Then, the next time they see each other, they’re having coffee before Castiel’s turn starts and Sam has a class, because they started having coffee together in the mornings, and Sam has the guts to ask Castiel how come he’s here and not actually teaching.
“Oh. I had… a falling out with my family, I guess you would say. It was not exactly the reason why I changed jobs, but it had become way… way too unsettling.”
In a nutshell, as Sam learns after, the guy comes from a seriously strictly religious household, they find out he doesn’t like women, he gets disowned, he could also try not to mind but someone makes the news known across campus and… yeah.
“Man, that sucks. I’m so sorry, really, it’s totally…”
“It’s fine. Well, not really, I have not talked with them in a year by now but… I made peace with it. Are you sure that you don’t have problems with…”
“Me? No! Not at all,” Sam blurts, almost spitting out his coffee. Seriously. Problems. If only Castiel knew.
“Oh. Good. You know, I am not really in confidence with anyone around here except maybe for you, so if…”
It’s too much. Way-too-much.
“Doyouwantogotodinnerwithme?” Sam asks without pause, interrupting Castiel and earning himself a slight tilt of the head. Which is something Castiel always does when he doesn’t get something. Which Sam thinks is kind of adorable.
“Excuse me?” Castiel asks, but he doesn’t sound angry. He probably just didn’t understand it.
“Do you… would you like to… maybe we could have dinner one of these days? I dunno, if you’re not…”
“Sam. You are… are you asking me out?” Castiel answers, and Sam curses that voice which doesn’t betray emotions ninety per cent of the times.
“Er, well, yeah,” Sam answers, his voice small. “I mean, if you don’t want to then friends as before and we just, uh, forget it and…”
“Yes.”
“… we can totally not ever talk… what?”
“I said yes,” Castiel answers, and God, there’s a hint of a smile on his lips and it’s enough to light up his face.
Sam smiles back.
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Sam spends half an hour deciding what he’s going to wear. Maybe he’s freaking out because he has never asked a man out, and it’s Castiel, not… not a cheap fuck, and he’s worried, and he doesn’t calm down even after playing Bon Jovi only for half of the day which is totally his way of relaxing, and thank fuck Dean isn’t here or he’d make fun of him forever.
By the way, there’s a text from Dean on his cell. It says, go get him tiger. Yeah. His brother is awesome, sometimes. He still doesn’t know if this is one of those times or not.
He settles on dark jeans and a white shirt, combs his hair (fuck he needs a cut) for the tenth time and then figures he should just go and leave before he goes stir-crazy. He arrives ten minutes early in front of the library where they had their appointment and Castiel arrives five minutes early.
And oh. He kept the trench but he ditched the regular suit for one with dark jeans and a fucking three piece, all the pieces a different, dark shade of grey, and a red tie.
If Sam had thought the first time he saw him Castiel was fucking hot, he needs to redefine the concept.
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Re: Sam/Castiel, AU + sort of staring + movies + GRAD SCHOOL ROM COM OR SOMETHING, PG13-ish, 3/4?
Date: 2010-04-21 09:47 pm (UTC)“Oh. I had… a falling out with my family, I guess you would say. It was not exactly the reason why I changed jobs, but it had become way… way too unsettling.”
In a nutshell, as Sam learns after, the guy comes from a seriously strictly religious household, they find out he doesn’t like women, he gets disowned, he could also try not to mind but someone makes the news known across campus and… yeah.
“Man, that sucks. I’m so sorry, really, it’s totally…”
“It’s fine. Well, not really, I have not talked with them in a year by now but… I made peace with it. Are you sure that you don’t have problems with…”
“Me? No! Not at all,” Sam blurts, almost spitting out his coffee. Seriously. Problems. If only Castiel knew.
“Oh. Good. You know, I am not really in confidence with anyone around here except maybe for you, so if…”
It’s too much. Way-too-much.
“Doyouwantogotodinnerwithme?” Sam asks without pause, interrupting Castiel and earning himself a slight tilt of the head. Which is something Castiel always does when he doesn’t get something. Which Sam thinks is kind of adorable.
“Excuse me?” Castiel asks, but he doesn’t sound angry. He probably just didn’t understand it.
“Do you… would you like to… maybe we could have dinner one of these days? I dunno, if you’re not…”
“Sam. You are… are you asking me out?” Castiel answers, and Sam curses that voice which doesn’t betray emotions ninety per cent of the times.
“Er, well, yeah,” Sam answers, his voice small. “I mean, if you don’t want to then friends as before and we just, uh, forget it and…”
“Yes.”
“… we can totally not ever talk… what?”
“I said yes,” Castiel answers, and God, there’s a hint of a smile on his lips and it’s enough to light up his face.
Sam smiles back.
--
Sam spends half an hour deciding what he’s going to wear. Maybe he’s freaking out because he has never asked a man out, and it’s Castiel, not… not a cheap fuck, and he’s worried, and he doesn’t calm down even after playing Bon Jovi only for half of the day which is totally his way of relaxing, and thank fuck Dean isn’t here or he’d make fun of him forever.
By the way, there’s a text from Dean on his cell. It says, go get him tiger. Yeah. His brother is awesome, sometimes. He still doesn’t know if this is one of those times or not.
He settles on dark jeans and a white shirt, combs his hair (fuck he needs a cut) for the tenth time and then figures he should just go and leave before he goes stir-crazy. He arrives ten minutes early in front of the library where they had their appointment and Castiel arrives five minutes early.
And oh. He kept the trench but he ditched the regular suit for one with dark jeans and a fucking three piece, all the pieces a different, dark shade of grey, and a red tie.
If Sam had thought the first time he saw him Castiel was fucking hot, he needs to redefine the concept.
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