Hi!
I love me some matchmaking Sammy so I decided to do a five part series about destielshipper!Sam. This fic is kinda weird in parts and I'll be the first to admit that. It's a tad AU in that it goes from Cas becoming human in S9 but erases the whole Gadreel thing so basically Team Free Will and Kevin are just a happy bunker family with minimal drama. I also have Sam swearing a fair bit, which I'm not actually sure he'd do, but in the words of my slightly OOC Moose: fuck it.
Hope you likey!

The time with the convenient song lyrics

Dean should probably never have invited me to add an aux cord to the Impala. I suppose he was feeling generous, and he did grudgingly admit that some of my music wasn't THAT shitty. I wasn't particularly bothered about it, just glad that some variety might be introduced into the long car trip soundtracks.

But then I witnessed something. Something which enlightened me as to the possibilities of the opportunity presented to me.

A mere hour after being informed of my new privileges, I happened to walk through the library where I'd left Florence and the Machine playing. To my rather smug surprise I found Dean sitting in there with a beer, feet propped up on the table, frowning pensively at the ceiling. His lightly tapping toes told me that he was listening to the song, but his pursed lips and furrowed brow told me that something about it was bothering him. I listened to the lyrics:

But with all my education

I can't seem to command it

And the words are all escaping

Coming back all damaged

And I would put them back in poetry

If I only knew how

I can't seem to understand it and

I would give all this and heaven too...

I smirked as I watched my brother try to simultaneously ignore and figure out why this song reminded him of Cas. Because of course it reminded him of Cas. It reminded me of Cas, and I wasn't even secretly in love with Cas. Shaking my head, I left Dean to his wallowing and decided that it might be constructive to inspire more of this introspection from him, using a certain iPod attached to a certain car.

To my delight Cas joined us on our next hunt, having been human for a whole week. Dean deemed him OK to come along after making sure that he was fit and healthy and putting him through some basic weapons training with both of us. I quickly plugged in my iPod for the long drive and then claimed the backseat so that I could stretch out for a nap a bit later. Settling back as we pulled away from the bunker, I watched my two companions closely as the song I'd chosen came on. I'd picked this track because it was actually so suitable for my brother and his angel that it was almost creepy.

You are the hole in my head

You are the space in my bed

You are the silence in between

What I thought and what I said

Dean had gone a little stiff as soon as he recognised the artist, although that could be attributed to simple disgust at any music that wasn't his music. As the lyrics progressed, though, I saw him glance sideways at Cas, who was cocking his head as if listening intently. Dean's hands were tight on the steering wheel but Cas looked relaxed; he even nodded slightly, as though agreeing with the song. I grinned to myself as the harps wheeled us dizzily into the chorus.

No light, no light

In your bright blue eyes-

"Sammy, what is this crap?" snapped my brother with unnecessary aggression. Cas shot him a frown, bright blue eyes narrowed reproachfully. I chuckled to myself. Looked like I'd have to get Cas into Florence and the Machine.

"What? I like Florence," I shugged innocently. Dean scowled at the road and muttered insults at me for the rest of the song, whilst Cas stared out the window, face slightly scrunched up. As soon as the song ended, Dean ripped the cord out.

"My turn," he said loudly as one of his mix CDs started up. I frowned but my expression quickly turned to a smirk as I realised what the song was. Dean's triumphant expression soured to mild horror as he recognised the track a second after me. Leaning forward, I stuck my head between the front seats, smiling widely.

"Man, I gotta say, good choice, Dean. You're right, this is a classic. Cas, you'll love this one, listen to it carefully, yeah?" Grinning at Dean's pained expression, I withdrew just as the lyrics started, watching Castiel cock his head as he listened intently.

I can't fight this feeling any longer

And yet I'm still afraid to let it show

What started out as friendship has grown stronger

I only wish I had the strength to let it show

I had to press my lips tightly together to keep from laughing out loud. Dean's grip on the steering wheel looked painful and he was shooting small, deeply uncomfortable glances across to Cas, who was actually smiling a little, although he looked more wistful than amused.

You give my life direction

You make everything so clear

Cas slowly turned his head and stared at Dean for a moment before audibly sighing and looking back at the player. Dean flicked his eyes across to the ex-angel right after this and I made a face as though I was watching a basketball game and my team had missed a shot. I leaned forward in anticipation as the chorus drew near.

And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might...

Unable to resist being a bit of an asshole, I lurched into the front space again and sang the chorus loudly between the two silent men in the front, nudging Dean when he scowled at the road instead of joining in.

And I can't fight this feeling any more

I've forgotten what I started fighting for

It's time to bring this ship into the shore

And throw away the oars, forever

Realising that Dean was apparently too affected by the song to even pretend otherwise, I let my voice trail off and gave an awkward laugh as I leaned back in my seat. Castiel was openly watching Dean now, but my brother was flushed red and refusing to budge his gaze from the road. We all sat in silence for the rest of the song. As the next track started - thankfully not a love song - Cas finally tore his eyes from Dean and twisted to look at me, blue eyes soft and sad.

"That was a good song, Sam. Human music can be very... touching."

I smiled sympathetically at him. "Yeah. It sure can. I find that music often helps me realise stuff about myself, you know?"

I looked hard at the back of Dean's head at this point. His narrowed eyes met mine in the mirror and we shared a glare intense enough to rival some of the staring between him and Castiel, although thankfully without the eye fucking element. Cas turned back to the front, oblivious, and stared out of his window for the next half hour. I stretched out on the seat and wondered if this had just been pointless, or if it had somehow served as a stepping stone to my brother recognising his own feelings. I felt a strange duty to help him in that, to nudge him towards his happiness without scaring him off of it. The music had been just one of many ways in which I could do so. I could definitely keep an eye out for more opportunities.