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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Castiel/Dean_Winchester, dean_winchester/omd
  Character:
      Sam_Winchester, Mary_Winchester, John_Winchester
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Monsters, Sexuality, Open_Sexuality, Open_Relationships,
      Interspecies_Relationship(s), all_the_sex, Voyeurism, Public_Sex, Public
      Sex_is_Normal, Sex_in_Front_of_Family_is_Normal, Sex_Everywhere_is
      Normal, Rimming, bit_of_wing_kink, Porn_with_a_touch_of_plot, Mostly
      porn, Age_Difference, mentions_of_Dean/others
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-02-11 Words: 5608
****** Suitable ******
by Miss_Lv
Summary
     Sexuality isn't hidden in bedrooms but rather open and celebrated
     with very little being taboo.
     Dean has had plenty of sex but he's never dated properly.
     That is until the older angel Castiel moves in next door.
Notes
     Have some fluffy dirty porn! Just a short thing.
See the end of the work for more notes
“Is it true that in Europe you can’t have sex with your pets?” Someone asks and
the class chatters.
“I heard they only let you have sex with monsters!”
“And you can only do it behind closed doors!”
“But what if you wanna have sex in a restaurant or at school?”
“You can’t!”
The teacher gets everyone to quiet down and Dean gives her his attention,
curious about the answer. Everyone knows that the rules change from place to
place, depending on what gods and goddess were worshiped. There were some
places where having sex at all was forbidden.
“Europe is a very big place and there are many different deities worshiped
there,” the teacher began. “As we all know, depending on who you worship, your
rules change. For example, New York worships the goddess Hanna and so when they
marry the bride and the groom have sex with everyone there.”
“I went to one of those weddings,” Benny muttered with a smirk.
“But also, each person is free to worship who they want, even if it’s not the
cities deity. No one is forced to do anything they don’t want.”
Dean frowned, wondering how weird it would be to worship another god than the
city you live in. He knew worshipers tended to band together, from shared
apartment complexes to entire suburbs. But you would always aim to end up in
the city or town that worshiped your immortal.
Dean was just glad he felt in tune with his parent’s goddess, Eve, was the
mother of monsters, so the city was really mixed in species. And big.
Sammy wasn’t sure if he would worship her, Lucifer’s call had pulled at him.
But since he was young no one was too worried. Sammy would know when he came of
age in a few more years. When Dean turned sixteen, he had just known deep in
his soul that Eve and him fit. If Sammy felt that with Lucifer, all they could
do was support him really. Some families were harsher but Dean’s parents had
told Sam he would be their son no matter what. But Dean wasn’t keen on Lucifer,
they had a lot of blood sex and in general were a more violent group. Dean
secretly hoped Sammy would stay with Eve. She was super violent too, but only
when pushed, never without a reason and rarely during sex.
He half listened to the teacher talking but kept an eye on the clock. Class let
out shortly after and Dean ducked from his friends with a wave. They were
meeting up for sex and while Dean was usually game he was craving a certain
kind of pleasure.
He waited for Sammy by the school door, idly watching as one of the teachers
fucked a student on the steps while a pretty girl blew a boy a few feet away.
Students walked around them, a few peering curiously, some with lust, but most
just walking around on their way home.
Sammy appeared soon enough and Dean waited as the younger boy kissed first Jess
and then his other girlfriend Ruby goodbye. Sam had been with Jess for a whole
year while Ruby was only a few months, but the trio seemed happy.
Dean had multiple partners before but he found himself a bit more like his
parents. They had chosen to be monogamous and raised Sam and Dean together
without ever bringing anyone else in beyond a occasional threesome and John had
helped a friend who wanted a child, breeding her up with a son. Adam was a nice
kid who they saw on occasion. But Dean admired his parent's devotion to each
other and he hoped to find something similar one day.
Sam walked up to him, bumping shoulders in greeting.
“We talked about world sexuality today,” Dean told him, just to watch Sam
rolled his eyes.
“It’s so dumb what people think. Like read a book or just Google it!” He
griped, going on about in depth sexual practices the entire walk home.
“Did anyone bug you about, you know?”
Dean shook his head. “Teacher didn’t even touch on it.”
