For the prompt Being Creative Together at Sassy Week
“I do not understand this, Sam.”
Sam looks up from his wheel to find Castiel staring at his hands, covered in clay and castoff slip. On the pottery wheel in front of the angel, a lump of gray mud slowly spins into a lopsided anthill. Sam smiles around a wince.
“It’s just… you sort of have to…” Castiel’s sharp blue eyes rise to meet his and Sam ducks his head, self-conscious suddenly about his own formless lump. “Yeah, I don’t really get it either.”
Castiel regards him silently for a moment, then returns his hands to the wheel, cupping the clay in both palms and letting it settle there - the only part of this he’s seemed comfortable with. “Dean believed we would enjoy this activity?” he asks.
Sam rolls his eyes, then wrinkles his nose as a fleck of clay hits his face. “Dean just wanted to get into the pants of the woman selling a pottery class Groupon. You notice he’s not here.” But as he pushes his thumbs into the clay and widens it out into a bowl, almost, something with form anyway, Sam ends up smiling, fascinated by the way the clay changes shape so completely under his hands. “But actually… I mean, it’s kind of nice. To try something like this. I’ve never, I mean…”
Castiel studies Sam carefully, at the wheel next to his. He makes careful note of that unconscious smile. Then he sits back and digs his thumbs into his own clay, and says nothing more about it.
When it’s over, and they’re washing all the gray from their slippery smooth hands, Sam drops his needle tool into the clay wash and the bottom of the sink and he and Castiel reach for it at the same time, and wind up with Sam’s hand around the tool and Castiel’s hand around Sam’s. Castiel’s eyes soften like a smile, and Sam finds himself grinning back as the clay on their fingers slowly cements them together - the shape of what they are changing every time their hands brush.
Or to die as a good man?
Shutter Island AU → After taking a case on a strange island off the New England coast, Sam wakes one morning to find his brother has vanished without a trace. With Castiel’s help, Sam has no choice but to dive deeper into the mystery that brought them here, only to discover that no one— not Dean, not Cas, not even Sam himself— are who they appear to be.