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Castiel was already on the ice when Sam got there. If he didn't know any better, he'd believe Castiel lived on the ice rink. Sam didn't take long to join Castiel, his partner knew he was on the ice but let him warm up. Sliding past each as if they didn't have the whole rink to themselves. Sam wasn't a bad skater, in fact, he was pretty damn good at it. Always has been, but watching Castiel was something else. He was ethereal. Sam swears Castiel flies across the rink, jumping and landing on his mark each time. He breathes and lives for skating but nothing in comparison to Castiel. Sam knows it appears effortless, but training with Castiel for the past ten years… He knows it's anything but effortless. It's skill, a very rigorous schedule, with an inspiring determination woven in. Sam admires Castiel's dedication like no other. It inspires him to get on the ice as early as he does.
Sam sensed Castiel's circling, and smiled. Neither had to say a word. The two slid next to each other and began their lap around the rink, Sam's hand dipped down towards Castiel who held it as they slipped into their routine. While no music played through the speakers, Sam and Castiel could hear it perfectly as Sam slid behind Castiel, and raised Castiel's arm into a spin, before they both expanded out and moved backwards. They moved as one unit, both speeding up at the same time. Their movements flowed through Castiel, and caught by Sam. Castiel was spun around again, and faced outwards, Sam's hand moved to Castiel's hip. The two pressed close together as they glided down their stage. Castiel's arms went outwards, his leg raising up as Sam held onto him and guided them. Sam spun them as Castiel set his foot back to the ice, and Castiel stretched outwards.
The two kept their hands interlocked as they spun into a circle, and closed in. Castiel gave a small nod as they faced each other. Castiel's feet lifted off the ice with Sam's help and launched Castiel who spun mid air and landed on a single foot, keeping in line with Sam the entire time. Sam closed the distance, and the two sped up, their arms bringing them in. Sam spun Castiel to face away from him, and their arms crossed over and out, Castiel lowered himself into a split. With his partner pulling him up and tossing him into the air again, catching him with ease before setting him back to ice. The two glided and let their arms talk as they increased their speed.
Castiel moved backwards, leading them and flipping Sam to face inwards. Castiel's legs stretched out while Sam glided through, and stood tall, taking his lead again. His hand landing on Castiel's hip, moving together as one unit once more. The two had many routines, but this one was their favorite. Their first routine together that took a lot of molding. Their first practices were rough, learning each other's rhythms. It's hard for them to believe they didn't always know each other's heartbeats as they skated the ice.
The two were close to the end of their dance, Sam's favorite part was coming afoot. They pushed building up momentum, and Sam spun Castiel outwards, sending Castiel across the rink. Castiel usually took that time to throw in his favorite moves, but today he allowed himself to glide across, and spun around at the end of his mark. Sam smiled as Castiel made his way to him, speeding up to Sam, who was more than prepared to catch him. Castiel began his lift off and Sam held onto him, raising him up higher. Castiel's arms held out entrusting Sam fully while he spun them and set him down. Castiel picked up Sam's hands again as they slipped out of the routine and into a relaxed step. "Good morning." Castiel greeted, and Sam smiled, "Good morning."
The morning went as usual as they started with basics and slipped into practicing and honing in their real routine. Castiel crossing his arms at Sam after being spun into a kiss rather than launched out. Not the Castiel didn't want the kiss, but they had fallen into a good rhythm which halted slightly with Sam's display. "Unprofessional." Castiel chastised, while Sam held a grin, "I don't recall it being labeled unprofessional when you did the same thing last week."
Castiel licked his lips and skated past Sam, "I have no idea what you're talking about." Sam followed after with a laugh, "Oh, really?" Castiel nodded, his arms behind his back, Sam copied his stance, "Perhaps it was someone else. Must've been a different strong, gorgeous, ice skater with black hair and blue eyes. Hmm, he was very dreamy." Sam sighed, and Castiel rolled his eyes, "Maybe it was and you just have a type."
Sam nodded, "Must be. You have a strong argument there. I mean, you should've seen him. A real angel gliding across the ice. So gorgeous I thought I'd made my way to Heaven." Sam teased, and Castiel turned around, still leading them, "You're making it to Heaven?" Castiel teased back. It was Sam's turn to cross his arms, "What is that supposed to mean?" Castiel moved closer and settled a hand on Sam's shoulder, "That only someone as tempting as you must be a devil."
"Hmmm." Sam said, unconvinced, and Castiel's hand moved to Sam's hip. "I mean it. Lucifer was the most gorgeous angel of them all. Whose beauty can compare to yours?" Castiel asked, and Sam tilted his head, "Yours." The two slowed into a stop and Castiel smiled, "Maybe Lucifer simply has bad eyesight." Sam raised an eyebrow, "Maybe Lucifer does, but I do not. I can clearly see how beautiful my love is." Sam said, and Castiel looked away.
Sam kissed Castiel's cheek, making his love glance at him curiously. Sam kissed Castiel's forehead, and his nose. Castiel looked at Sam's lips, "It gets cold on the rink." Castiel said, and Sam nodded, "It does." Castiel licked his lips, "In fact, I think my lips are going cold." Sam chuckled, "Are they?"
"Afraid so." Castiel said, "You should warm them." Castiel suggested, and Sam did; capturing Castiel's lips. Castiel pulled back a little, "That's not you winning this argument." Sam chuckled, "Of course not." Before Castiel could clarify further Sam pressed his lips against Castiel's once more. Before Castiel realized how much time Sam had wasted, not the Castiel truly minded. It was a slow morning, one that would be cherished for the memory rather than the practice.