Sam nodded his head in relief and Dean frowned at him.
“Someone giving you trouble?”
“Nah,” Sam replied too quickly.
“…Ruby made a comment,” he admitted after a pause and Dean frowned.
Both their parents were Hunters. A type of monster that looked human but was
more prey driven and primal. Every fall they went out and shot their own meat,
they lived on the edge of a city with a house that backed into the forest where
they could hunt. Dean and Sam regularly caught rabbits and game birds there.
Part of being a Hunter was having a dog. Hunters always had one traditionally,
bonding with a pup that lived with them all their lives. The dog wasn’t normal
either, pairing with a Hunter increased their intellect and prolonged their
lives. It was like a special friend growing up, someone who understood the
hunting instinct in a way others wouldn’t. Kinships, was the common term for
the special dogs and a lot of the kids at school liked to be dicks about the
sexual aspect. It was common place for the bond to be so strong that sex would
happen. Both Dean and Sam had that sort of relationship with their dogs. Their
mom did too when she was younger but their dad never had, it didn’t make any of
them more or less, they were all strongly bonded.
Bestiality was common enough, but it was a minority and so people could be
assholes.
“If she can’t handle it then you’re not meant to be,” Dean advised and Sam
nodded his head. “Jess never had any issues right?”
Sam again nodded.
“Don’t worry about it, you’re young and all that,” Dean teased and grinned when
his brother rolled his eyes but cracked a smile.
“What about you?” Sam turned the tables, shoving at Dean as they walked along
the park near their house.
“What do you mean?”
“Mom and Dad are worried, you haven’t had a serious boyfriend or girlfriend
yet.”
It was Dean’s turn to roll his eyes.
“Man, I screw around with all my friends, all the time, my teachers, and hot
guys on the street, but just because I haven’t ‘dated’,” he grumbled and Sam
laughed at him.
“It’s more than that, you’re more…I dunno. It’s a weird way to say it but
kinda… innocent, about relationships I mean?”
“What the hell!” Dean snapped and Sam ducked when Dean tried to punch his arm.
“Just teasing,” Sam backtracked but Dean knew he meant it.
Innocent? How the hell was Dean innocent?
They arrived home and so Sam took off without explaining it.
“Welcome home,” his mom called and Dean glared after his brother before
dropping his bag and going into the kitchen. His mom was putting finishing
touches on a truly glorious looking pie.
“How was today?”
“Good,” Dean offered with a shrug, eyeing the pie.
“Don’t even,” his mom warned sharply and Dean sighed, sometimes his mom let him
get away with an after school snack. Not today it looked.
“Your dad’s helping the neighbor move in and after that we’re having dinner
together,” she explained and Dean knew he’d have to wait for the pies sweet
siren song.
He wondered from the kitchen into the back yard. Impala, his dog, who was a big
german shepherd raised his head when Dean appeared. His parent's dogs, Azazel
and Michael were there too. Sam’s dog Gabriel was probably in his room with
him, that or stirring up trouble somewhere.
Dean patted Impala and his dog licked Dean’s fingers, following him off the
deck and down into the grass.
There was a big fabric hammock in the far corner of the yard, right where the
late day sun was shining and Dean dropped into it with a sigh. He pulled off
his shirt and kicked at his shoes, stripping down and laying with his legs
hanging over the side. He wiggled to the edge and spread his legs invitingly.
Impala didn’t need any more than that.
He licked at Dean’s thighs, spreading his scent on him, marking Dean. Humming
in approval Dean closed his eyes and swayed the hammock a bit, relaxing while
Impala’s tongue worked him over.
A cold nose nudged at his balls and then warm breath panted over him. Dean’s
dick began to fill out as Impala licked at his cock, long wet strokes over the
underside of it.
Spreading his thighs wider, Dean moved closer so his ass hung over a bit. It
gave Impala the access he needed and Dean sighed at the warm tongue over his
rim. He loved fucking but Dean knew he was all about getting fucked. Impala had
taught him that from a young age, there was nothing like a knot.
Dean wondered if he would find some big old werewolf and fall in love.
