferred for Sam to have made it to bed, first.
He’s using a book as a pillow, his hair a mess over the pages as he snores softly. Cas wonders how long he’s been like this.
"Sam," he says quietly. "Sam, wake up."
Sam stirs, blinks his eyes open, and focuses on Cas. “Mmm?”
"You need to come to bed," Cas explains.
Sam groans but seems to acquiesce. He starts to get up, and Cas wraps his arms around Sam.
"Let me help," he says. "You’re tired."
Sam makes a noise of agreement so Cas leads him down the hall, closes their bedroom door and tugs at Sam’s clothes, leaving him in just his underwear and his clothes in a pile on the floor.
Sam doesn’t need further guidance, just falls into the bed and makes a half-hearted attempt to pull the blankets over himself. Cas steps in to help out, making sure Sam is well covered and warm.
He presses a kiss to Sam’s forehead and then goes to pick up the clothes, shrug off his own and fold them and set them aside.
Sam’s already asleep when Cas makes it back to bed. He slides in behind Sam and Sam instinctively moves closer. Cas smiles and kisses the back of his neck, once, twice, before burrowing his face into the space between neck and shoulder and closing his eyes, letting himself drift in the warmth and scent and feel of Sam until morning.
Castiel taking Sam on lots of dates, even if it’s just a walk in the evening or stargazing just beyond the edge of town, making sure that Sam gets to feel that same sense of magic and warmth Cas gets every time Sam looks at him, making him feel special and loved and above all, worthy of such attention.
Dean can spot an undercover cop at thirty paces, a hooker at twenty, and rims that will match his baby’s at ten. But the fact that his little brother is in love with him—that, he can’t see worth a damn.
this certainly did not start off like this. I swear they were meant to be hugging. Obviously, it’s getting late and I need sleep.
i’ve never drawn stuff like this before :O so how i managed it on ms paint is a wonder, even to me.
(nell, if you see this, it’s not part of our red pants notes competition so just ignore the notes. i’m just doodling)
Cas using his Grace when he rubs Sam’s shoulder so that even through his suit jacket it feels like skin on skin, kissing the back of Sam’s head before resuming his place at the other side of the library table, Sam smiling as he returns to his research.
Castiel buying Sam solid colored shirts because he thinks Sam looks lovely in them as opposed to plaid, lots of earth tones and darks that bring out the color of his eyes and some are a size too big but Sam loves them anyway, letting Cas keep a couple of the too big ones after he’s worn them a few times so that Cas can sleep in them and be doubly wrapped up by Sam.