#mamstiel

Mild AU. 

Sam opens the door and immediately feels the crackling air of the house, a sure sign that he was about to see them at any moment. 

There they are, Sam thinks as the swirling black smoke shoots past him, quickly followed by a the light swirl of Grace that ruffles Sam’s hair as it flies by. The light and smoke chase and swirl around each other, colliding in flashes before chasing each other once more around the house. Sam lets them be and wanders into the kitchen to see if the leftovers in the fridge still are acceptable as today’s dinner. He hears a soft thunk upstairs. Someone must have been careless in their chase to get to the other.

As Sam eats they fly into the kitchen, taking care not to hit him in their chase but both take an extra round to ruffle affectionately through his hair. Sam smiles as they once more shoot off into the hallway. It’s what they do sometimes, Castiel and Meg, playfighting like this around the house when the itch to use their strenght makes them restless. When Sam is done eating he goes upstairs to their bedroom. When they notice where he is going, the smoke and Grace stop their wrestling and rub against him gently as they pass him up the stairs. When he gets to the bedroom, he finds the ruffled human forms of his lovers on the bed. They’ve switched to a more recognizable form of wrestling now as Castiel lets Meg pin him down far too easy so she can give him a deep kiss.

“Worn each other out yet?” Sam asks as he takes a few steps towards the bed, but before he reaches it, both the angel and the demon turn their eyes to him and grin.

“Not yet,” Meg says with confidence as she climbs off Castiel who quickly follows her over to Sam.

this is meg/sam/cas, ok, and for anyone confused, it’s based off this~ this fic makes absolutely no sense though, so whatever, i just felt like writing it~ i kind of like this verse??????? let me know how you feel about it.

From many years personal experience, Sam knows that the man standing before him is a demon; he doesn’t even need to see the black eyes.

“So, which one’a you’s the whore? I reckon it’s pretty boy over here. He looks like a big puppy trailing along after his masters, willing to give Heaven and Hell anything they want.” He licks his lips as his eyes trail up and down Sam’s body. Cas is quick to pull Sam behind him, though significantly smaller than Sam he is, his light and wingspan more than make up for it. “The things your big brother has planned for you, boy…you’ll be begging for death.

“But you,” he says to Meg, an ugly smirk curling his lips. “It could just as well be you. You always were Hell’s slut, weren’t you? Couldn’t get enough, could you? Needed a taste of Heaven and tainted human flesh. Wouldn’t your daddy be proud.”

Sam also knows that one of his two supernatural lovers is going to blow their top in a matter of seconds. As much as Sam can actually handle himself, the two on either side of him will do it for him; they protect him before he can even get a word in. Every time.

But what he needs is to talk this scum down and keep Meg from killing him. The last thing they need is Dean on their heels. Again. They just lost him again. If one of them spills even a drop of this demon’s blood, Dean will find them.

They also learned that from personal experience.

Ever since the King of Hell took Dean as his Knight, Dean’s been insufferable. He’s hard to shake, and Sam’s still unwilling to let his brother die. The demon and angel walking with him know that; they won’t touch Dean. They’re willing to find a cure to get rid of the Mark that’s turned his older brother into a demon.

Crowley and Dean send demons after them left and right. Mainly, they just stay back. They watch them from afar until Meg or Cas slips away for a short period to send them back to their King with a message. Not necessarily a nice message, Sam had had the pleasure of seeing once, but a message nonetheless.

From what they gather, Dean is recruiting knights. He wants a force to command. He wants to be in power, but he doesn’t want powerless grunts. He wants the best of the best. The demons he sends after Sam, Meg, and Cas are a test. He wants Sam brought back to him. He wants to take Sam away from the angel and demon sitting on each of his shoulders and claim him as his own again.

He wants Sam mindlessly addicted to demon blood; to Dean’s blood.

The first demon to bring Sam back – Dean prefers completely unscathed, but he’ll take what he can get if it means having his little brother back – gets to be Dean’s second in command. If Hell had a newspaper, Sam figures it would be on the front page everyday until he’s captured. And then it will be all about Sam having been captured.

He doesn’t want to find out.

“Excuse me?” Meg asks, but surprisingly she’s not moving. Sam’s exerting no strength holding onto her shoulder because she’s not pushing him back. She’s small, but not a force to be reckoned with. She’s got a wicked smile and a mean punch. “My daddy would rip you limb from limb and let you live through it all until you died from the pain to hear you talk like that about me.” Her voice is calm and cool, but if Sam could see her true face, he imagines he’d see fire. “But I don’t like the way you’re talking about my sunflower here.”

Sam makes a mistake then. He turns away from the demon to look at Meg; he watches as she raises an amused eyebrow, one corner of her lips lifting into a smirk.

“I don’t think feathers likes it either, do you, Clarence?”

