Twinkling Lights

Oh my God, Is this really happening?

Adam sighed as the snow fell, some small flakes attaching themselves to his eyelashes before melting away and causing tears to appear in his eyes. Great, the young man thought tiredly. He looked around at the sparkling, twinkling, lights that decorated most of the houses. Christmas time... How nice...He hadn't gotten far, that much he knew. Maybe Samandriel would warm up to me before a snow storm hits or something... 

Adam knew how he felt towards the small angel. If only he would talk to me a bit more about himself... fuck it, I'll be damned to hell, again- a shiver runs down his spine, not due to the coldness outside- if I try to sleep with an angel of the Lord. But... it's not just sex, or company or... do I even know what I want?

Adam sighed, the familiar noise of small wings ruffling making his heart leap in his chest

. "Adam..." The voice sounded sad, broken, hurt. Damn it... "Hey, angel face..." Adam says lowly, turning to face the smaller being. Samandriel kept his head down; he looked embarrassed and flushed, maybe even a little flustered. 

Adam has to smile, despite the pit of pure sadness growing in his stomach. For one of the most powerful beings on this Earth, he sure looked adorable. A light blush, mirroring the one Samandriel bore, spread across Adam's face. And, fucking hell, I'm feeling warmth in another place. 

"I... sorry... I'm so, so sorry that I said that and I really didn't mean it, I hope you know that. You're the only real thing I have in this world, besides Cas- but he doesn't really count.... and... I really don't want to lose you...." His words slur together, leaving him gasping lightly once he's done.

He waits for Adam's response.

Which happens to be his arms wrapped around Samandriel's waist and his lips firmly pressed against the angel's and Oh my God I'm actually kissing him. Finally! "Adam..." He says breathlessly once the boy pushes away. 

"You talk too much, angel face." He smiles brightly, smirking as the angel struggles to string up a response.

Adam recognizes the sound of flapping wings and looks down to see Samandriel still in front of him. Oh no...

"What are you two doing?!" A deep, shoes-on-a-gravel-road voice says loudly. If I wasn't in the middle of the street with an angel in my arms, this might be interesting... Castiel- or Cas- the man behind the deep voice looks at him with a deep scowl planted on his features. Behind him, Oh God, were the Winchesters. Fucking perfect. 

"I can explain!" Samandriel offers quickly. The boys now have matching red blushes spread across their faces. "Go on, then." Cas growls, eyeing Adam angrily. "We... I.. uhm.." He starts. 

"I started it! Look, I'm sorry I kissed your gender-less 'brother' on Christmas! Not my fault, well it is but I wouldn't have done it if he wasn't hinting at it, okay?" Adam says nervously. Dean snorts and opens his mouth to say something. Adam glares at him and says "Shut up, Dean. We all know you're jokes aren't funny and that you've been dropping hints at Cas like bombs for the past couple years." Well, it was more like a growl but it was enough to make the elder Winchester shut up. 

"What are we gonna do?" Cas says. It doesn't sound like a question, he probably meant that to happen. "Adam, do you... Oh, God, I hate saying this... Do you want to become Samandriel's mate?" Sam, the youngest Winchester, asks. Dean struggles to hold back laughter as Adam makes a face. "Do... Do you wanna be-"

"Yes." Samandriel replied quickly, still looking down at the floor hesitantly. "Well, what a Christmas miracle, am I right?" Dean says, sporting a shit-eating grin. 

"If only Cas would take the stick out of his ass and you could come out of the damn closet." Sam mutters. "Hey!" Dean says, crossing his arms angrily. "Sam, that's not a Christmas miracle. It's a gift from the heavens." Adam says after a moment.

Cas growls and grabs Dean's shoulders, pressing their lips hotly together. Adam let out a whistle as Sam and Samandriel turn away from the scene. 

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What a fucking wild day... 

"Indeed." Samandriel says, nodding with a small smile on his lips. "You were reading my mind?!" Adam says, a bright blush appearing on his cheeks. Again, Samandriel nods. 

And, now that your soul has finally accepted my grace, you can hear mine. I can control it, though. 

Like reverse praying?

Sort of, yes. 

Oh.

Goodnight, Adam. 

Goodnight. Love you.

...

Oh shit.