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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Major_Character_Death, Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester,
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester/Other(s), Castiel/Sam_Winchester, Castiel/
      Dean_Winchester
  Character:
      Dean_Winchester, Sam_Winchester, Castiel_(Supernatural), Gabriel_
      (Supernatural)
  Additional Tags:
      Consensual_Underage_Sex, Rimming
  Stats:
      Published: 2015-02-11 Updated: 2015-08-02 Chapters: 7/? Words: 10410
****** Tumblr shorts ******
by threewayofthelord
Summary
     Short bits I never expanded on even though I intended to. Most of it
     is just bullshit from my tumblr that I wrote so I don't have to go
     through my tags to see my stuff
Notes
     I'm separating each work by pairing. Wincest has two chapters,
     wincestiel is the first chapter. Gabriel has a gen chapter. Destiel
     is the last chapter
***** wincest, late wincestiel *****
Chapter Summary
     wincest, underage, wincestiel toward the end.
Wincest, underage, wincestiel-
Their first kiss was a slow tentative experiment; neither of them sure if it
would satisfy the hunger that had been gnawing at their souls.
-
They became bold. More touching, less clothing. Sam would get loud and Dean
would encourage him. They would start as soon as the impala was out of sight.
Their excitement almost got them caught when they forgot to lock the door. It
was John’s cell ringing on the bedside table that gave them a moment to part
before he walked in.
-
They created a routine. Once John headed out they would wait an hour to make
sure. Sam started the shower, Dean ordered food and then would join him. They
would wash themselves quickly, no touching each other and no kissing.
Food and a quiet hour of television.The motel door was bolted, the curtains
shut and the tv up, making sure there would be no witnesses to their desperate
crimes.
Once the clock read two am they came alive.
-
Even after Sam left to Stanford, Dean turned on the shower and ordered pizza.
John was out on his own so Dean had the whole night to wonder what was
happening in California. Sometimes if he was lucky enough to get a case nearby
he’d stop in to make sure his baby brother got what he needed.
-
Their routine changed after Jess. Dean was more tender, always letting Sam have
control. They spent a whole day just holding each other after John’s passing.
When Sam started having nightmares and visions Dean felt like he had brought it
on. He had sullied his brother.
He didn’t dare touch Sam after that.
-
After Mystery Spot Sam refused to turn the lights off without having Dean
curled around him, completely ravished.
-
After Hell, Dean couldn’t handle being on his knees.
When the Angels started appearing more often they took it as a sign to stop.
-
When Dean finally mustered up the nerve to lay his hands and mouth, among other
things on Castiel he felt like something was missing. Tarnishing a warrior of
Heaven wasn’t quite enough, he thought. Not without his brother there to help.
-
Something fierce and protective clicked in Dean when his brother kissed his
angel.
————————
May 2nd, 2001 sometime after 2 am.
It’s like he wanted to get them caught. Sam was riding Dean hard. Hands on the
headboard banging it against the wall with every thrust forward, moaning and
keening so loud the people in the next room were banging on the wall
threatening to call management. Dean was so turned on he didn’t care.
"Oh shit, oh fuck Dean you feel so fucking good." Sam showed no signs of
slowing down. Dean reached a hand down to stroke Sam’s swollen cock and Sam
slapped it away. "Fuck, not yet. You’re so hard I can’t come yet. Lemme do
this. Ugh, shit."
Dean put a hand on Sam’s shoulder and a hand on his waist, holding him steady
so he didn’t put as much weight on the headboard. He didn’t know if he could
hold back anymore. He kept his hips down and his legs open while Sam bucked
down hard, leaning just enough to give sloppy kisses to Dean’s forehead and
cheeks. With every moan Sam let out, Dean felt his muscles tighten as a strum
of heat shot from his toes to his belly.
"Sam let me touch you, I’m close. Come for me so I can fuck you on your back."
"Fuck Dean, not yet. You said I could ride you all night. You promised. It’s my
birthday and you fucking promised I could have anything I wanted."
"Sammy you’ll still be eighteen when we wake up. If dad is still gone you can
do it then too. I’m going to start chafing soon. Let me take care of you."
Sam slowed his movements, letting Dean take control and roll him on his back.
Dean took it easy moving in time with Sam’s thrusting into Dean’s hand. It
didn’t take long for Sam to come. A soft breathy, “fuck me" and he went limp.
Dean wasn’t far behind.
After cleaning up they lay together facing the locked motel door.
"Was it as good as you hoped, baby brother?"
"Better. Much better than just handjobs."
"Yeah well, we can do more than that now, anytime you want."
"They’re your stupid rules, Dean."
"Shut up. We’re supposed to be taking it slow."
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, man."
"Bitch."
"Jerk. Let me up, I want to go again."
"It hasn’t even been twenty minutes, Sam!"
"Then let me fuck you this time."
"Boy, you’ve got a mouth on you when you’re horny!"
-
--------------------------------------------
-November 2003 Sometime around midnight
Dean’s decided he missed his little brother too much to be in California
without visiting. Sam takes Dean out to a bar near the apartment where they get
a booth in the back. Sam’s hoping he doesn’t see anyone he knows. He doesn’t
need any distractions.
Sam is subdued most of the night but Dean eventually gets him buzzed enough to
open up about the past few months. Sam is talking and he’s sure Dean isn’t
really listening to what he’s saying because Dean’s intensely focused on the
label of his beer bottle while making small circular motions with his thumb
across the top of Sam’s hand.