Benny had fucked Dean at lunch so he was still loose enough that Impala’s
tongue could dig into his ass. It felt wonderful but not too intense, a low-key
pleasure that left Dean boneless and at ease.
Impala would sit there and lick him for hours too.
The beep of a truck roused his attention though and Dean cracked an eye to
watch an unloading truck backing up into the neighbor’s driveway. The houses
were lined up closely enough to see each other’s yards.
Dean had enjoyed time with Impala in the yard hundreds of times and seeing
someone watch him was nothing new. But this was a stranger, the new neighbor.
He was older, younger than Dean’s parents but closer to their age than Dean’s
for certain. He was also very handsome with pale skin, dark short hair and blue
eyes Dean could see from across the yard. He had long dark wings coming from
his back as well.
The man was staring intently at Dean, a hunger in his gaze that Dean usually
didn’t reciprocate as strongly as he was now. Something about this stranger
resonated with Dean in a weird way. Sorta like how he had picked Impala from
his litter. Dean just knew this was someone important to him.
He watched his dad appear and the man finally tore his gaze away, talking with
John as they opened and unloaded the truck.
Dean watched them work, taking in the man’s figure and his strength. He handled
heavy furniture with the same ease as Dean’s dad so he had excelled strength.
His wings were a dead give away too, a harpy or an angel.
Dean was willing to bet angel from the way his dad was talking at ease with the
new man. Hunters and Angels got along famously. They both had a strong sense of
honor and were common in law enforcement. Both of Dean’s parents were cops and
the angel could be one as well. It would explain why John was so chatty, he
always took to fellow law enforcers.
Impala’s tongue hit a good spot and Dean jolted, dropping his head on the
hammock as he took his cock in one hand. He watched the man work with heavy-
lidded eyes, staring openly and admiringly as Impala worked him to an orgasm.
When Dean was right on the edge he whimpered a touch, a soft sound that the
stranger heard and turned to look at Dean. His wings shifted and Dean could see
them enlarging, puffing up, that was a sign of attraction right? Dean stared at
the man staring at him as he came, white spurts on his bare belly.
Flopping on the hammock he panted for breath as Impala cleaned him.
Relaxed but curious, Dean got dressed again and aimed to go over and help his
dad and this new interesting man but his mom called him. Dean ended up helping
with dinner, which was fine, but he kept an eye on the back window, catching
glances of the stranger from time to time.
“My, my,” his mom teased and Dean flushed. “Is it because he’s an angel or
because he’s so much older?”
“Mom,” Dean grumbled. He hated sex and attraction talks because they usually
ended in questions about if he was dating anyone and why he hadn’t.
“I’m just curious,” she defended, checking the roast while Dean mixed up a
salad. “Can’t a mom want to know her son’s sexual interests?”
Dean shrugged, eyeing the carrots as he sliced and added them.
“I dunno, I just noticed him is all.”
“Noticed him, Dean honey you eyed him like a pie and came to the sight of him.
It’s rare for you to be that taken so fast.”
Dean bit his lip and then decided to fess up. “I felt something.”
His mom paused in a telling way before trying to act casual.
“Oh?” She inquired with a false mildness.
“Yeah, something about him just kinda…resonated? Like with Impala.”
“He must be compatible with you, Hunters can usually tell a potential mate
straight away. You’ve never felt that before have you?” His mom prodded,
curious but not judging him.
Dean shook his head. “Not like that.”
“Angels are strictly monogamous,” she warned Dean. Throughout the years Dean
knew his mom and dad had invited a few people into their sex play, nothing long
term but a fling here and there. Angel’s didn’t work that way, they formed
single attachments and refused anyone but their mate. They usually asked the
same as well.
“As long as he doesn’t have a problem with Impala,” Dean decided and his mom
looked a touch surprised by it.
“Most angels respect the kinship bond, it’s why hunters and angels get on so
well.”
Dean nodded his head, looking at the food more than his mom’s probing gaze.
“I’m not trying to marry him or anything mom, I just said I would be ok with
it,” he grumbled.
“I know, that’s what caught me off guard. But I guess it makes sense, you’ve
never dated properly but you’ve always been sexual. Having someone in your life
would make them the focus of that sexuality,” she mused and Dean didn’t reply,
not knowing the answer really.
