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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      No_Archive_Warnings_Apply, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Castiel
  Additional Tags:
      Sastiel_-_Freeform, implied_sastiel, Implied_daddycest, Implied/
      Referenced_Incest, Feminization, Teen!Castiel, Daddy!Sam, Alternate
      Universe, daddycest, Father/Son_Incest, Explicit_Sexual_Content, blowjob
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-08 Completed: 2014-12-14 Chapters: 2/2 Words: 1529
****** Bad Pretty Daddy's Boy ******
by sastielhugs
Summary
     Sastiel daddycest which is only implied in the first chapter and
     explicit in the second one.
Notes
     I have no idea why i wrote this. Comment and leave kudos. Let me know
     if you want more.
***** Chapter 1 *****
The police officer was holding Castiel by his clothes, a little brown paper bag
in his other hand. Sam stood confused at the door staring between Castiel who
was trying to hide in himself, and the police officer.
‘What is that?’ He asked firmly, anger starting to form between his brows.
‘Your son tried to steal…’ The police officer let go of Castiel’s clothes and
Sam caught his wrist, pulling him inside. ‘This time you will go with a
warning. And 24.40 dollars for what he tried to steal.’
Sam clenched his jaw, took out 25 dollars and 50 more for the police officer to
thank him. He grabbed the paper bag, caught Castiel by the clothes and dragged
him to the living room, shoving him on the couch.
‘Dad…’ He tried to stand up, blue eyes watering.
Sam pointed an angry finger at him ‘Sit down.’
His son did as he was told and bowed head down in shame. Sam sat on the coffee
table in front of him and kept silent for a while.
‘What is that?’ He asked firmly and squeezed the bag in his hand.
Castiel didn’t say anything. 
‘Look at me when I talk to you.’ Sam raised his voice and knocked Castiel’s
chin, who lifted up immediately but couldn’t look his father in the eyes,
bottom lip trembling and his tears threatening to roll over the edges of his
eyes. ‘What is that?’ Sam repeated and held the paper bag in between them.
Castiel uttered something.
‘What?’ Sam frowned, unable to hear him.
‘It’s… make up…’
Sam sighed and looked through the bag. ‘Mascara, eyeliner, lipsticks and lip
gloss… Cas, if you need money to buy presents for girls just tell me, don’t
steal. I didn’t raise you to be a thief. Do you want to be a thief?’
‘Not for girls.’ Castiel uttered again, looking at the things in Sam’s hands.
‘What?’
Castiel took a shaky breath ‘I… didn’t mean to give them to any girl… I wanted
them… for myself.’
‘What?’ Sam repeated, surprised and confused. He caught Castiel’s jaw and
turned his face to meet his wet shameful eyes. ‘You wear… make up?’
‘Dad I’m so sorry.’ Castiel sobbed, tears freely streaming down his face. He
closed his eyes, unable to look at his father. Sam released his jaw and cupped
his face gently, smearing the tears with thumbs.  
‘Hey, hey, calm down, Cas, breathe.’
Cas started to hic up, shaking slightly as he inhaled, trying to look his dad
through the tears. Sam moved and sat on the couch, pulling his son into a hug.
‘Calm down, it’s okay.’
Castiel buried face in his shirt and clutched at him. ‘I shouldn’t… but I like
it, dad… I like myself like that.’
Sam didn’t say anything. He was surprised. And hell he couldn’t help to imagine
his son all done up, blinking prettily with thick, mascara extended black
eyelashes. Sam combed fingers through Castiel’s hair.
‘It’s okay, Cas, it’s fine. I understand.’
‘You do?’ Cas pulled back slowly, wiping his eyes.
‘Daddy knows best.’ Sam smiled, dragging thumb over Castiel’s lips. ‘And daddy
wants to see how pretty you look all done up with the make up I had to pay
for.’
‘Really?’ Cas whispered. ‘You are not mad?’
‘Oh… oh yes I am mad. You tried to steal and I will punish you. But later. Now
I want to see the lip gloss.’
***** Chapter 2 *****
Very nervous, Cas came to his father’s room, staring at him with worried crease
between his brows, expecting a reaction.  Sam finished straightening the sheet
of his bed and turned to meet his son. He checked him out with a slight raise
of his brows. He licked his lips and smirked slightly and nodding.
‘You really know how to do that properly. I’ve seen girls with worse make up.’
‘Youtube tutorials.’ Cas shrugged a bit and gave a faint smile.
‘Let me see.’
