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Red Carnation by kingaidey (совсем свежий фик, между прочим) - сэстиэль, 4 сезон, Blood Drinking, Suicidal Thoughts.
Тот случай, когда рейтинга нет и не надо, всё и так уже очень хорошо)

“You were praying," Castiel added, "I believe unintentionally.”

Sam’s lips drew thin. He nodded, hands retreating into fists.


“Your cries for purity are...unignorable. You wail.”


“I don’t know what to do.” He felt as if he had been caged inside a confession box with Castiel on the other side. “I don’t…” Sam repeated to the floor. Something in Cas' eyes was too strong, like breathing in fog.


The angel, soldier of God, should have been shorter than Sam yet he gave the impression of his grace towering over Sam. Angels made the room go stale with ancient power. It made Sam feel tiny, insignificant. He secretly enjoyed that, because it felt like he was any other puny bug. He could pretend in the silence that he was anybody else.


“You’ll take retribution above death?”


Keep the vessels alive. The angel’s single goal. Sam nodded, nonetheless.


Castiel strided closer to Sam, leaving a mere 3 or 4 inches between them before stopping.


“Kneel.”


And Sam did.

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