#batmansammy

omg that is an excellent question.. i have thought way too much about this… i’ll just tell you the ones I’ve thought about in depth… I’m doing this by the terms of how they introduce themselves in my mind.

SPN-Sam Winchester: panromantic demisexual (or asexual, not sure)-Dean Winchester: heterosexual-Castiel: doesn’t really assign labels to himself (he doesn’t see the point) (basically he leaves his options open)

OUAT-Emma Swan: bisexual

LOTR-Aragorn: bisexual

PSYCH-Shawn Spencer: bisexual-Burton Guster: heterosexual

MARVEL:-Steve Rogers: bisexual

Cas thought it was gonna be fun to play so called 'strip basketball' 

It was fun until he missed the ring and Sam laughed amused from the top of his lungs 'Aaand the underwear hits the floor'

'What... no' Cas crossed his arms over his chest and squeezed his lips.

'Rules are rules, Cas, you lost you have to take off the last gear.' Sam held the ball under his arm, trapped to his side.

'It wasn't fair' Cas insisted and a grey cloud formed above his head, brows locking in an angry expression. 'You are taller, you know how to play, i'm shorter and just now learning how to play that damn sport. It's not fair and i'm not stripping' he repeated, stressing on every word and turning back on Sam. 'I don't want to play such 'games' with you anymore.'  

Sam smashed the basketball on the ground and it jumped over Cas's head, who froze at his spot and eyes went wide. He thought he might angered Sam, and he didn't expect such reaction. He was scared to turn around. May be it was really important that he had to strip, and he hooked shaky fingers to his underwear to do as he was told. 

'It's okay, i'm just messing with you' Sam's deep, suddenly low voice came right to Cas' ear and he pricked goosebumps all over his naked skin. Sam's hands carefully slid over Cas's hands to move them from his underwear. 'I would never force you do something you don't want to' Sam added as Cas was trying to exhale. 

'Wanna cool down a bit with a smoothy? My treat.' Sam brushed lips over the top of Cas' ear and pulled back as quietly as he had approached. 

The following fic idea and the ART above are huge credit to sam-cas-untold-lovestory. I only wrote the fic. Enojoy!

7 months he kept repeating himself that he was going to come back. Any day now, Cas was going to come back to him. And it was okay at first.

12 months passed and Sam doubted if Cas was going to come back.

It was over a year and there was not even a sign from him. Where was he?

15 months passed and Sam woke up with the thought that Castiel won’t come back. Cas was gone.

Sam couldn’t lift himself off the bed for the next mornings. The hole in his chest was so big, making it difficult for him to think or breathe right. He barely cared about the things around him. The time was slipping through his fingers and he was waiting and waiting to feel better, but it just wouldn’t happen. He had Cas for a matter for few months. There was so much to share with him. They barely kissed for a first time a month after Cas agreed to be his significant other. They even moved in one room, and tried to have a normal healthy relationship but it just never got far enough because Cas disappeared while on a case, because that’s how he was going to protect both Sam and Dean. At first he sent messages that he was okay and he would be back when it’s safe. But after time there was not even a slight sign he was somewhere out there, still alive.

Sam tried to convince himself that Castiel had run on purpose. Because he was weak to handle a relationship with him and he didn’t want to tell it straight to Sam. Sam tried to hate on him for leaving him like that, but it just wouldn’t work because Cas proved so many times that he cared for Sam. The moment before he disappeared he had cupped Sam’s face with watery eyes and had said ‘I love you, Sam. I love you’ pointing out every word and sealing their trembling lips together. Sam had to know that this kiss was goodbye. It was desperate, shaky, loving, promising… broken… different. Once he realized that after so many months, it punched a hole through his chest.

He didn’t know if he was still in this world. It all felt so heavy and different. His brain needed too much time to understand. If the mornings seemed good and promising, the evenings felt heavy, empty, worthless. Once Sam grabbed the razor and thought to try to ‘wake’ himself up, but looking down at his arm, the wrist, up to the opposite of his elbow, up to his shoulder, he remembered Castiel’s fingers running there so gently and soft and Sam couldn’t break that memory with blood and ugly scars. But it was painful to remember. It was all over him and he wanted to sooth it. Wanted Cas to touch him and sooth him.

