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Sam and Castiel were quietly fighting.
It was something about a demon, Sam wanting to be respectful and Castiel wanting to be done with the mission.
It was resolved, but that didn't matter though, because Castiel began to get physical about it.
It started off early in the morning, Dean ‘helping’ Sam research after a night of insomnia, which mostly consisted of Dean playing computer games.
Castiel appeared. It had been a minute and they needed him, is what Sam said.
Castiel brushed it off and headed to look for a book in the library, roughly bumping into Sam. He had to step back to hold his balance. Sam threw a glare over, but Castiel didn't respond.
Dean glanced up from his game, sassy, he said.
Throughout the day Castiel would appear more often and in shorter instances, leaving a passive aggressive hit on Sam each time. Usually bumps, but with the last one being a harsh pat on the back before disappearing, Sam felt a little in danger.
Late at night, while he was still researching, Sam felt a whish of wind behind him, and he didn't feel like making an acknowledgement.
Castiel walked up and closed the laptop over his hands, not too hard but enough to be annoying.
Sam looked up, and had to hold himself back.
“Why are you acting like a jackass?” Sam huffed.
“I like how you react to it.”
Sam paused.
“You like this too, don't you?”
Sam stilled.
Castiel grabbed sams chin, turning his face towards him.
“Look at me” Castiel said.
Sam almost couldn't.
“Open”
He opened his mouth, jaw quivering and unable to quit.
Sam didn't know what to think. He felt disgusted with himself for not doing anything to stop this. He tried his best to hold eye contact but had to look away.
The hand let go, then slapped him hard on his left cheek.
“Mphf-” Sam tried to feel his face.
Another slap, then a rough grab of his face, slightly shaking it around.
“You will do what I say when I say it, got that?”
“Yes Cas-Castiel, okay.” Sam said, suddenly out of breath.
“I know what you are thinking, call me what you want to.” Cas demanded, roughly pulling him closer.
“Yes okay.”
“Say it.” He growled.
“Yes sir.”
Cas attempted a smile, ”Good. Now open.”
Sam opened his mouth for Castiel to then spit into. The man's eyes widened, but he held it in his mouth.
Castiel leaned down and kissed him hard. Teeth clicking and Castiel's tongue sliding into Sam's mouth. His hand moved lower to Sam's neck and he pulled him upwards into the kiss.
Sam tried to keep himself up against the table, but castiel kept pulling at him, and due to his height, it wasn't easy to stand up straight.
It was a lot of shifting and pushing, until Castiel bit Sam's lip hard enough to bleed. Sam pulled back and checked the damage by wiping it.
“Fuck.” Sam sighed.
Breathing heavily. Sam leaned against the table and kept himself there.
For a minute they stayed there, Castiel staring holes into Sam's head.
Castiel eventually lost his patience, feeling Sam up and down his chest, leaving him shuddering. Sam couldn't think, couldn't do anything except think about what's to come.
“My room, p-please.”
They left for the room, and when they entered, Castiel grabbed the man with as much force as he could, pushing him onto the bed.
Sam sat, hair ruffled and eyes glazed over, in awe at what was in front of him, the angel pulling down his pants to reveal his dick.
Sam sat up quickly, waiting for his next order. He looked up.
Castiel's eyes looked completely different this time, and Sam knew he couldn't go back.
Castiel jerked himself off,“Sam tonight you will do things for me, some things you will hurt and some will feel pleasurable.”
Sam nodded.
“To you, both things will be pleasurable.”
Sam whined as quietly as he could.
“Sam, I need you to be honest with me.” Castiel held the man's cheek with his available hand.
“Yes..?” He asked hesitantly.
“Do you want this?”
“Yes, fuck.” He breathed.
“Good, now open.”
Sam opened to suck in Castiel's cock. Tentative on the tip, licking with a wet tongue and then sucking in with his lips. Castiel groaned.
Sam was focusing on the feeling of it more than how it looked, so he had his eyes shut hard. It was new and salty, but not bad at all.
The angel softly threaded his hands through the mans hair, coaxing him into it deeper and deeper. Sam knew to breathe through his nose, and when Castiel pushed him down onto his dick, he welcomed it.
Sam was deepthroating quickly, sticking out his tongue to get his dick down deeper into his throat. Sam felt more than that though, as Castiel noticed his temperature was raised and he was grinding into the angels leg.
Sam was incredibly beautiful. The raw picture of him being so needy for his cock was something Castiel knew he would lock away and keep safe. His long hair a mess, lips red and covered in drool and precum, and his delicate way of holding cas. It was very feminine for the man.
He was honestly feminine in general. It suited him.
“So pretty.” He slurred. Castiel thought hard on whether he should say his next few words, and said it anyway."You'd make such a pretty girl, you know that?”
Sam immediately moaned on Castiel's cock at the statement.
He paused, felt himself grow hotter, and looked the angel in the eyes.
Castiel pulled him off. Stroking his hands through the others hair, until Sam pulled them away. Sam stared back at him, attempting to begin a response but just ended up stuttering. Castiel leaned down. “You want to be a girl?”
Sam scootched backwards on the bed, with Castiel following.
Leaning down,
then kneeling on the bed,
and then crawling towards Sam, until he sat, knees on the outsides of Sam's thighs.
“Look at me”
Sam tried to, with teary eyes, and looked at him.
The angel put his hands on the locks of hair in front of him. “You know I’ll be okay with it.”
Sam sniffled,” Yes.”
Cas continued petting. “You can be a girl, you want me to call you a girl?”
Sam was delirious at this point. “Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes sir.” She said.