Thankfully his mom let it go and they finished dinner up. Sam appeared and set
the table while Mary went to fetch the men. Dean didn’t miss the way she warmly
welcomed the stranger and sent him ahead of her and John, tipping her head to
speak to her husband softly.
Traitor.
“Hi,” Dean offered weakly when the angel came into the kitchen. He was even
more handsome up close, Dean thought idly. He felt a touch silly with this
weird pull making him feel all soppy.
“Hello,” the man replied, his voice was deeper than Dean expected and it sent a
thrill up his spine. Impala padded over to him and sniffed the angel’s fingers
curiously. He didn’t pull his hand away from the dog, instead turning his palm
up to let Impala scent.
“My name is Castiel,” he greeted and it took Dean a second to realize he was
talking to him.
“Dean,” he replied a touch too fast and glanced at Sam, who was staring at them
incredulously. It wasn’t like Dean to be fumbling and awkward.
“I’m Sam, that dog that seems to like you is Impala, he’s Deans,” Sam explained
and Dean shot him a look. But Castiel was watching Dean and it kept messing
with his focus.
“I know, I saw them in the yard earlier.”
Dean felt his face flush, not with any sort of embarrassment but with lust.
“Impala and me are like that,” Dean stated the obvious. “Does that bother you?”
Castiel opened his mouth to reply but Dean’s parents finally arrived, John
looking at Dean with a keen interest. His mom totally ratted him out.
 
They made nice and settled into dinner, sitting around the table with the dogs
at their feet, taking scraps when given.
“Do you have a mate yet?” Mary asked Castiel point blank and Dean wanted to
sink in his seat a bit.
“No,” Castiel replied politely before cutting his gaze to Dean. “Not yet.”
There was intent in his gaze that went straight to Dean’s dick. He’d been
attracted to new people before but this was ridiculous. He wanted very much to
sit on Castiel’s lap but he wasn’t great at asking. Usually, his partners were
the ones taking initiative and Dean was along for the ride.
“Do we have to eat through the sexual tension in here?” Sam complained and
Castiel sat up a touch.
“I’m sorry,” he offered and Sam shrugged while Mary and John fixed their
youngest with a dark look for interfering. It was clear they had already
decided they liked the match.
Dean felt his cock push against his jeans and made a choice right then and
there. He pushed from his chair and stood up, going to where Castiel was
seated.
“Is it ok?” Dean asked and the angel was nodding, pushing his chair from the
table right away. Dean dropped to his knees and pushed his way between
Castiel’s thighs so he could start undoing his pants, his mouth already
watering. He felt a strong hand run through his hair and rest at the nape of
his neck.
“Dean said he felt something as soon as he saw you,” Mary divulged with a
smile. “I think it’s safe to say you felt it as well?”
Castiel nodded his head, looking up at Dean’s parents while he got the angel’s
cock out and eagerly wrapped his lips around it. He was already half hard and
as Dean slid the head along his tongue he felt it twitch.
“Dean was very striking, laid out as he was,” that low gravely tone said and
Dean could feel his body responding.
“He might not look it, but Dean’s a sensitive soul,” his dad warned and Dean
wanted to tell him to stop but the dick in his mouth was far more tempting.
Dean pushed it down his throat, rubbing his nose in Castiel’s dark pubic hair
for a moment. The scent was heavy and dark in a way he couldn’t explain but
immediately liked. Pulling off the thick cock Dean let a bit of spit hang from
his mouth to the head of the erection in his hands. He looked up at Castiel
from under his lashes, smiling softly as the man stared at him. The hand
resting on his neck squeezed as Dean rubbed his cheek on along Castiel’s dick,
pushing his tongue out to trace the fat vein along the underside.
“I understand,” Castiel finally replied to his dad, clearly not paying full
attention in a way that made John chuckle.
Dean rained soft kisses on the length of the cock and nosed at Castiel’s balls,
lapping at them as he let go of the dick and pulled at his own jeans while he
worked with his mouth alone.
“I’m sure you understand the bond between a Hunter and their dog,” Mary added
and Castiel swallowed. Dean glanced up at him, curious. The angel was staring
at him, such an intense look that Dean liked. Sex was fun and all but it had
never felt like this before, like Dean was the utter focus of this man’s life
rather than the moment.
