Once again, doing fanart cleanses my soul! I’ll always miss Eileen as a character, and I loved whatever chemistry was going on between these two. Her time was so short lived! I’d like to do more fanart of her in the future cause God knows she didn’t get enough screen time.
(Also, if enough people like this, I’ll do a realistic version of this sketch.)
The demon lays dead in a heap behind Cas but Cas isn’t happy. If anything, he’s angrier now that the threat is gone.
“You’re using again,” Cas bites out, slamming Sam against the motel wall. “How could you, Sam? After everything, you throw it all away?”
“Get off me!” Sam struggles and, while stronger with demon blood coursing through his veins, he’s a pinned butterfly next to an Angel of the Lord. He’s helpless. Hopeless. At Cas’s mercy, ready to be weighed, measured, and found wanting. “I said get off! I think you damaged the wall!”
“Fuck the wall.” Cas grinds against Sam, eyes blazing. “You’re using. You could have drank from me and you chose a demon instead. Why?”
Sam gasps, clawing at Cas. “It… I can’t. It’s too -“
“Intimate?” Cas hisses in Sam’s ear. He doesn’t stop moving his hips. It’s not gentle or sweet. It’s filthy and not at all holy. His movements are fury and hurt and Sam’s pretty sure the goal is to make Sam hurt too. “You don’t like it?”
“No, Cas,” Fighting back is impossible because lust stirs deep inside and not just for blood, blood, blood. “I love it. I love it too much. I can’t drink from you when you don’t know what it does to me.”
“That is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard,” Cas replies, fucking against Sam even harder in tight figure eights. It would be better without clothes but Sam’s not about to say it. “You thought I didn’t know? Thought I didn’t see right through you? I’m an angel, Sam. I felt it then. I feel it now. Don’t you feel me?”
“Yes, yes, I feel you. I feel everything,” Sam gasps and comes right there, right in his damn jeans.
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