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sam leaned his head against the harsh metal wall, resulting in a loud enough bang for castiel to flinch. he watched the taller man's chest rise and fall in quickening breaths through the hole in the door. part of him felt nauseous, the human part of him. the other part wanted not to care, but his human counterpart can't help but take over.
gently swinging the door open, he stood there, feeling way more vulnerable than he should. he stared at sam with a glare that could kill the average man.
sam tilted his head forward at the sound of the door slamming shut behind the angel, tears streaking down his face that he wiped quickly. despite what castiel has seen him go through, his own tears still embarrass him in the presence of god’s heavensent creation.
“please, let me out, cas. i can't take this anymore.” his words were slurred with quick breaths in between his pauses. he was miserable. demon blood detox always forced him to go lower than his worst, it wasn't easy to watch.
castiel moved closer to the seated man without any words, no reaction to his pleads. sam’s pupils were blown wide, castiel struggled to find the color. he crouched down to get a better look at him and a deeper view into his state. typically, he wasn't a gentle being. he didn't understand the act of gentleness whenever being blunt was right here… yet, he found himself running his fingers through sam’s hair.
sam’s breath hitched as he leaned into castiel’s touch. this was the last thing he expected. castiel’s hands were rough, calloused from his grip on his angel blade throughout the years he's spent with the boys. sam’s eyes fell shut as his touch grew frequent. the two stayed like this for a few minutes. sam could feel the tears coming back up. he turned his head to the side so castiel wouldn't see them fall from the corners of his eyes, but instead he received a sharp tug back.
“i have an idea. do not question my actions.” the hand fell from sam’s hair quickly, earning a small noise of disappointment from him. he watched as the angel stood back up while reaching into his coat pocket. he pulled out a small blade. it was odd seeing castiel carry a different weapon that wasn't his angel blade. a look of confusion washed over sam as castiel began to roll his sleeve up to reveal his wrist.
sam wasn't stupid, he knew how to connect the dots. castiel’s clean wrist and a blade.
“w… what are you d—”
“i said do not question my actions.” his voice pierced through sam’s entire body and he went cold. he knew better than to question castiel’s authority, but his safety was another question.
he watched as the angelic man’s eyes left his. they moved to his wrist, where he brought the blade near. sam didn't know what to do, where to look. he felt paralyzed, his body growing more numb each second.
the blade etched into castiel’s skin slowly. there was no noise coming out of him, not even a twitch in his eye. the only sounds were sam’s heavy breathing, and skin tearing.
blood began to quickly pour out of his wrist, quicker than it should. he hit a vein. had it been on purpose? was this meant to be a sort of threat? what were the intentions of this all?
sam’s mind went quiet whenever castiel got low next to him once again. he leaned close to his ear, warm breath nipping at him. he brought his arm up for sam to hold onto.
“drink.”
he didn't have words to express how he felt in the moment, how fast his heart was racing, how red his cheeks were. an angel of the lord was in front of him offering him his blood.
he wanted to hesitate, he wanted to flinch, he wanted to run, he wanted to say no. but he didn't. his hands gripped hard onto castiel’s arm as his mouth attached onto the cut. his tongue exploring just how deep it truly went. blood coated his lips, down his throat. it was warmer, denser, more intoxicating. the more he drank, the more high he felt. it wouldn't stop pooling all over his tongue. it burned like he was 8 glasses deep in wine with each hard swallow. he was drooling castiel’s blood all over himself. a soft whimper escaped from the angel, causing sam to look up at him, still attached to his wrist. the shorter man’s eyes were wide and his cheeks were flushed in a shade of red no woman's blush could capture. was he… enjoying this?
the two made eye contact, both heart rates spiking. castiel swore he could feel it in his ears. they throbbed with an emotion he'd never experienced before. he half loved and half hated this about humans; how they feel. he wanted to fall to his knees. sam’s tongue slipped into the cut, licking deeper. a full moan fell from castiel, a sound he couldn't believe he was capable of making.
sam loved castiel’s lack of human understanding. this meant he didn't understand the need to break their intense eye contact. the tension only grew thicker as he completely cleaned out the angel’s wound. the blood pooling slowed as his lips disconnected, leaving a small string of saliva between castiel’s wrist and sam’s mouth. he felt drunk, high, nauseous, and like a school girl with a crush all at once. he wanted to run to a journal and write ‘dear diary’.
no more words were exchanged between the two. castiel brushed sam’s hair out of his face before standing up. he pulled a small roll of hospital gauze from another pocket and neatly wrapped the cut, which had mostly stopped bleeding now. he gave sam one more deep look, staring at the blood around his mouth, the drool dripping down his chin that was stained red.
he took a few steps backwards. he wished he could take a photograph of sam like this. the taller tilted his head back again, licking at the blood around his lips.
when he looked back down to speak to castiel, he was gone.