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Sam barely moves as Cas pulls his dislocated shoulder back into place. Does not even flinch when he threads the gash on his chest closed tenderly. Though the angels eyes never leave his face looking for any sign of pain, or discomfort.
Naturally the hunter is stone still. He has been in this job long enough that it is only a minor sting. A hiss leaving him as the alcohol is poured over the wound to clean it.
Cas jumps at that noise before sighing glaring at Sam who smiles back.
“For a moment I thought you were a robot…”
“Just because I don’t cry as much as Dean, doesn’t make me a robot.”
“Dean doesn’t cry he -“
His words are cut off as one of Sam’s hands cup the back of his neck, pulling him in for a gentle kiss. Cas’ hands are shaking as they move to rest on his chest, leaning into the hunter.
His hunter.
Breathing against the others lips he squirms feeling Sam’s other arm slide around his waist. Holding him flush against the man’s chest.
“Don’t worry about Dean right now. Why don’t you show me what it’s like to be touched by an angel?”