18. “it’s my younger siblings wedding and my mother won’t shut up about how i’m going to die alone”
(I changed it to father. Because Castiel.)
Castiel tossed his letter on the table. Sam looked up from his laptop. “Something wrong?”
“Hannah’s getting married.”
“Your sister Hannah?
That’s great… wait.” The familiar
taste of foot filled Sam’s mouth. “Your
younger sister Hannah. The one who’s
eighteen and still in high school.”
“She won’t be by the wedding, they’re getting married in
June after graduation, but yes. That Hannah. Dad apparently volunteered to mail my
invitation, because it was tucked inside this.”
Castiel held up a three-page letter.
“A list of reasons why I should be ashamed of myself and my life. Wouldn’t most parents be proud of their son
being responsible and focusing on his studies in medical school instead of
marrying someone just for the sake of being able to say he was married?”
“You’d think, but then again, remember how my dad kicked me
out of the house for earning a full-ride scholarship to Stanford?” Sam set his laptop aside and got up to hug
Castiel. “You want to really make him
mad?”
“Uh-oh. That’s your
scheming voice.” Castiel leaned in. “What’s the scheme?”
“Take me to the wedding as your date. Introduce me as your boyfriend.”
Castiel blinked and looked up at him. “Wouldn’t that contradict everything I’ve
told him about being aromantic?”
“Your dad doesn’t believe you anyway, and it’s not for a lack
of you explaining it to him like you would to a four-year-old. Besides, it’s totally possible to be in a
relationship without it being romantic.
Sure, he’ll probably pull the ‘how is that different from a really close
friendship’ card, but at this point, you might as well accept that his
ignorance about aro stuff is willful, Cas.”
“And you’re willing to play along with that? Try to convince everyone that we’re a couple
even if we’re not doing typical couple things?”
“Sure. Or, you know…
we could not play.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m already looking for a one-year internship
here in town so I can stay with you while you finish medical school and still
have the flexibility to move with you wherever you end up doing your
residency. Any time we start talking
about the future, we’re talking about it like we’ll still be living together,
still be one of the most important people in each other’s lives.”
“What about sex?”
“What about it? Are
you not attracted to me anymore?”
“You said…”
“I said I don’t do friends with benefits or casual sex
because I need a strong emotional connection to be attracted. We’ve been living together for five and a
half years now, I think it’s safe to say we’ve got a strong enough connection.” They’d met freshman year when Castiel hit on
Sam at a party and Sam turned him down.
They’d spent the night together anyway, talking about their classes and
their families and their backgrounds, and moved in together at the start of
their sophomore year.
“I thought you needed a romantic connection.”
Sam shrugged. “I don’t
need to act on it. I’m good, Cas. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this
anyway, what with my graduation from law school coming up. If you’re not interested, that’s fine, we’re
still best friends and bros, but this isn’t just some whim to appease your father
while pissing him off.”
“Wow.” Castiel sat on
his bed. “I need a little while to think
this over. I’d written off this possibility
years ago, but now it’s here and it is so tempting.”
“Take all the time you need, just don’t let it distract you
during clinic.” Sam picked his laptop
back up. “Of course, if I don’t get this
stupid essay written, I’m not going to graduate…”
Holy Sh*t, @ladylilithprime, that gif!!!! I haven’t had my coffee yet!!!!!
*melts into a karate puddle and flops into her Moose Bucket ™️ to soak in her morning coffee*
*mmmm sooooo gooood*
(your best guess if it’s the coffee or the gif lol)
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