After nearly two weeks of searching through all the demon lore at their disposal, the Winchesters had come to the conclusion that all there was left to do was keep Sam away from people and hope for the best until they had a better plan.
There was no cure for the bite of an incubus, and as the only non-human in the bunker, Castiel had volunteered to look after him and make sure he was at least eating.
Though, when Sam crowded him up against the door and shoved a hand down his pants, hissing “finally. I thought I’d starve to death in here,” it occurred to Castiel that he may have grossly underestimated how far gone Sam truly was.
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