He needed some sort of pain to keep him down to earth and ‘awake’. Self harm wasn’t an option. So he thought of one thing.

He started out with something simple. Cas’ initials above his left collar bone. Cas loved to kiss that spot and he would always mark it with love bites so it was perfect spot. That’s the first tattoo he got. When it was done and healed after few days, he looked in the mirror and slid fingers over it and for a first time he smiled. It was tired, sad smile, but it was still a smile.

Sam was starting his days with a cup of hot coffee one spoon sugar and a cigarette. Yes, he started smoking as well, but no more than 2-3 smokes a day. And he wasn’t getting to feel better. Every second week he was adding something new on his body. After the first tattoo he went to pierce his brow, putting a silver spike on it. He needed the pain to keep him thinking, ‘awake’, down to earth. That’s why he decided to start a really big tattoo on his upper back, between his shoulder blades and over the shoulders – a pair of wings. He created his own style including how he imagined Cas’ wings and went to tattoo them. It took 2 weeks to be finished. He wanted the pain of them, the burn on his skin. He was sleeping on his stomach those two weeks and it almost felt like Cas was there, protecting him with his wings.

He started smoking more. He pierced his bottom lip. He turned his smooth skin into a canvas for tattoos. There were so many big and little ones on every part of him. Enochian sigils, quotes from books that reminded of Castiel, words that Cas himself had told Sam. On his left upper arm he tattooed a praying woman holding a necklace that ended with a little tablet on Sam’s wrist with Castiel’s name on it. It was a reference to his mother and his faith, probably hoping that she could see Castiel somewhere and watch over him if he was still alive. On his right arm he had a lot of black ink – hearts, stars, just filled with black spots that stretched in curling lines towards his chest and down his arm – that was his difficult most desperate time of his life. Around the black there was white ink tattoo of the same things representing the moment Cas came in his life, all his kind words to Sam, the faith the angel had for him. Cas became the light in Sam’s life, pulled him from the darkness.

After time, when there was nothing more he could come up with to tattoo, he needed another way to feel the void. He started smocking a lot more which drove Dean crazy and he tried numerous of times to talk him out of it and try to help him forget. But Sam didn’t want to forget.

He didn’t touch Cas’ stuff. They were not much but they were left the way there were before Cas disappeared. Sam kept sleeping on his own part of the bed, hoping that one morning when he wakes up he will turn around and see Cas sleeping there, on his part, and Sam would kiss the sleepiness off his eyelids, and turn his grumpy sleepy mouth in a smile of bliss. Sam didn’t want to use the entire bed, he didn’t dare to change anything because it would meant he accepted that Cas was gone, that he lost hope and it was going to end him.

  One night he finished the box of cigarettes and got back in the bunker. He was soaked with smoke, barely eaten something during the day and Dean yelled at him, trying to nail some reason in his head. Sam only rose a finger and snarled that Dean didn’t know how it feels and better shut up with the bullshit. It all ended with slamming doors.

Sam left his night lamp on. It was better than the complete darkness. It was another long day no Cas, no nothing that was worth waking up and the following day was going to be same. Seconds after he fell asleep he jumped in the bed.

‘Sam, relax’ a low gravelly voice came somewhere from the side and Sam sat up in the bed.

His breath ceased in his lungs, his eyes gone wide and watery with tears, his heart hammering in his ears. Castiel’s name tumbled over his lips incoherently and breathlessly as if he had forgotten how to pronounce it.

‘I’m back’ Cas whispered with the same wet blue eyes and apologetic look, he haven’t changed even a bit.

Sam almost tripped out of bed and threw himself over Cas, wrapping his long arms around his shoulders, rubbing his back, face buried in his neck, inhaling his light fresh smell, feeling their skins colliding, the radiating warmth spreading through him, exactly how it was before. Cas hugged him back, hand sliding in Sam’s hair and pulling him close to rest on him, soft fingers pressing at Sam’s naked back and he couldn’t help but shudder and prick goosebumps of pleasure.