Sam’s too slow to turn, couldn’t move quick enough to grab onto Cas’ shoulder to pull him back. He watches in absolute horror and utter disdain as Castiel punches the demon right under the chin, sending his head back and his feet off the ground. But Cas doesn’t stop there; he uses his other hand to grab the lapels of the demon’s jacket to pull him back.

“Never,” he growls in a voice Sam has never heard before in the years he’s known the angel, “Speak of these two in that manner again.” He drags him close so they’re eye to eye, the man’s legs bent awkwardly, their noses almost touching. “I’d say to send your knight a message, but you won’t be around long enough. We’ll see him sooner than you.”

With the hand that would be broken had Castiel not been an angel, he covers the demon’s face. His palm glows like fire and a bright, white light bursts from it and right through the demon. He burns the demon right out of the body it was possessing until it’s nothing but a shell, eyes burnt out, black, and smoking. He drops it to the ground in a heap of singed flesh, and turns around to face Meg and Sam.

“Clarence,” Meg breathes, voice nothing but a husky whisper from behind Sam. “You know just how to turn on a lady, don’t you? Makin’ me all tingly.”

Mam???

Mamstiel = Meg/Sam/Castiel

Because Cas and Meg were on their way to something great (they could have been the greatest power couple, both becoming more human but still being angel/demon, they both changed each other), I really like Sam and Castiel together and this way I can have both of them happening at once. And when that happens, Meg and Sam could find something too. Meg, had she lived longer, could have become a great ally and if Cas had them both they might fall for each other, too. I like to think the three of them could have had some great dynamics.

Mamstiel (Meg/Sam/Cas) for etherealsammy

It’d been a long hunt with Dean and when Sam arrived back at the Bunker he immediately went to the room he shared with his lovers. The room was dark and empty - Meg and Castiel were still out on the other hunt, though they’d called earlier and told him they‘d cleared out the vampire nest. It had been more efficient to split up, easier to cover more hunts and save more lives, but Sam still missed his lovers.

Body demanding rest, Sam quickly undressed and threw himself in the middle of the giant bed, curling the blankets tightly around him and ignoring how empty the room felt.

He barely slept an hour before he woke up, blinking slowly at the dark room. His body was sore and dirty - he should have taken a shower - but he couldn’t pinpoint what woke him up until he felt something shift above him, fingers carding through his hair. It took him a few seconds to gather his sleep-riddled mind and realize it was Meg’s hand.

“Hey,” he whispered, leaning into the touch when the hand moved down to his face. He could barely make out Meg’s smile in the dark room.

“Did you miss us?” she said as the door to the bathroom opened and Castiel emerged clad  in boxers and rubbing his face with a towel. He sat down on the bed and Sam immediately scooted closer to him, curling his hand around Cas’. 

“Yeah,” Sam answered quietly and felt Meg settle in beside him. He rolled over and kissed her forehead. Usually Meg didn’t go for cuddling and liked to sleep with some space around herself, so Sam rolled back over to find an arm slung over him and grabbing Meg’s hand so their fingers were laced together over Sam’s stomach. Sam buried his face in Cas’ neck and whispered, “Rough hunt?”

“Nothing we couldn’t handle, Castiel replied, and then: “We’ll talk in the morning. We woke you up, you must be tired.”

Sam hummed. “Didn’t like sleeping in here without you two,” he mumbled.

they leave him be until one day he is so tired he's practically falling asleep in class, and they notice how skinny he has gotten and they do an intervention and rescue him from his crap family before they can kill him.

and they work on healing him. getting him thinking straight. walking  with his head held high. smiling. little kisses and lots of snuggling. eventually they help him get emancipated and he moves into  their tiny cabin, and they help him heal. he has nightmares occasionally, but they all always dispersed but megs soft yet cynical voice whispering into his ear they aren't real. that if what he was seeing was real their wouldn't be green bunnies hopping on the floor.

A quiet, content hum passed Sam's lips as he glanced back down at the two. He had fallen asleep with one arm functioning as Castiel's pillow, the rest of it lying on his shoulder and his hand gently resting on the angel's chest. Meg had sprawled herself across the two-- Sam, mostly-- and rested her head between Castiel's head and Sam's neck. For his part, Cas was sitting curled up on his legs and his lips landed sweetly on the top of Meg's head.

Sam smiled as he gazed on the two fondly, absently bringing up his free hand to stroke Meg's dark locks. He couldn't believe it. Despite all the darkness, all the struggles, they were together.

Sensing Sam stirring beside him, Cas raised his head slowly and looked up at the man, eyes bleary.

“Sam? What's going on?”

“Oh, nothing Cas. Just thinking how lucky I am to have you two.”

“We're both more than happy to be with you, Sam--”

"Mmm, boys," Meg mumbled sleepily, eyes shut, snuggling even closer against the two, "Go back to sleep. It's too early."

Sam chuckled softly as he and Cas both acquiesced, curling back into each other and letting the soft warmth draw them back to sleep.

No one-- human, angel, or demon-- would ever take Dean's place in Sam's heart. But with Castiel and Meg?