Supernatural: What Lore Says Goes
This was a collab I did with the ever-wonderful @fluffyfics and we had some disagreements about it XD so it wound up that I wrote most of this and she lovingly gave me space to do so. I want to dedicate this Sastiel fic to her because she’s the one who’s so passionate about writing and everything I’ve gotten basically bored with by now. The idea was completely hers, so thank her for this beauty.
The part she wrote I marked off in the fic with an indent. I have to give credit to the proper writer, of course. Everything else is mine.
Premise: The hunt for a mysterious monster has Sam stressed over lore books not giving him anything. When Castiel figures out the culprit, he uses his newfound knowledge to his advantage in getting Sam to smile. He loves him, of course.
It was midnight and Sam Winchester still had no idea what they were hunting. It was killing stealthily supposedly. All the victims died in their beds. But that wasn’t the creepy part. They’d all died with smiles on their faces, and marks that looked like lashes across their abdomens and legs. Lots of bruising. Sam and Dean had never seen anything like it. And neither had Castiel, for one, since he tagged along with them for the hunt.
Dean had been snoring on one of the beds in the shared motel room, an open laptop lying on his chest.
Sam hadn’t taken his eyes off the old lore book they brought along, and the words were all starting to blur together in his sleepy daze. The Winchester sighed and leaned back in his chair, rubbing his tired eyes.
Castiel, ever observant, stood from the second bed and walked up behind Sam’s chair, pressing into him. He wrapped his arms around Sam’s neck and massaged his shoulders, “You should rest.”
Sam sighed and he rolled his head back to look up at his angel, “I can’t. Not knowing what we’re up against is eating at me. I never heard of anything like this. We debunked witches since there were no hex bags, no ghosts or poltergeists… it looks like such a dead end.”
Cas nodded, not stopping his deep massage, “We all need a clear mind to confront this creature. Why don’t you rest and I continue looking–”
“No, Cas,” Sam shook his head, laying his hand atop one of Castiel’s.
Cas sighed and he leaned down, kissing Sam’s forehead, which made the younger Winchester smile softly.
“What if we both continue the search?” Castiel suggested. Sam heard a loud snore coming from Dean and he smirked.