"I think it’s time to get out of here, before you get too drunk to get back to
your hotel." Sam says, taking a look around at the mostly empty bar. "I have
papers due on Monday."
"Why can’t I stay with you until Saturday night? Twenty-four hours. That’s all
I want." Dean gives his best smile. Sam grins and shakes his head.
"No. Sorry but I’m going to head back before it gets too late, don’t drink too
much if you’re going to be driving. I’ll see you in the morning, Dean."
Sam stands to leave and Dean stands abruptly to follow, knocking over a half
empty bottle of beer onto the floor. ”Wait, Sam. Damn it, wait!” Dean’s trying
to sound forceful without raising his voice and Sam keeps walking because if he
stops he’s going to do something stupid like allow Dean to stay the night.
-
He gets home in record time and before having a chance to decide whether a
shower would be more important than sleep, there’s a knock at the door.
"I’m not home." He shouts.
"Let me in, Sammy. Let me in and I’ll do anything you want." Dean shouts back.
"Promise." He grins wide.
"I promise!"
"Swear it." He’s laughing.
"I swear on the impala."
Sam waits a few moments to compose himself before heading to the door. He opens
it just enough to see Dean staring at his shoes.
"You didn’t say please." He whispers.
"Please." Dean grunts back, frowning at his feet.
"You’ve got five minutes then you’re gone."
"I can live with that."
Sam opens the door and Dean is on him grabbing his shoulders and pulling him in
for a messy kiss. Sam’s getting his balance back and trying to close the door
and Dean’s already got his hands on Sam’s belt pushing his pants down. Sam
helps with the buckle and Dean’s on his knees. He’s sucking hard, lapping away
and smearing spit over his lips and over Sam’s hardening cock. Five minutes and
thirty seconds of rough tonguing and Dean is up and walking out the door. Sam’s
pants are half down his legs and his cock still hard.
"Really?"
”I’ll see you in the morning, Sam.” Dean waves back at him.
-----------------
2am. The laundromat is empty and Cas is sitting on the washing machine waiting
on the jeans so he can nap in the impala. Sam is keeping him company while Dean
gets his four in. Their conversation is scattered. Not that they don’t have
much to say, it’s just already been said. What Cas and Dean have isn’t
exclusive, especially not when they’re not even sure what it is. Cas wants to
share his love with both of them. Wants Sam to know that he is just as
deserving of Castiel as his brother is. He’s seen the two boys wrapped up in
each other after particularly difficult hunts. So afraid of losing each other
they take all comfort in taste and in touch, unafraid of the wrong twisted
feelings hiding in the dark of their minds. He wants to be a part of that
comfort, wants to wrap himself around both of them and shield them from the
world.
Sam takes to it quickly when Castiel first presses his lips to Sam’s. Sam is
more tender and thorough than Dean. He takes his time licking and biting at
Cas’ tongue and lips and just when Cas thinks he is going to pull away, Sam
kisses fervently, pulling him closer, bumping noses and clacking teeth.
--------------
They struggle to maintain the illusion of control.
Two queens, a double, two separate rooms, credit not debit. Wait in the car,
Cas
The illusion shatters the moment the door is unlocked.
Dibs on the shower and don’t get started without me.
-
Sam’s prayers are desperate half formed thoughts spilling from trembling lips.
Castiel is moving his hips too slow. His cock moving in and out of Sam in a
painfully gentle iteration.
Every ‘please’ is emphasised with a twitch of Sammy’s cock against Cas’ stomach
and Cas rewards it with a canter of forceful thrusts before slowing again to
the lazy slide of hips and knees.
Dean can hear Sam’s constant pleading and almost wants to give him relief.
Almost.
He begins undressing, slow heat filling his cock. He hears Sams loud protests
and Dean feels the loss. Just as Sam is about to come, Cas pulls out
completely. He holds himself above his lover, wings brushing along shaking
thighs and just as Dean enters the room Cas grants Sam’s prayers and allows him
release.
--------------------------
Sam’s legs are stretched out over Cas’ shoulders. His thighs are trembling.
He’s trying to hold most of his weight to keep Cas thrusting fast but his
muscles are failing him. He’s getting closer and he can’t hold his legs up much
longer. Dean sees him struggling and can’t help but smile. His baby brother is
trying to keep it easy on his angel.
"Put your legs on him, Sam. Pull him down. Don’t you dare stop, Cas. Slow down
a little, Sammy is getting close." Dean flashes a smile at Sam before standing
behind Cas, putting his hands on his waist and slowing his thrusts. "Slower."
"Please, Dean. Please, faster." Sam’s moving his body, trying to make Castiel
speed up, hoping to force a new rhythm, knowing it’s pointless. Castiel won’t
speed up unless Dean allows him to.
"He’s close, Dean. I can feel him." Castiel digs his fingers into Sam’s thighs
and pulls his hips in hard, but he does not speed up.
Sam’s cock is dark and swollen and his balls drawn in. His hands are gripping
the headboard so hard they’re shaking. “Dean, I want to come.” It comes out
quiet through gritted teeth.
Castiel wants to slam hard and fast into Sam, wants him screaming loud and
wants Sam’s hands all over him. He keeps his pace until Dean starts moving his
hips for him. Pushing Cas into Sam a little faster, a little less deep. Dean
lets Castiel continue and makes his way to Sam carefully wrapping his hand
around Sam’s cock, pumping fast and hard.
