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“Castiel, my Guardian Angel, my Angel, please, please tell me what to do,” Sam heard himself pray in a small voice.
“You wish to show your reverence? To worship me? To worship the Lord through me, His Angel?” Castiel asked, running his fingers through Sam’s hair.
“Yes, yes, please,” Sam begged.
“My child, you may worship my Cock,” Castiel decreed, and Sam felt warm and blissful. “This is the Cock of an Angel of the Lord and you may worship it as you worship Him - with all your heart, with all your passion.”
Sam was too thrilled to speak. He felt unworthy, but Castiel had indicated otherwise, and so Sam allowed his eyes to fall to Castiel’s Cock; Sam’s heart thumped at the breathtaking sight. The Cock was enormous, even though it was flaccid. As he gazed at it, Sam felt his love for the Cock spread throughout his mind and heart, his body and soul. It was a special sort of love, a love he had only ever felt for God, and it was clear to Sam that the Angel’s Cock was an extension of God, a part of God, the same as God. Sam would send his love through the Cock, through the Angel, and to the Lord Himself, and in this way the Cock and the Angel and the Lord were all one beloved being.

Аааааа, сссука, я обожаю этот фик 
Почему-то абсолютно верю, что Сэму могла присниться такая белиберда))
И вот это, конечно, тоже:

“Thank you for saving my brother,” Sam said as he clung tightly to Castiel, aware that he might fall a great distance if he lost his grip. He listened to the grand beating of Castiel’s wings and felt the air rushing by them.
“You are welcome, my child,” Castiel said, his voice serene and lyrical.
“Why did you save him?” Sam heard himself asking. “Was it because I prayed?”
“Yes, my child,” Castiel replied, “God heard your prayers, and He gave you what you prayed for because He knows that you and your brother are good, good boys, and you deserve to be happy.”
“We do?” Sam asked with awe. “Are we going to, I mean, are you going to make everything okay? So Dean and I can be happy all the time?”
“Of course, my child,” Castiel assured him, “I am your Guardian Angel and God has sent me to protect you both. I will always make everything alright. You prayed for a happy life with your brother, and I am here to ensure you have precisely that.”

Но это прям очень, очень грустно, нет, давайте обратно к Священному Члену 
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