A companion piece to: Castiel and Little!Dean
Since I’m on a wing kick lately I thought… what the hell? And decided to draw Little!Sam with my favorite Archangel~ I was nervous about drawing so many wings but I think they turned out okay.
On the morning of May second, Sam wakes up groggy and feverish- and completely out of it, until he realizes what day it is and snaps himself into focus a bit. Looking at the clock- it’s early enough for Dean to still probably be in bed- he mutters, maybe a little delirious, to himself, “Happy birthday, Sam,” and stomps out of his room to see if it’s here yet.
A little startled when he sees Castiel perched at the table in the library, Sam recovers quickly, last night coming back to him. “Morning,” he grunts, and Cas’s eyes fix in on him.
“Yes,” he says. “It is.” Laughing just enough to reassure himself that he really is feeling healthier, Sam heads for the front door, earning himself a bemused look from the angel at the table. “Where are you going?”
“Just checking the mail,” he says vaguely, twisting the knob and popping his head outside, then walking all the way out. A moment later, he’s back, carrying a white pastry box and wearing a small smile. “I don’t know how he does it,” he mutters, again to himself, setting the box down on the counter.
“What is it?” Cas asks, inclining his head to get a look at what Sam’s brought in. Sam pops off the top and reaches a finger down, collecting a gob of icing and licking it off like a kid.
“My cake,” he says, turning the box towards Cas to show him the frosting flourishes, the words “Happy Birthday Sam” spelled out in green. “It’s- well, every year since Gabriel died, I’ve gotten a cake on my birthday.” Looking down at the treat, he amends, “Well, except last year. Amelia got me one- it was like he knew…”
“How are you sure it’s from Gabriel?” asks Cas, coming to stand beside Sam. Almost rolling his eyes, Sam extracts the card from inside the cover of the case.
“‘Happy Birthday Samsquatch. 30 years and nine months ago today, your parents had sex.’”
“That… that does sound like Gabriel,” Cas decides, marveling at the gift from beyond the grave. The craziest part is the idea that Gabriel would plan for after his death. Growing up, Castiel had always seen the archangel as invincible.
Then again, there’s a lot Castiel had thought growing up that turned out not to be true.
“You want a slice?” says Sam, whipping out a knife and sliding it towards the cake. Cas nods, and Sam rips into his birthday cake with a grin on his weary face.
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And Sam’s got his back arched, his eyes closed, one hand fisted in the sheets beside him and the other wrapped ‘round the thick, heavy base of his cock- stroking up, slow, to the precome leaking tip and circling his palm over the head, his mouth open and neck stretched out, gasping out and groaning low.
He shifts back on the bed, lets his legs fall open a little wider, the hand in the sheets moving to cup his balls. heavy, the hand on his cock speeding up a little- short little tugs to keep him on edge and his voice breaks to the sound of Gabriel’s name.
And Sam squeezes his eyes shut tighter, searches for the memories of the archangel kneeling between his legs, that hot, wet, smirking mouth stretched wide around his cock and taking him to the back of his throat- so easy, his cheeks hollowed out with every wet suck and his golden eyes locked onto Sam’s face, eyebrow raised, smiling even around the thick swell of Sam’s cock.
Sam groans, arches his back a little more and thrusts into the tight circle of his fist, not nearly as wet and perfect as Gabriel’s mouth- but enough for now.
The bed dips and Sam’s hand stills, tightens, and he opens his eyes- black-blown with pupils wide, “Fuck Sammy,” and Gabriel’s so real and so close, cheeks flushed, licking his lips slow, “I could hear you getting off to me halfway around the world.”
And Sam smiles, reaches out to grab Gabriel by the shirt to pull him closer, their lips meeting in the middle, opening for each other, and Gabriel breathes into Sam’s mouth, a shaky exhale before crawling over the hunters body- his fingers curling over Sam’s around the heat of his cock.
| A gift from the smut fairy: "Don't stop!" Gabriel groans as Sam's mouth leaves his cock, tugging on his restraints as his hips surge forwards. Sam leans back though, and gets on his knees, smiling as he surveys his willing captive. "You're so gorgeous like this," he says, ghosting his hands along Gabe's thighs, and even that gentle touch is electric when Gabe is this close to the edge. [1/2] | ||
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[2/2] Sam watches as he shakes, his muscles no longer his to control. He runs his hands up Gabe’s legs, but elicits another moan as his grip settles on the hips without moving inwards. Sam’s eyes go wide. “I could watch this all night.” Gabe sighs and lets his head fall back against the pillow as Sam’s hand wraps carefully around him once more, almost too much but still not nearly enough.
Oh my fucking God… BLESS YOU. ♥ ♥ ♥