”I want you coming before him, Cas.” Dean locks his eyes with Castiel’s, giving
a wry grin. “Come for me.” Castiel lets his hips push hard and fast and deep
and he couldn’t stop unless Dean physically forced him to and suddenly he’s
coming.
"I would like to kiss Sam." Cas can feel his legs giving out.
"Not until he comes, Cas." Dean is stroking Sam and it’s not enough. Castiel is
trying to stay hard, trying to continue fucking into him. Trying to give him
enough. Sam is whimpering, raw and impatient.
"I’m-I’m coming, Dean. I’m coming." Sam’s thrusting hard into Dean’s hand and
spunk is shooting all over his belly. Cas pulls out and throws himself next to
Sam kissing him earnestly and Sam’s breathing hard into Cas’ mouth, cracking a
big crooked smile. They keep kissing while Dean plows into Cas, grunting and
moaning.
***** wincest *****
Chapter Summary
     no real plot to these
Chapter Notes
     wincest, underage, john winchester
Dean pushing his face into the pillow; moaning and writhing and fisting hard at
the sheets trying to stay on his knees.
Sam’s taking his time licking Dean open only using his fingers when Dean starts
pushing back and begging.
Dean’s legs are getting weak and the muscles in his lower back are starting to
spasm. He doesn’t want Sam to stop so he pushes his legs further apart and his
dick slides against the rough sheets. He can’t help the little thrusts into the
bed to help ease some of the tension. Every time Sam pushes in Dean’s not sure
if he wants to push back for more or slide forward to fuck into the bedding.
He’s urging Sam to fuck him already and Sam just takes his time.
It doesn’t take long for Dean to come, hips stuttering against the bed while
Sammy thrusts his fingers into him. Dean’s limp and sore but he’s still
demanding a good fucking. His enthusiasm overrides the ache in his thighs when
Sammy slides into him.
---------------
 
Sammy skipping school because John won’t be at the apartment.
Dean waiting for him by the door.
Dean fucking Sam hard against the door.
Sam moaning loud and breathing hard; every sound forced out by the hammering of
Dean’s hips against Sam’s ass.
The sound of the door latch smacking into the strike plate after each thrust,
echoing into the hall.
The old lady next door complaining to John about the noise when he comes home.
Dean apologising; saying he left the tv on too loud. Sam staring intently at
his spaghetti.
John thinking something’s up, but letting it go for another day.
-------------------------------
Sam hates having to change schools all the time. He’s always so grumpy for the
first week so Dean compromises with him. Dean will let Sam fuck him every night
that he plays nice at school. He’d let him do it whether or not Sam does well,
but it feels even better knowing Sam was friendly just so his brother would
ride him.
John notices the change in Sam’s behaviour right away. He thinks Sam’s growing
out of his rebellious stage. Quite the opposite is happening. Sam gets rough on
days John is around. Dean has to give extra incentive to keep Sam from saying
or doing anything that would give their father a reason to punish Sam further
by taking him out of school. Sam’s old enough to do correspondence courses if
he still wants his diploma and it upsets Dean that John would do exactly that
if it meant having more time to hunt.
Dean lets Sam spank him; Lets him bite and scratch and fuck him loud and hard
and fast after John leaves. Sam’s anger is quick to dissipate, leaving him a
crying mess they’re done. Dean can only promise that it will get better as they
get older. He knows what Sam wants to do after high school and he hopes he’ll
be able to let Sam go.
-------------------------
Sam’s legs shake when Dean’s riding him and he brushes his hands up and down
the rise and fall of Dean’s torso oh so gently. Sam's holding Dean steady while
he rocks up and back and Dean leaning in and biting Sammy’s neck and
encouraging his baby brother to put some effort into it.
“I’m not going to break” Dean would state.
“We’re just getting started.” Sam would return.
-----------------------------------
Sam riding Dean in the backseat of the Impala, moaning loud as he can and
grinding down enthusiastically. The car is parked right in front of the room
where John is passed out drunk. It’s Christmas Eve and the motel is deserted,
the management even taking the night off.
Every time they get to do something special like this Dean doesn’t think he can
go back to quiet rushed handjobs under the covers. Even then Sam tempts fate by
whimpering and bucking against Dean. He has a death wish, Dean can feel it deep
down, just as deep as the moaning against his neck, the licking and biting and
sucking kisses over skin that will need to be covered come morning and Dean
isn’t sure he can hold back.
It always ends too soon for him. If luck is on his side tomorrow, John will
forget (again) that it’s a holiday and head out on the lead he’d been talking
about before falling asleep at the table.
---------------------------------
Sam and Dean cleaning each other’s wounds after a long hunt. Dean jokingly
kisses the scrape on Sam’s hand to make it feel better but Sam’s not laughing.
He raises his other hand for Dean to kiss and peels the sleeve of his shirt
over his shoulder so Dean can reach a yellowing bruise. Dean kisses every
scratch and bump and then some until Sam’s a panting mess.
Dean pulls his shirt off, revealing the purple bloom spread across his chest
and ribs.
‘That ghoul got you pretty good, man’
‘Woulda avoided it if you hadn’t fallen down the steps, Sammy. Now pucker up
and make me better.’
--------------------------------
'So are you two going to fuck me or is he just going to watch?'
Dean’s in the front seat of the impala with his hand under her skirt. Sam
doesn’t know her name. Dean took his time picking her up so he must have been
wasted. She’s writhing and kissing up Dean’s neck, running her hands over every
part of him she can reach.
