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I was sitting in the library, reading a book for fun for once. Cas came in, as light as his steps are, I have learned how to detect them. He came in behind me and placed a kiss on top of my head. I closed the book, and set it to the side, reaching up for an actual kiss. Which he leaned into.
I will never get tired of kissing him. Even these brief ones.
"Hey, Cas." I breathed out as he pulled away to sit down next to me.
I noticed he had something in his hands, pencil, and paper. "Hey, Sam." He greeted back.
"What's the paper for?" I asked and he surprisingly handed them to me.
"Are you good at unscrambling words?" He asked which was definitely out of the blue.
I nodded, "I'm decent at it. Why?" I looked at the paper and found it blank, which didn't help me at all.
Cas held my hand, which got me to focus on him and not the paper. "I want you to unscramble three words, I have hints for them."
I lifted an eyebrow, very odd, but I could go along with this. "Okay, did you get them online or come up with them?"
"I came up with them." Cas clarified I nodded as both I understood him and as a way to let him know I would do it. "Okay, the first one is, T-A-C-N-R-E. The hint is, Your kisses are sweeter than blank." While to anyone else his tone seemed neutral, I could tell he was a bit shy to admit that.
"Is that directed towards my actual kisses?" I already knew the answer but it's not often I get to tease Cas like this. I had to let go of his hand while I wrote down the given letters before I forgot them.
"Yes. They are about your kisses." Cas admitted I smiled to myself already knowing the expression on his face.
The first word I got was trance, it didn't make sense but decided to share it to fill the silence. "Okay, I immediately thought trance but that doesn't make too much sense."
Cas took this as an opportunity to tease me back, "I assure you, it's not 'trance.' Although they do put me in quite a trance."
I tried to put my head down more as a way to hide my expression, not that Cas didn't know what face I had made. Instead of answering, I tried again.
"Carnet, why do I know that word?" I knew it wasn't the answer but Cas would know the definition so I wouldn't have to search for it myself.
He smiled, "In some countries, it's a book of tickets for public transportation." I nodded wondering where the hell I picked that word up from.
"I wonder if I read the word somewhere. Wait, is the answer nectar?" I asked looking at the letters again, he pushed my hair out of my face and kissed my cheek.
"Yes, your kisses are sweeter than nectar." I shook my hair back into my face, which he knew was just to hide my expression.
"Okay, what's the next word?" I asked clearing my throat.
Cas looked away like he was thinking, "U-S-R-S-E-G. The hint is: When I see you I get blank of hope." He looked back at me and I wrote down the letters.
I wrote out a couple of different gibberish words before I got urges. "Urges?" I meant to keep that in my mind.
"Perhaps some, but not in this case." I waved the comment off, I did a couple for a bit although I wasn't really paying attention since Cas had been playing with my hair.
I decided to give up, I couldn't focus. "Um, I'm not sure. Your hands are kind of distracting me, babe." I told him as I leaned into his touch.
"Surges, babe. When I see you I get surges of hope." Cas explained, I nodded and did not whine when he stopped playing with my hair. It was probably best because I would've fallen asleep.
"You know all you're doing is making me blush," I told Cas and he shrugged.
"Pink looks good on you, although I believe all colors look good on you." Was his reply, I glared at him. There was no heat behind it and Cas knew it.
"Seriously not helping Cas."
"I'm helping myself."
Ass. No, he's an assbutt. "Last word?"
"I-T-N-S-A. You are a blank Sam Winchester." This one wasn't like the other words. I couldn't make any words that used all the letters. When I finally made one I dropped the pencil.
"Stain?" Cas hadn't been paying attention, he had been getting a loose string off my flannel.
His face softened at my tone, "Sam, we both know that's not right and I don't consider you to be that."
"Well, I don't know any other word it can be." My voice was shaky, it couldn't be, but it was there. No other word fit. I wanted to walk away, but Cas placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Saint. You are a Saint Sam Winchester." Cas said wiping away a tear I didn't know had fallen. He brought me into a hug, and I sank into it.
We stayed wrapped up in each other, silent. I tried to pull back but it was obvious that Cas wouldn't let go until he felt like I was ready to.
I rested my head on his shoulder, "You're too sweet," I whispered, he's met real saints and here he is calling me one.
"And you are too good." He whispered back. I shook my head and released a laugh.
"Was this an elaborate plan to compliment me?" I asked tilting my head to look him in the eyes.
"Maybe. I don't usually get away with being blunt, so I figured this would be a perfect way." He admitted. I shook my head and lifted my head to kiss him.
He realized what I was going to do and freed my arms. I brought them to his face and set a slow pace. Leaving it up to Cas if he wanted to pick it up or leave it as is.
He seemed to like the pace and ended up in my lap somehow. I also am confused about when his hands ended up in my hair.
When we finally pulled away I rested my forehead against his.
"I love you, Castiel."
"I love you more, Sam."