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It felt like praying.

Sam knelt on the motel floor. The carpet was threadbare and there was dirt grinding into his knees. Carpet probably hadn't been cleaned since 1976. And Sam was there, kneeling on grim floor, angel in front of him. Castiel was made of energy, the atmosphere felt heavy around his host. How could Sam not kneel in front of him, imagine a rosary around his palm. And Castiel, with eyes that glowed blue, too blue to feel human, was stood. 

The dull motel lamp, on the fritz, blinking every so often, lit up the back of Castiel's head. If it hadn't been for his glowing eyes, Sam might not have seen Castiel's scultped face.

Might not have seen righteous fury. 

"Samuel," Castiel said, and how could you miss the rumble of thunder in his voice. "Oh, Sam, what have you done?"

And with blood running down his chin, what could Sam say. He was a symphony of shaking bones. Shivering under Castiel's watchful eyes. How the angel could pick up on Sam's quickening pulse.

"You know that you're commiting sin?"

Sam nodded. Everything about Ruby was made of sin but Christ she tasted so sweet. Her blood was sweet. And Sam was nothing if not in love with whatever feeling it gave him. With how Ruby made him feel loved, how she picked up the pieces of his dad and Dean and every empty space in his heart.

"Tell me, Sam, what do you need?" Castiel asked. His hand, host's hand, was twisting in Sam's hair. Pulling him off the floor. There was static seeping into Sam's veins.

"Penance," Sam groaned out. Wondered how much penance it would take to make up for being born wrong. For being a living curse. 

"No, Sam," Castiel said. The grip in his hair was a little tighter. "Tell me what do you need."

And Sam thought about everything Ruby had given him.

"Loved. Need to feel loved."

Castiel let go. The bulb in the lamp burned out. Everything was dark, but Sam had spent his childhood learning to be the thing that goes bump in the night. He could see well enough. Could see Castiel's solomn face.

"What will you do to feel loved?"

And Sam looked at the angel. Eons old, all knowing angel. The energy in the room gravitated to the poor host. His skin could only be held together through Castiel's willpower. He looked at Castiel and knew.

That seems to be the case Lauren I'm so sorry

I really married an angst gremlin and thought that I would continue to only write sweet fluffy things but this is who I am now because of her 😩

Link: Ao3

Title: The Moments In Between

Author: @formidablepassion

Pairings: Sam/Cas, Sastiel

Rating: Mature 

Word Count: 13,496

Warnings: None apply

Summary: When Sam discovers that people are disappearing from a private couples resort, Team Free Will go undercover to investigate. Dean's skills are needed elsewhere to give them access, so it's up to Sam and Cas to pretend to be a happy couple both at the resort and on the 3-day cruise. On the ship, without a way to communicate with Dean, they have to figure out what is abducting people before another passenger goes missing. Dealing with limited resources and time constraints, Sam is determined to save the next victim -- he just hopes that he isn't too distracted by his "fake" relationship to do the job.

Link: Banner and Art 

Artist: @sealionsam

Title: anything you need, that’s what i’ll be

Word Count: 1,092

Summary:  There is a strange discomfort in healing Sam in the days that follow Dean’s departure.

Ship: Castiel/Sam Winchester

Ahh my first SamJack fic!! Also my first AO3 fic ever! (hurriedly shoving FFN account under a blanket)

Fic

When Jack entered the show in s13, that inspired me to start writing SPN fanfic for…basically the first time. There was so much POTENTIAL in this little angel baby! For angst, for character studies, development… (They’ve since thrown most of that potential away because they’re dumb) At any rate, that boy had my heart from the minute he said “I like nougat.”

Probably my favorite chapter of NT is the second one, but I LOVE the first one too. I’m still super proud of the tense, unsure atmosphere that surrounds these two very soft, sweet characters. I tried v hard to capture that energy from their first scene together, in the jail cell. They’re both afraid of each other, and there’s so much they’re not saying.

I ESPECIALLY love the conversations they have about Lucifer and Castiel, and most importantly, the contrast between them. When Jack brings up Lucifer in the first chapter, Sam says very little. That shuts him down. In the second chapter, Jack brings up Cas instead (who at this point is still dead) and Sam uses that as a springboard into giving Jack some encouragement. It speaks to how Sam still feels so helpless about the whole idea of Lucifer - and also shows a clear delineation between the two father figures Jack knows but hasn’t met. All clashing in the face of the father figure he comes to love most. (Sorry, Team Free Dads, Sam is #1 dad!)

Here’s an interesting little nugget! When I wrote the SamJack hug at the end of the second chapter, I said to myself “man, this is super cheesy. They wouldn’t be this sappy.” LOOK HOW FAR I’VE COME! Now when I write, I a) no longer care about canon characterizations, since the writers can’t be trusted, and b) write all the hugs I want. Almost all the SamJack scenes in the Star Wars AU end in a hug.

"Alex, I need your help."

Claire was stood in the doorway of Alex's bedroom. Dressed head to toe in hunters gear, knife holstered on her thigh, leather jacket zipped tight. Whatever she wanted, it couldn't have been good. Jody was out of town with the weekend, I'm just helping Donna with something, and Claire must have waited until she'd left. It was all too perfect.

"Can't your weirdo girlfriend help you out?"