Sam can’t help palming himself to relieve some of the pressure and if Dean
takes much longer with the girl Sam’s not going to make it to the main event.
‘Sweetheart, I just want to get you off. My brother likes a little show every
now and then.’ She pulls back from Dean and raises her brows at Sam, mouth half
open, before regaining control of her features.
‘Is this some sort of role play thing?’ Sam just keeps rubbing himself through
his jeans, so used to comments about them being brothers before questions about
a potential threeway. Dean just gives her his trademark grin and wink before
pulling her close and really working her up. She forgets herself as he brings
her closer to completion and Dean keeps his eyes on Sam. After a silent and
shaky orgasm she collects her things and Dean whispers sweet thank yous into
her ear before helping her out of the car. She asks him a question after
they’re both out but Sam can’t quite make out the words. Dean says something
back that upsets her because her tone turns accusatory and Dean just walks past
her to the drivers’ side. She’s still yelling as they drive out of the lot and
Sam’s lost any heat that had been building.
‘What was that about?’
‘Told her she couldn’t join us because you’re mine. She took it personally. You
enjoy the show or you need another one because I gotta tell you, chicks like
that are hard to find.
“Come out to my car so my brother can watch” isn’t exactly alluring.’ He looks
back at Sam through the mirror, grinning like a loon.
‘I’m good, man. Sober now.’ Sam’s still loose and warm but he feels more awake
after watching the girl get off.
‘Good. It’s my birthday now, you know.’
‘I know. You going to ride me or what?’ Sam keeps his tone flat and Dean
scoffs.
‘Or what. That’s your thing. I want you to show me a good time. I’ve earned
it.’
‘I can lick you open first.’
‘You say the sweetest things, Sammy.’
—- Dean’s on his knees rocking back against Sam’s face, whimpering and gasping.
Sam keeps having to pull his fingers out of Dean and pushing him away before
continuing to tongue at Dean’s opening. Dean’s arms are splayed out and his
face is pushed into the pillow, his head wedged against the headboard and
mattress. Sam is working his fingers back into Dean when he starts pushing
against Sam again.
Sam pulls back and stands. ‘I’m not going to fuck you if you can’t control
yourself.’
Dean pushes himself up and turns over, spreading his legs open. ‘Didn’t tell
you that you could stop, Sammy.’
Sam just rolls his eyes and runs his hands up Dean’s thighs before settling
himself between them. He pushes a finger into Dean and licks the crease of his
inner thigh. ‘Gonna
make this good, but only if you can hold still.’
Dean slams his head back into the pillow and sighs. ‘Fine. I’ll do my best.’
Sam pushes another finger in and starts thrusting away while he licks and sucks
at Dean’s perineum. Dean starts pushing against Sam again and Sam slows his
movements before pulling away completely.
'Or I can just fuck you now.’
Dean makes a face that could be shock or excitement so Sam ignores it and grabs
the lubricant. He runs a finger against Dean’s puffy hole before slicking his
cock and pulling at it. Dean hisses but keeps himself still. He’s allowing the
roughness. Knows Sam’s been slighted by Dean’s impatience. Knows exactly what’s
coming next. Or hopes he knows. Sam flips Dean and pulls him up on his knees,
letting him lean back against Sam. Dean steadies himself and braces for Sam’s
cock. Sam bites and licks at Dean’s neck before letting him fall forward. He
walks over to the second bed and flops onto his back. He looks over at Dean and
purses his lips. ‘You going to ride me or what?’
Dean laughs and rolls himself up to standing. He’s still chuckling as he
straddles himself over his brother. ‘Or what.’
-----------------------------
Dean on his knees, belly to his thighs, rocks back as Sam slides his fingers in
and out steady as he can. He tuts, and pulls Dean’s wrists back tightly with
his other hand. Every time Dean moves, Sam pulls tighter letting the sting of
pain move Dean a little more. Dean drops his head, stills himself, and takes
long slow breaths.
Sam teases his rim with the very tip of his cock, up and down, pushing gently
as to cause a shiver to travel through Dean’s spine. Sam sighs and watches his
brother’s struggle to keep from pushing himself against Sam.
‘Now Dean, you’ve always needed to learn the value of patience.’
---------------
***** Gabriel *****
Chapter Summary
     i never finished this but i didn't want to scrap it- no warnings, no
     pairings.
The first thing he felt before opening his eyes was heat so fierce it shook his
body. His muscles hurt like nothing he had ever felt before, his heart felt
like someone was squeezing it dry and his head filled with ice. He wondered if
this is what it felt like to be human. He wanted to die. Again.
When the extreme heat and cold subsided, he hefted himself up on his elbows and
dared a glimpse of things around him, expecting to see Lucifer. His brother
must have wanted an encore performance. When big brother sets out to do
something, he makes sure it’s done right.
His vision cleared and he stretched his limbs, feeling everything pop and
crack. Castiel stood above him, a very different, alien feeling Castiel. Blood
was running down his arm and black goo out of his nose and mouth. Before
Gabriel could chance a question, Castiel was gone. The Elysian Fields motel was
dark and dusty and in disrepair as if last night never happened.