“Castiel?” Dean’s mom prodded.
“O-of course, I would respect such a thing,” he finally rasped and Dean pulled
away and grinned at him. As he moved back and up Castiel’s hand on his neck
slid around to his face, cupping his cheek. A calloused thumb rubbed at Dean’s
lower lip and he eagerly swiped his tongue over it as he kicked off his pants.
Castiel’s wings shifted as Dean stood, they looked massive and amazing as Dean
settled in the older man’s lap. He was facing Castiel and offered a shy smile
as he reached between them to line them up. With the earlier sex today and
Impala’s rimming, Dean didn’t need prep but Castiel’s hands caught him before
he could sit down. Two warm hands cupped his ass and squeezed his cheeks but
stopped him.
“Could I bother you for some lubrication?” Castiel asked Mary and Dean’s mother
quickly got up to fetch some.
“S’ok,” Dean whispered but Castiel didn’t look remotely moved.
“I insist,” he replied calmly, voice so sure and certain that Dean kinda wanted
to melt. He’d always had a think for firm older guys.
His mom handed Dean’s preferred brand of lube to Castiel and the angel had it
opened one handed easily while he thanked her. Dean’s family was eating dinner
happily, watching Dean start a new relationship with that embarrassing glee
only parents could have, Sammy was no better, smirking in a way that promised
teasing later.
Dean ignored him and pressed his face to Castiel’s neck, breathing in his heady
scent as his arms winded around his wide shoulders. He was a bigger man, broad
like Dean’s dad. Dean himself was still small, a bit undersized for his age. He
was hoping for another big growth spurt but for now he settled for feeling tiny
in Castiel’s lap. At least he had a nice full ass that people often
complimented. Castiel still had one hand on it so he must have liked it. His
fingers squeezing in and kneading at it.
Wet fingers touched his hole, the lube was warming, Dean hated a cold feeling
of most brands. Castiel’s blunt fingers rubbed at his rim and Dean sucked in a
shaky breath, trying to relax his hole. When the fingers pressed a touch he
opened up for them, taking the tips into his body. Dean moaned and tried to sit
back more, looking for the burn he loved best. But Castiel’s other hand held
his ass tightly, not letting him. Dean heard a soft amused huff from him before
he eased a finger in, pushing up into the knuckle with a smooth motion.
His body took it greedily and he clamped down, feeling Castiel’s erection
twitch in answer from where it was pressed against his thigh. Dean’s own cock
was pressed to Castiel’s shirt, aching and eager. The tips of his fingers
brushed Castiel’s wing and when the man didn’t shy away, Dean let one hand sink
into the feathers. They were surprisingly warm and silky feeling. Dean wanted
them on his skin, rubbing between his thighs at some point. He’d never been
with someone with wings before and his hand explored them curiously, running
along the smooth feathers and feeling them twitch under his hand.  
When two fingers pressed up into his ass, opening his rim up on the inside Dean
moaned embarrassingly loud. He saw his mom hide a smile behind her hand and his
dad shook his head with a smirk.
“Don’t need prep,” Dean complained, pushing back on the fingers in him and
rolling his hips on them. Castiel let him but kept that firm hand on Dean’s
backside still, leading and controlling. Dean loved it; he had always liked
domineering partners.
“Come’on, please,” he breathed, moving back a bit so he could look at the man.
He gripped the edge of the table behind him and lifted his hips a touch in a
plea, shaking them hungrily. Castiel relented to him thankfully, wet fingers
leaving Dean’s hole as he took hold of his own cock and pumped it a few times,
spreading the lubrication.
He had a gorgeous cock, it looked so thick and Dean’s favorite was a nice hard
burn, he wanted it in him immediately.
When Dean felt it the tip kiss his hole he tried to sink down but Castiel’s
sure grip on his ass stopped him again, frustrating Dean as much as it turned
him on. His little brother chuckled at him but Dean ignored it.
“Let me,” Castiel commanded and Dean nodded his head breathlessly.
“Come on then,” he coaxed, wrapped around the larger man’s body and holding on.