Sam smiled and stepped to his son, settling hands on his neck, thumbs on his
jaw, tilting head and checking out every shadow and line – silver on the inner
side of the eye in the edge next to his nose, then slight blue over his eyelid
making his deep blue eyes stick out even more, circled by a thin line of black
eyeliner. As Sam thought Cas haven’t speared the mascara and his eyelashes
looked so impossibly thick and black, framing his eyes so perfectly. His skin
colour was even;  skin itself dry almost as if like a doll. And the lips,
finally the lips, glistening with lip gloss, so full and beautiful. Sam
swallowed, pupils blowing with fascination and lust.
‘Son, you are gorgeous.’ Sam whispered with a dimpled smile and Cas smiled,
looking away shyly.
Sam held his neck steadily and brought his face up, pressing their lips
together. It wasn’t something urgent, no, Sam was gentle, slow, teasing with
tongue the sparkling lips of his boy, tasting the sweetness of the lip gloss.
Cas sighed and parted lips the slightest, meeting the tip of his father’s
tongue before it darts out and presses under Cas’ full bottom lip, lips
wrapping around it and suckling gently. Sam loved to that and Cas loved
kissing, the wet popping sound of it, his obviously hot dad taking care of him
like that and often his body responded to it.
Sam reached and shut the door closed, backing his son against it and deepening
the kiss, hips pressed to Castiel’s smaller ones. He felt his father’s
excitement of all this. Sam pulled back and cupped his denim-wrapped crotch
squeezing and adjusting himself in the tight jeans. Castiel’s mouth watered and
he stared expectedly at his father. Sam licked his lips and looked at him
thoughtfully.
‘Is the make-up waterproof?’
‘Yeah’ Cas nodded. ‘I always choose waterproof.’
‘Hm.’ Sam smirked and stepped back to his son caressing his jaw gently, talking
low and quietly ‘Would you let daddy come on your face? I want to see my juices
catching on those pretty eyelashes.’
‘O-okay… but dad… maybe if I suck you off you don’t have to punish me for what
I did, I realize it…’
Sam raised his eyebrows and tilted head a bit, smirking ‘Want to wrap your lips
around daddy’s cock? How can I say ‘no’ to that?’ He kissed him softly once
more ‘Go and lie on the bed.’
Castiel earned a slight smack on his ass as he walked by his father, he climbed
and lay on the bed, keeping eyes on his father. Sam followed him and climbed up
too straddling Castiel’s lap, careful not to drop his weight on him, and again
grabbed his junk in his large hand and started rubbing and squeezing to full
hardness, biting down on his lip.
‘The girls from my class say you are the hottest dad.’
‘And I’m all yours.’ Sam smirked. ‘Come on. I can have your attention now.’
Confident, Cas reached hands, flipped the button of the jeans and pulled the
zipper down. With little help from Sam he pushed them lower on his thighs along
with the underwear and Sam’s hard dick popped out eager, head already
glistening with pre-cum.  
‘Look what you do to me, son. I can’t help it… you are so pretty.’ Sam praised
and rubbed Castiel’s jaw gently bringing his face closer. He grabbed his dick
and circled Cas’ lips with the head, smearing pre-cum all over them. Cas
cracked his lips and slowly took his father’s dick in his mouth, barely going
half the way on it. Sam hummed and smirked. ’Such a good boy. Open wide for
daddy.’
Cas did. He probed up on his elbow, grabbed the base of his father’s cock,
stroking slowly but firmly and sucking the head, trying to bob up and down,
every time going farther than the previous. The lip gloss left on the shaft,
Sam moaning at the feeling of young wet mouth around him, and the sight of his
huge dick disappearing in his son’s mouth. Cas was hollowing his cheeks,
licking eagerly, moaning high-pitch and relaxing his throat.
Sam didn’t need much. It was too much of a turn on and that skillful mouth of
his son, those pretty eyes blinking up at him. He groaned and pushed Cas off of
him, lying him flat on his back. Sam grabbed his dick and started jerking hard
and fast, other hand cupping and kneading his balls. His upper lip gave a
twitch in a snarl and he moaned louder as his seed shoot out, pointing right at
Castiel’s face and as he was expecting it splattered prettily all over that
done up face, catching on tick eyelashes, dripping down to glistening full
lips. Cas panted, mouth parted. Sam squeezed and pulled at his dick till he
milked out everything, painting Castiel’s face.
‘So pretty.’ He smirked and breathed out reaching for the phone on his night
stand, taking few pictures of the sight. Castiel bit on his lip and blushed
shyly, as fingers ran on the mess on his face. ‘Tell me next time you want
cosmetics, Cas. I will gladly give you money.’
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