He flexed his fingers, toes, and stretched his limbs. He felt whole. His Grace
flared bright and his wings stretched wide. Six, gold, and full. Enough power
to destroy an entire galaxy all wrapped within his tiny vessel. He hadn’t felt
this strong since before leaving home. He could hear The Song, but felt great
loss. He could very faintly feel Michael and Lucifer, caged, but there was
nothing of Raphael. His grace not even scattered within this universe. He could
not feel most of his family. The mourning within the Host began to make sense,
though Castiel’s appearance didn’t.
He seemed odd considering his condition the last time he encountered Gabriel.
Slowly fading away for two boys from Kansas. Something was very wrong. It was
time to see what was happening upstairs.
-
Gabriel wasn’t expecting a big welcoming party. He was expecting maybe a
hundred or so to drag him to the idiots who thought they had a say in things.
There were very few angels attempting to communicate with him. There was a
massive darkness in one man’s heaven so he landed there first, finding hundreds
upon hundreds of burnt wings and empty vessels. The man flying his kite through
the yard obliviously stepped over and around each vessel as if choreographed to
avoid noticing the stain upon his memory.
Something akin to fear shot through Gabriel’s body as understanding dawned on
him and as he flew back to earth he knew to avoid the ink stained grace
stretching out and searching for him. He had a brother that he could still save
as long as he kept his distance until he could find his lantern. He had a date
with a hot mama in purgatory.
First he had a pair of sad humans to visit.
do ut des
***** wincest *****
a witch pitying Sam and Dean and spritzing them with amortentia.
They complain all day about the summer heat.
"God man, you’re extra rank today; go get a damn shower…and don’t use up all
the hot water washing your luscious locks, princess."
“You’re such a freaking jerk, Dean.”
She tries again, this time slipping some in a bottle of wild turkey she found
in the impala.
Both boys get blackout drunk but nothing happens.
She traps Dean and gives him a fresh dose, complaining about how much of a pain
it is to perfect and how she wants to give people the love they deserve. He’s
unimpressed to the point she leaves him there and moves out of town. When Sam
finds him a few hours later, he complains about the audacity of witches and how
Sam took way too long to find him.
“Hurry up, man. I’m starving. Now all the pizza joints are closed.”
"There was a bar I passed that has delivery."
"Alright, Sammy!"
-------
I have the comfiest pair of thin cotton men’s pajama pants on and all I can
think of is Sam and Dean wearing these; rutting against each other on a too
small hotel mattress, calling each other ‘bitch’ and ‘jerk’ and making it a
competition that whoever comes first gets last shower and Dean puts up a real
fight but makes sure he comes first because Sammy hurt his back during a hunt
last week and he hasn’t been the same. It just means he can finish Sam off with
a blowie and a fuck. Dean will never admit how much he loves Sam’s spit messy
cock sliding in him; how much he revels in the burn that lasts until the next
time they get to go slow and easy.
----
Dean and Sam sitting quietly on an old junker in Bobby’s backyard after their
father’s passing. Deans sulking and Sam doesn’t want to break the silence or
the walls Dean is using to keep himself together. He puts his hand gentle as he
can on Dean’s shoulder. Dean stays silent but Sam can feel every tremor he
tries so hard to hide. Sam won’t say anything to risk a hit to the face or Dean
running off without him. After a few minutes Dean hops off the hood and heads
inside.
Sam waits until the porch light comes on and the dog starts barking before
heading in. Dean’s place at the table is empty but there’s an empty plate in
the sink and Bobby is still sober.
Bobby says nothing when Sam heads upstairs to the spare room. Dean’s already in
bed, facing the wall. Sam undresses and slides into bed; he lies on his back
staring at the ceiling, making shapes out of the cracks and swirls in the old
plaster. He’s almost asleep when Dean turns to him and pulls him close.
"Swear you’ll never leave me."
“Dean.”
“Swear.”
“I swear.”
“I can’t lose you. Not ever.”
“You won’t.”
He doesn’t know why that particular memory is dogging him. It wasn’t the first
or last time they’d had that conversation. Not the last tragedy Or remarkable
to the many years with and without each other.
This imposter. This broken, twisted creature wearing his brothers soft smile
and bright eyes is a marionette. Dean would never do this to him. Leave him
empty and wanting. Sam thinks back on the memory and prepares for the next
round of torture from the creature wearing his brothers’ face.
"Get your stuff, Sammy. We got a case."
-----------------------------
I want Dean on his knees using Sam’s legs to keep him up while he sucks and
slurps at Sammy’s dick. His neck is aching and his legs are long past numb but
he won’t stop until Sam forgives him. Sam keeps his hands on the armrest of the
old wingback, fingers digging into the leather and making new lines. Dean’s
making small high pitched noises that has Sam pushing his hips up. He’s trying
to stay gentle, let Dean give but it’s really difficult once Dean starts
pulling at Sam’s hips, bringing him off the chair. Dean lays back and pulls Sam
to him, trying to get him to kneel above Dean; to fuck his mouth leaning over
him on all fours. Dean’s grip on his hips is almost painfully tight. Sam won’t
let him pull any further. He was okay with Dean’s need to submit but he’s
refusing to let Dean turn this into some sick punishment. Sam lays next to him
on the cold floor and pulls Dean to him, cradling Dean to his chest. When Dean
stops trying to pull away Sam kisses every part of Dean that he can reach
without letting go of him.
---------------------
***** winchester bros [gen] *****
Chapter Summary
     i wrote this for the winchesterbrothersficchallenge. they give you a
     prompt every month and a partner. Neither my partner nor the mods
     responded to me when i gave this to them to look over so it kind of
     just got lost in the ether. ive sent multiple asks about the
     challenge but still haven't gotten a response. Seems like less and
     less people are doing it every month which sucks because it's got a
     good premise.