Castiel moved him, sinking Dean down slowly. The thick head of his cock press
and rubbing over Dean’s hole in wet smacks thanks to the lube and Dean whined.
He relaxed his muscles and was so ready to be fucked. He felt the man press
more insistently, nudging a bit more up and Dean struggled to take it in, he
felt the slimy head pushing and gasped when it suddenly popped in, the tip
opening him up as Castiel stopped him from sinking down all the way.
He rocked a bit, not pulling out or going deep, just testing the waters it felt
like. Dean gave a irritated sound and he heard his mom smothering her laughter
now.
“Impatient little thing,” Castiel teased and his dad agreed lightly.
Dean just waited and sighed when Castiel inched a bit more in, letting Dean
slowly sink down on his cock. The thick length felt amazing, Dean knew a few
hung guys but Castiel was beating them out, opening him more than he could ever
recall before. He settled on Castiel’s spread thighs, shivering a bit as he
felt the throb deep inside him. It felt like he could feel it inside his guts,
a too full feeling he loved. Dean wiggled his ass, a lazy motion and Castiel
sucked a sharp breath, the hand still on Dean’s ass gripping him hard in
reprimand.
“Come on, fuck me,” he coaxed, leaning back and doing his best to look eager,
thighs trembling a bit. When Castiel lifted him and the cock in him sank out
Dean thought his inside were trying to grip at it, suck it right back in.
Castiel letting him sit back a bit fast, a slap of Dean’s ass on his thighs.
As soon as Dean touched down Castiel lifted him in a sudden thrust, yanking him
down into the motion and earning a whimper from Dean.
His parents were eating, the plates clinking as his mom asked his dad about his
day. Dean meanwhile began bouncing on Castiel’s lap, panting and clutching at
the man’s shoulders as he rode the cock in him. Castiel lifted him high once,
almost pulling out and then slammed Dean down, making him cry out as he hit the
bottom. They moved together, Dean trying his best but the position was awkward,
Dean on Castiel’s lap, they had to work together to fuck and Dean wanted badly
to be the one taking everything, submitting utterly.
When he sat up Castiel let him, looking at Dean’s face as he smiled weakly and
took the angel’s hand, leading him. The kitchen counter was right there and
Dean leaned over it, presenting his ass to the older man.
Castiel didn’t say a word, lining them up and slamming back into Dean. He
immediately fucked harder, moving in fast strokes that slapped Dean’s ass with
every lunge. It felt amazing and Dean was being loud but he didn’t care. He did
everything he could to move back to meet Castiel. The angel had a sure grip on
Dean’s hips and lifted him like he was nothing. The casual show of power made
him shiver. Dean’s tip toes brushed the floor but otherwise he was braced on
the counter taking the fucking.  
The larger man’s body pressed over his, and Dean was suddenly really into the
size difference, loving how strong and big Castiel was. He felt like he was
being overtaken, surrounded by him and he loved it. Castiel was watching him
intently, Dean peering at him over his shoulder as they pounded away. He was so
handsome, his eyes were mesmerizing and Dean whined on a hard slam, feeling
like the cock inside him was hitting all the best spots. It felt amazing.
Castiel was picking up his pace, fucking Dean faster, pumping back and forth
into Dean’s ass furiously. As he kept hammering away Dean’s panting got higher
as he felt the stirring of an orgasm. He clutched helplessly at the counter.
“Please, please,” he cried, feeling that perfect high rising inside his body.
Castiel growled, outright growled, and he worked even harder, sweat on his brow
as the delicious friction undid Dean. He sobbed into his own arm, body jerking
as he came without touching his own cock.
When he slumped down, Castiel panted over him, still working Dean hard,
slamming in intently, beginning to falter and lose his rhythm as he hissed.
“Come in me,” Dean cried and the angle on him gripped his hips too hard, enough
to bruise. His wings flared up, puffed as big as Dean had seen them so far, the
man’s face clenched in concentration as he slammed Dean back. He grinded into
him with his entire cock buried to the hilt in Dean’s ass. He could feel the
twitching inside him and Dean shivered at the idea of the man coating his
insides with his seed.
