“ ‘Lesbian bitches’? Honestly if I was, *while pointing at Lili*, look at this beauty!! I would be so lucky.”- Madelaine
“I remember meeting Lili Reinhart at the airport. I met her once before, but now she’s my best friend. I live with her. We can talk about my relationships or personal lives or whatever and I feel like she’s always got my back”- Mads Glamour magazine interview
Cas carded his fingers through Sam’s silky brown strands, gently, carefully to not wake the younger man. Sam is on top of Cas, face pushed into his neck, and long limbs tying him to the bed. He’s heavy and far too tall for either of them to be comfortable in this position, yet somehow Cas doesn’t mind. Neither does Sam seem to, with his steady breaths and content nuzzling.
A huff of breath leaves Sam’s lips, tickling the skin on the side of Cas’ neck, as he cuddles closer. And Cas hugs him tighter, trying to memorize, with his fading memory, the planes of Sam’s body, the warmth, the weight, the fragrance unique to only to his lover. There’s too much, and not enough all at once.
It’s not often that they get to have this gentle, slow, domesticity. There’s never time, never a minute to take a breath, to exchange more than brief hugs and kisses, never enough for the both of them. Cas moves to stroke Sam’s forehead peaking through the curtain of hair. Maybe this relationships was meant to be this way, it was after all started between gasping breaths and rivulets of blood and frantic prayers to a God neither of them trusted.
That’s not how he wants it to end, it’s not what he wants for the present. But nothing lays in his hands anymore, nothing lays in the hands of has been angel. He could never be what he once was.
A low sigh escapes, and Cas closes his eyes, moving his hand to clasp the other around Sam’s back.
“Go to sleep.” Cas startles, and looks down to find hazel eyes looking back at him. “Go to sleep, Cas. It’s late.”
Fondness seeps through Cas’ body, and he nods pressing a light kiss to Sam’s forehead.
18.
Kisses because I missed you and you really shouldn’t stay away so long
Sam had spent the majority of the time Cas had been in New York telling himself that he didn’t miss Cas and that it wouldn’t be long before he was home again. Hell, they’d skyped the night before.
Sam pulled up outside of the airport, idling in the pick up lane and waited. Cas’ flight had landed fifteen minutes ago so he should be out shortly.
The automatic doors opened and Sam glanced out the wing mirror to see if he could spot him. He shouldn’t be hard to miss with his unruly hair and tan trench coat.
He spotted him. Before he even realised what he was doing, he was out the car and pulling Cas into a hug.
“Hello, Sam,” Cas said, awkwardly tapping on Sam’s back.
“Cas,” Sam pulled back before cupping Cas’ face in his big hands. Cas smiled at him, is big goofy smile he saved for Sam only.
Sam dipped down then, soft lips meshing together. Three weeks. He’d missed this so much. There was only so much a grainy image from a webcam could give them and kissing Cas in the flesh was so so so much better than a blow kiss. It was warm and meaningful and so full of everything. He missed how Cas’ arms looped round his waist and pulled him close, how Cas’ lashes fluttered ever so slightly as they kissed.
Moments before they pulled apart they opened their eyes, hazel to blue, fire to ice. They smiled, drawing each other in closer, impossibly close.
“We should probably get in the car,” Cas whispered, breath against Sam’s neck.
Sam huffed a laugh, he’d forgotten they were in the middle of the walkway, he didn’t care what people thought, they were still taking up space though.