     I haven't edited it since I last looked over it so here it is in it's
     messy rough draft glory.
Hotel swimming pools are disgusting, Dean thinks. It doesn't matter how much
chlorine goes into that water, there's millions of little flakes of human skin
and questionable body fluids going into the pool for everyone to share.
Dean wishes Sam never asked for help with his biology homework because now he's
constantly worrying about that kind of thing.
So here Dean is sitting in ninety degree weather on a deck chair that is more
duct tape than anything while Sam jumps from the diving board into the twelve
foot cesspool. He tried talking Sam out of it by plying him with pizza instead
of canned pasta, the extra soda, and even the remote for the night. Sam, being
the smart kid Dean raised him to be, took the extra soda and the pizza the
night before. Dean woke to Sam putting on a pair of Dean's old swim trunks and
heading out before Dean got out of bed.
John rarely goes to motels with pools so Dean allows it. He's in a giving mood
today so he doesn't even bother trying to make Sam get out a second before he's
ready.
Sam's red all over by the time he does get out. Dean suggests looking for a
cheap place to eat dinner. They stop at a pharmacy on the way back to get aloe
for the wicked peeling Sam's going to have in the coming week.
-
It's another six or so months before they stop at another motel that has a
pool. This one's bigger and looks better maintained than the last. They're
supposed to be there for two weeks so the first thing Dean does is invest in
sunscreen for Sam. He looks for a pair of swim trunks that will fit his brother
now that he's gone through another major growth spurt. Dean finds a bright
yellow pair with blue palm tree silhouettes all over at the local Goodwill. He
almost feels bad for the five finger discount but he's got a growing boy to
feed.
Sam only bitches about the colour on the first day. No one else seems
interested in the pool so he's by himself. He's complaining that he's bored.
The pool has a net set up so Dean goes in search for the ball. He's digging
through the area that has all the cleaning supplies when Sam starts whining at
Dean to hurry up.
He finds the ball. The stitches on it are worn and it's going flat. He tosses
it at Sammy to surprise him but he smacks it back at Dean just as quick. It's
difficult volleying in his position but there's no way he's going in. After a
few minutes he doesn't have a choice. He gets close to the edge of the pool
when he walks around to his chair when Sam's hand shoots out and swipes at his
ankle.
The fall feels like it's in slow motion. He sees the greenish water approaching
and he prays the chlorine doesn't ruin his jacket. Sam's laughter echoes in the
distance. Kid's gonna get his, Dean thinks as he hits the water with a deep
"sploosh!"
He swims for the edge and gets his jacket, shoes and pants off before swimming
to Sam. "You're gonna get it now! If my jacket is ruined, you're going to owe
me big time!"
Sammy's laughing too hard to care when Dean splashes him. He lets Dean pick him
up and throw him in the deep end. They chase and tease each other and
eventually start up a game of volley ball when another couple joins them. Sam
and his partner defeat Dean's team with very little effort. Dean blames Sam's
height and calls it an unfair advantage.
By the time they get back to their room, Sam is a few shades darker and Dean is
completely red. His freckles stand out on his sunburnt skin and he hisses when
Sam touches at his shoulders. Dean goes through his bag, looking for leather
cleaner and hoping the faded creases can be improved if not saved.
Sam brings Dean the bottle of aloe they bought so many months ago. Sleeping
proves difficult with the pain affecting every inch of his upper body. Sam
refrains from laughing when Dean hisses every few minutes from trying to turn
over throughout the night.
-
The cabin they're staying in needs repair so John brings materials for Sam and
Dean to work on while he's away. The porch and frame on the front door need new
wood and the inside of the cabin needs a deep cleaning. There's a lake twenty
minutes from the cabin so they start with sanding and varnishing the porch to
give it time to cure and head down. Sam took note of the boat launches he saw
as they drove past. They find an inlet that's not too overgrown or stagnant.
It's not quite deep enough for them to swim so they wade out a bit, trying to
keep their distance from the boat markers.
Dean makes sure they don't stay too long this time without reapplying sunscreen
though he still gets burn. Thankfully, Sam doesn't.
They have macaroni and hotdogs for lunch, Dean making sure to save some for
Sam's dinner. Sam starts cleaning the inside of the cabin while Dean repairs
the doorframe. It takes Dean three hours and several splinters in one hand.
"Coulda done this faster with both gloves, Sam."
"Shoulda kept better track of your things, Dean."
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They make the most of the month they're at the cabin. When John returns, his
boys are taller and darker than when he left. It's breaking his heart missing
them grow, leaving his boys and returning to men. He wants to stay a few days
to spend time with them but there are other pressing matters to attend to. Sam
argues against any decision he makes. Always has. Dean still tries to play the
neutral party but John can see the looks he gives Sam.
Protective.
John knows if it came down to it, Dean would choose Sam. He's glad of it. The
fear that the Yellow-Eyed demon did something to Sam keeps John from holding
his tongue. He needs his boys to be fighters. Needs to make sure they stay
close and protective of each other.
There's a lot of things John Winchester feels ashamed for. Deep in his soul, he
knows he did right by his boys.
Hoping for a bit of peace, John suggests one more day to rest before heading
out. Sam rolls his eyes and heads to the boys' room, slamming the door behind
him. Dean asks if John would like to see their swimming spot.