Castiel slumped over him, breathing hard as his wings slowly eased back down.
Dean laid under him content.
“Well,” his mother’s teasing voice called and Dean flushed red, he’d been so
loud and needy, like a little virgin, but it had been incredible.
Castiel pulled out slowly, his cock still hard. Before Dean could comment he
picked Dean up in an easy motion. Settling them back on a chair at the dinner
table, Castiel sat and then pulled Dean on his lap again. This time he faced
the dinner table. The head of Castiel’s cock surprised him when it bumped his
balls. Castiel adjusted himself and sank back into Dean, his cock still very
much hard.
“How are you…” Dean questioned.
“Angel’s usually take three of four climaxes to soften,” Castiel explained as
he laid a sweet kiss on Dean’s neck and settled him on his lap. Dean leaned
back, relaxing in the man’s hold.
“Oh,” he replied, feeling silly at how breathy it came out.
Sammy rolled his eyes and worked away at his dinner while their parents shared
pleased looks.
“A good match I’d say,” his mom offered and Dean managed a shaky nod,
distracted by the cock inside him. Whenever he shifted he could feel it against
his insides, tiny jolts of pleasure that made him whine a bit.
 
Castiel was pulled into the Winchester’s life quickly.
Dean’s family invites him to dinner almost every night and has him over
constantly. Dean figures the main reason they do this is because where ever
Castiel is, Dean’s usually there too. He follows the older angel like a
lovesick puppy, a silly smile pulling at his lips the whole time. Castiel
thankfully likes the attention and never seems bothered by Dean constantly
being around.
Impala came with him too; the usually spent the night at Castiel’s place. The
angel liked to fall asleep buried inside Dean. He would wake him by lazily
fucking Dean, waking him with an orgasm each morning.
After that Impala would lick him out, cleaning Dean’s sloppy come filled hole.
 
“Is that him?” Anna asked when Castiel came top pick him up.
Dean nodded and smiled at Castiel, waving.
“That’s the guy who won’t let you fuck anyone else?” Benny pressed with a
wrinkled nose. Anna politely elbowed him hard for Dean.
“It’s not like that,” she corrected.
“Yeah. Honestly, I’m too exhausted to fuck anyone else, Cas is a horny guy,”
Dean admitted with a shrug, heading over to where his angel was waiting.
“How many times?” Anna asked, always interested in other peoples sex lives.
“Six to eight a day,” Dean shrugged, smirking at her surprise.
“How big is he?” She inquired, leaning her head to his as she peered at
Castiel.
Dean laughed and closed the distance to the angel. Reaching up he pressed a
quick kiss to his mouth. Winking, he dropped to his knees.
Castiel might not want Dean having other partners but he had no issue letting
others see that he was the one fucking Dean.
Pulling Castiel’s cock from his trousers he eagerly sucked it down, making sure
to give Anna a good look as he worked.
“Brat,” Castiel accused lightly, a warm hand carding through his hair before
gripping it. Dean gave control over easily, letting Castiel move his head as he
pleased, fucking his face.
Dean looked up at him as he sucks Castiel off eagerly.
They’ve been a bit over the top the last few days, going at it over and over.
Last night Dean had gotten fucked in the grocery store, the cashier smiling
teasingly as Dean moaned. Even then they had barely made it home before they
were screwing again.
It was a celebration though.
They hadn’t told the family yet but Dean was pregnant. The first of many they
had decided, Dean wanted a big family and angels always bred in large numbers.
It just felt right.
Anna giggled as Castiel came, a warm gush down Dean’s throat as he swallowed
happily. He honestly didn’t miss sex with others. Castiel took such good care
of him, he really did. Dean was plugged, he always wore one to school now. That
way Castiel could slide it out and pound him easily when he got home.
The angel pulled him off his knees and Dean laughed when Castiel nudged him to
lean over the front of the car. He went eagerly as Castiel pulled his jeans
down and exposed his ass. The plug came out with a wet sound and the delicious
stretch of Castiel’s cock made him whine.
Dean couldn’t imagine a perfect partner for him.
 
End Notes
     This was fun and angst free!
     Still working away on various other Destiel fics and some more
     Gramander because I need it.
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