"Oh yeah, Kaia's coming too, but Patience is driving us and," Claire said. She was clinging to the doorway. "And I thought you wouldn't want to be stuck home alone while we're all out having fun so, you coming or what?"

And Alex sighed, because of course she was. Couldn't let her little sister get into trouble without her. Besides, it beat doing college applications. 

So they piled into Patience's car. It was a bit cramped, but Claire and Kaia were sat in the back seat, barely an inch between them. Kaia was wrapped up, if Claire could cover her in bubble wrap she probably would. Playing with each other's hair. Patience focused on driving. The radio was on just loud enough to cover the hum of the engine.

"Where are we actually going?" Alex asked. She didn't recognise the street names anymore. Sioux Falls was a big enough city but Alex wasn't sure they were even there anymore.

"Just a few towns over," Claire answered.

"Why?"

"Witches," Kaia said.

Alex had to laugh. Because Jody could try, but she couldn't stop Claire from hunting, not when the girl thought she had to save the whole world. And Kaia would follow her anywhere. And Patience and Alex just didn't want to see their friends get hurt.

So that's how they found themselves on the way to a witch hunt.

Things never worked out as planned though, because they were way out of their depth. The witch, some woman called Penelope, was a lot stronger than they thought. Not some run of the mill, home grown wiccan but a Witch. Knew the girls were after her, so she left them a present in the motel room they'd rented for the night. And thank God that Alex carried a lighter so she could set the hex bag on fire.

But not before Patience started coughing up blood. And she was okay, or as okay as she could be, laid in bed with a blood smudged chin. It wasn't good though. That the witch was onto them. 

"What should we do?" Kaia asked, and she was looking up at Claire like she had all the answers. But Claire was still just a kid. She looked kinda scared.

"I vote we go home," Patience said. Her voice was still raspy, but she definitely had a point. And Alex was halfway to agreeing with her, but Claire chimed in.

"I have an idea," she said. "It's a long shot but, Jody knows Rowena, right? We could, we could call her."

"Isn't Rowena like, the queen of Hell now?" Alex asked. "I'm sure she has better things to do than picking up after some wannabe hunters."

"Are you calling me a wannabe?"

"Look, Claire, we have no idea what we're doing, right? And you might be good with a gun but," Alex looked over at the bed. "Patience is hurt, I don't want you and Kaia to get hurt too."

"We can't call Jody to pick us up," Kaia said. "Patience shouldn't drive how she is. So we are stuck here for a few hours at least." 

"Exactly," Claire stuck her tongue out at Alex. "So, we're summoning Rowena, okay? I brought the stuff, it's in my backpack."

"I'll do it," Patience said. They all looked at her, because Christ she could barely sit up. Was blinking light away, even though the motel bulb was pretty dull. Dazed and barely there but she continued, "I'm the one with psychic powers, right? It'll be easier if I do it."

Claire got out everything they needed. Crystal pendulum and a worn out Ouija board that Alex wondered how long Claire had been carrying it around with her. And there was smelling salts and sage, a jar labelled oleander seeds and god only knew where Claire found that.

If she already knew she'd need them before dragging them all on the hunt. 

It didn't matter though, because all four of them were happy to come along. Sat around the Ouija board, hand in hand, eyes closed. Invoke the spirit, call on Rowena, and Patience was repeating the witch's name over and over again. Alex and Claire were holding onto Patience so tight that she couldn't fall over again. There was still blood all over her. Now on Claire and Alex too.

"We call on Rowena, Queen of Hell, for her help."

"Och, what do you lassies want?"

And there she was, red flowing hair and diamond dress. So beautiful it took Alex's breath away a little. She had her arms crossed, tutting, the same face Jody made when any of them messed up.

"There's a witch," Claire started, but Rowena cut her off.

"I would have thought you girls could handle a witch by yourselves."

"She's super old," Patience jumped in. "Like, centuries."

"She's really powerful, she hurt- she hurt Patience," Kaia said. She could quite meet Rowena's glare, instead pointing to the red smears all over Patience. Alex held up her own hands too. 

"She's called Penelope," Claire said. She had a journal in front of her with all the facts. "She first appeared in 1756, been killing women for their looks ever since, apparently."

"Aye, I know Penelope. She was right nasty cow, tried to kill me before she realised I was much more powerful than her."

"So you'll kill her?" Alex asked.

"No, I'm not in the business of killing other witches," Rowena said. "It's bad for my reputation, but. I can give her fair warning that if she hurts you again there will be Hell to pay. And well, you can't take that threat lightly from the queen, can ye?."

And Claire didn't seem satisfied. Little notebook with an empty space, something she was hoping to fill with the infinite wisdom of Rowena. But Rowena seemed sick of standing there, swishing her dress around. 

"I'll sort her out, don't you worry," Rowena seemed to be promising. That big smile, it was hard not to believe her. Even if Alex was a little sceptical. "Now, you girls better be off. I don't suppose you fancy me having to tell Jody what you've been up to."

They said their thanks. Because if anything, Patience had a bit more colour in her cheeks. They might not have killed the witch but, they were safe. And they were sure the people of the town were in safe hands with Rowena. 

Even if Claire seemed a little dismayed. 

Kaia pulled gently on Claire's sleeve. "When we get home, we can watch a film?"

You ship Sastiel (the softest boys), you love 1917, and you're an incredible artist.