***** destiel *****
Castiel being pulled out of a dead sleep just as Dean lowers himself onto
Castiel’s morning erection.
Castiel complaining that he has to pee and Dean just rides him a little
rougher; making Castiel really feel the burn and ache in his belly.
 
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Dean giving Castiel his first ever blow job and Castiel can’t keep from pulling
on Dean’s hair or rubbing his fingers at the area where his dick slides into
Dean’s mouth. Every time Dean tongues at the ridge at the head of Cas’ cock or
rubs his knuckles up and down Cas’ perineum, Castiel lets out a breathy, “Oh,
Oh, please!”
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Dean watching Castiel stroking himself off through the reflection of the hotel
mirror. Castiel is in the bathroom trying to get it over with (stupid human
needs) and he thinks Dean is still out getting breakfast so he’s trying to keep
quiet and not wake Sam. The bathroom door wouldn’t latch right so he’s standing
off to the corner near the tub and Dean’s caught a glimpse and can’t help
moving closer.
By the time Castiel’s body becomes taut and frantic, Dean is in the bathroom,
not even a foot away. Castiel looks up and once the surprise wears off, Dean
moves into his space and Dean’s hands brush down Cas’s arms. Castiel comes
quietly leaning into Dean’s chest and Dean just holds him while he calms. After
Cas recovers, Dean kisses his cheek and tells him he bought an extra doughnut
if he’d like it. He wiggles the doorknob a few times and latches the door
properly so Castiel can clean up in private.
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Castiel on his knees whining and grunting; his hands pulling at the sheets
while Dean drives into him from behind, licking and biting at Castiel’s
shoulders and pushing his head into the pillow. Dean not knowing how wide and
puffed out Castiel’s wings are around him.
 
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Now that I think about it, what would be better than Dean taking his sweet time
fingering Castiel open. When Cas is a begging, whimpering mess, Dean rubs the
head of his dick in small circles around Cas’ rim, never pushing in; Waiting
for his dear Castiel to threaten him with angelic fury. Nothing turns Dean on
as much as his nude, impatient, blushing nerd angel. He tries to make the
teasing last as long as he can and of course Castiel will have none of that,
eventually flipping Dean and riding him within an inch of his life.
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Castiel figuring out Dean loves when he talks dirty. He starts with breathy
little moans and yes pleases and Dean responds in moaning and keening. The
dirtier it gets, the harder Dean fucks back into him; he gets enthusiastic
about it, telling Dean he’s a pretty slut for his cock and fucking Dean so hard
the bed is groaning in protest and the lights are flickering. Dean can’t see
when Castiel’s wings snap out wide as he comes but he hears his things being
swept off the shelves and the lightbulbs and mirrors shattering and raining on
to the concrete.
 
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Photographer Dean getting contracted to document singer Castiel’s world tour.
Dean crushing hard on Castiel and falling more in love with every frame he
edits. Castiel seeing Dean’s work after every show and realising Dean feels the
same. Castiel getting his own camera and taking pictures of Dean when Dean
isn’t looking and making a set for Dean to see. Some of the pictures are out of
focus or cut off funny, but they show all of the parts of Dean Castiel has been
pining for all these months. The way Dean holds his head in the crook of his
elbow when he’s tired and still trying to focus; the outward bend of his knees
even as he stands tall to reach for the coffee in Castiel’s trailer; the
sideways smile he only has for his brother and Castiel; The soft glow of gold
when the sun passes behind him, always leaving Castiel breathless.
The last photo in the tour documentary being Castiel and Dean’s wedding photo.
 
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ABO high school AU- Castiel transfers shortly before his 17th birthday, (the
average time alphas go through their first rut) and meets Dean who finds every
way he can to hide the fact he’s an omega. Most omegas aren’t ready to breed
until their eighteenth year. Castiel doesn’t mind because he’s never
particularly been drawn to anyone.
Castiel’s birthday passes with no sign of him cycling and he feels at ease
knowing his growing attraction to Dean will not ruin the friendship they’ve
developed. Castiel doesn’t know Dean had hopes to find an alpha who would
consciously choose him before their bodies made the decision for them.
Much to Castiel’s dismay, as Deans birthday draws closer and his scent is much
more difficult to hide, Cas begins showing signs of being ready to mate;
agitation, trouble focusing, restlessness, fever, and nausea. Dean takes
Castiel jogging with him in the mornings to help calm him. It works until the
week of Dean’s birthday.
One morning Dean runs a bit ahead of Castiel, who tackles Dean to the ground
and bites him on the neck. Castiel, appalled, begins spouting apologies before
running off to his home. Dean follows him there and comforts him. It’s almost
time for school, Castiel allows Dean to shower and change at his place instead
of making Dean walk home. Dean unsure of how to help Castiel, leaves his sweaty
clothes in Castiel’s hamper. Benny once told Dean the best way to get through a
cycle is to get an unmated omega to let you have a sniff.
Castiel makes it through half the day before his rut kicks into high gear. He
is sent home by the nurse with a small booklet on how to get through a cycle as
quickly and painlessly as possible.
For three days he’s alone trying to calm the hot ache and refraining from
indulging in his hormone driven urges. He’s too afraid to ask Dean for what the
pamphlet describes, whether it be an old shirt or a few drops of sweat.
While tossing his linens in the washer, he discovers Dean’s sweaty running
clothes. He spends the rest of his cycle with his nose buried in the rumpled
clothing and both hands on his dick.