‘You are here’ he sobbed quietly nuzzling nose in Cas’ neck, moving lips to his jaw and finally settling on Cas trembling lips, hands moving to cup his face. Tears were rolling both their face, mouths lost the sense of kissing right, lips trembling as it afraid not to break the other.

‘I’m so sorry’ Cas sobbed without voice, and just then Sam felt hold difficult it was for him to breathe though he didn’t need it.

‘I thought you’ll never come back’ Sam whispered and lifted Cas head up to look at his eyes.

‘I couldn’t risk… I should have left more messages… Sam forgive me’

‘I do, Cas, I do, I do, just stay with me now and forever, please, never leave again. Together we can fix everything’

After a while they were in the bed, Cas changed in his sleeping pants, sitting between Sam’s legs as they face each other and murmur how much they missed the other, arms wrapped around the other’s body, exchanging soft kisses. At first Sam was ashamed of what he had done with his body and the way Cas was tracing fingers over the tattoos and piercing, studying them quietly, made Sam worried of what would he think about all this. He tried to explain himself but Cas hushed him with a kiss, assuring him not to worry about it. He did it because of Cas and he should not blame himself for that. It was another proof of how much Sam loved him, that he couldn’t live without him. Cas would easily erase them but both decided they could stay.

Each of the gets a half of the bed. And though they fall asleep in each other's arms and the halves don't really matter, for Cas it seems to be a problem. Every night he wakes up Sam to ask him to change places. Or he shifts and puts his pillow where their legs should be and most times Sam turns that way too. But then Cas asks again they change halves and every nights it's non-stopping shifting and Sam barely gets to sleep.

He is not used of having a room and a bed and a man to share it with and he just can't find the most comfortable position, he can't find his place in the picture.

Sam asks him if he wants them move in another room with another bed, or change the matress, or the pillow and Cas says is not that.

And the nights go on and Cas won't let Sam sleep because he keeps shifting all night.

Rule one: always post the rules Rule two: answer the questions the person who tagged you asked and write 11 new ones Rule three: tag 11 people and link them to the post Rule four: actually tell them you tagged them

1. How far is the furthest you’ve been from home and where was it? - The Seaside, Black Sea, The east coast of Bulgaria. I live around 560 kilometers from the seaside and every summer with mom and dad we go to the Black Sea. We travel 6-7 hours by car.

2. What is the grossest thing you’ve ever eaten? - The fatness of a pig cut in cubes with kitchen herbs. I thought it was cheese and put one cube in my mouth and i almost vomited when i realized what i was eating. and most recently some sort of walnuts candies and i almost vomited that too.   

3. Who (on your dash) posts the most interesting things and what are they usually (fics, manips, personal rants, etc)? - that's a tough one... well i follow a lot of blogs and they are all interesting... i personally love few blogs that post fics and drabbles about my otp, i'm not going to tag anyone of those. I love all the people i follow and the things they post. 

4. What is your favorite breakfast food? - Pancakes, and slices of bread dipped into mixture of egg and a little flour and fried in a pan after that. OH AND MOSTLY THE BULGARIAN BANICA!!

5. What is your favorite fandom experience? - I don't know if that counts but last year after we started school i wrote an article about Supernatural and sent it to magazine BRAVO Bulgaria and they posted my article in the magazine. 

6. Is your room a total mess right now? - .... sort-a....

7. What is your favorite movie and why? - No doubt 'The Fifth Element' with Bruce Willis, Gary Oldman, Mila Jovovic... it's one of my childhood movies i used to watch a lot. It impressed me greatly... and it's just when i watch it i feel like a little girl again... i like the characters and the soundtrack, the story, the magic, the representation of the future world. It's part of me in a weird way.

8. Who was your first celebrity crush? - I had a slight crush on Zac Efron... but not that much... My biggest crush was just few years ago over Chris Evans. I was crazy about him and i watched all of his movies. My heart still flutters when i see him. 

9. What were you obsessed with when you were 10 years old? - ... how am i supposed to remember xDDD.... uummm... Cartoon Network i guess... 

10. What is your tumblr talent? reblogging, fangirling, writing, defending, photoshopping, etc.? - Definitely writing, reblogging and defending. Not sending anon hate?? can that count xDD

Thank you. Nice questions <3