He is grateful and angry but unable to follow through on either emotion when
Dean climbs through Castiel’s window wearing only a smirk and a pair of
trainers, his own cycle beginning.
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Dean giving Castiel his first ever blow job and Castiel can’t keep from pulling
on Dean’s hair or rubbing his fingers at the area where his dick slides into
Dean’s mouth. Every time Dean tongues at the ridge at the head of Cas’ cock or
rubs his knuckles up and down Cas’ perineum, Castiel lets out a breathy, “Oh,
Oh, please!”
 
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Castiel is having a hell of a time staying quiet. His legs are trembling and he
feels sweat sliding down his back and pooling between his shoulder blades. Dean
is teasing little gasps out of him; working for a full moan that Castiel has so
far held in.
Dean’s sliding a small vibe along the inside of Castiel’s thighs and pushing it
against his perineum. Castiel’s dick gives a weak twitch and dribble of precome
with every long pass. He’s thrusting into the blankets; short little jabs that
don’t give very much relief when Dean starts circling Castiel’s hole with the
vibe.
“C’mon, Cas.” Dean pushes his hips down. Castiel just pushes back into the
vibe. No sound but his harsh breathing.
Heat is shooting like lightning from his toes to his belly and he’s ready to
come.
Dean is just sliding a lubed finger in when Cas tenses and his hips begin to
stutter.
“Don’t, Castiel.”
Cas screws his eyes shut and turns his head into his shoulder to keep the
shuddering groan in. Dean doesn’t quite make it to three fingers in when
Castiel barks out a whine; jarring his hips into the now messy comforter.
Dean strokes him through the aftershocks before laying him on his side and
pushing into Castiel’s twitching puffy hole.
“I think you can do better, man.”
 
 
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Dean Smith cheats every once in awhile when the sneaky delivery guys slip
coupons under his door. They’re not allowed to do it but nobody complains
because there’s always a buy one get one deal on the flyers.
Dean likes ordering pizza. He wouldn’t say slightly soggy crust and too few
toppings are worth fifteen dollars, but when the cute delivery boy knocks on
his door he’s stumbling over to where he set the money, eager to hand it over.
He smooths his hair and straightens his shirt, checking in the hall mirror
before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
“Hello, Dean.” The delivery guy smiles, all teeth and big blue eyes. “Fifteen-
fifty.” He says.
Dean hands over twenty five, as usual. Castiel takes his time putting the money
in his employer provided fanny-pack. “Long day?” Cas asks.
Dean stares a little too long before realising he should probably reply. “Yeah-
” He clears his throat, “yeah, I mean yes. Definitely. Lotta work.” All the
smooth talk he does at work and he can’t get a single fucking sentence out in
front of this guy.
“What do you do with these? I know you don’t eat them, they’re horrible.” Cas
says playfully, wrinkling his nose at the boxes of pizza.
“I eat a slice or two and freeze the rest. Trying to watch my weight.” Dean
pats his stomach. He’s a little uncomfortable talking about it.
Cas laughs. “You must have a freezer full of pizza by now, man. Don’t you ever
have friends over?”
“Yeah but I’m not going to serve them shit pizza!” He says in defense.
“Right, right. So, correct me if I’m reaching, but I think this is the part
where you invite me in.” Cas is smug about the fact that Dean wants to do that.
Had been thinking about it since the first time they met. Cas licks his lips
and it catches Dean off guard. He’s half hard in front of the pizza guy. He
feels like he’s found a new low for himself.
“Don’t you have to go back to work?” He snaps.
“Nah, you’re my last for the day. I usually pay your total so I don’t have to
head back. I live a couple blocks from here with my brother.” Cas hands the
pizza boxes to Dean and takes the fanny pack off.
“Oh.” Dean doesn’t know how to continue the conversation. It’s the longest
they’ve had.
Cas gestures past Dean, “You wanna take this inside?”
“Uhh, sure. Yeah.” Cas let’s himself in and Dean follows him to the kitchen.
Cas just helps himself around, looking through the cupboards until he finds
plates and cups. He goes through Dean’s impressive wine collection until he
finds something sweet.
“Been wanting to ask you to dinner. I know you’re some big shot in a suit, but
you gotta let loose and enjoy life sometimes.”
Dean can’t help wonder why he’s even allowing this guy so much freedom in his
apartment. “I do!” He pauses, “I can let loose.”
“Dean, eating pizza and masturbating to thoughts of your delivery boy shouldn’t
be some planned routine.” Cas winks and Dean frowns.
“I don’t do that!” Dean says quickly.
“Dean,we’ve danced around each other for over a year now. I know exactly what
time you’re gonna put your order in, which stoplights to avoid and the security
guard knows exactly when to let me in before I even buzz the door. I’m pretty
sure everyone in your building thinks you’re fucking the pizza guy.”
Dean thinks on that. His mind is racing with clashing thoughts of ‘this is so
fucking stupid why are you doing this????’ And ‘just kiss him so he’ll shut up
about your big gay crush!’ Cas has a point, though. He doesn’t know what to say
next. Cas is looking at him like a starving man seeing a cheeseburger. Dean’s a
little nervous and completely turned on.
Dean doesn’t have to decide what to do when Cas takes matters into his own
hands. He grabs Dean’s hips and pulls him forward. “I’m just gonna skip the
awkward gay panic you’re obviously ready to fall into until after we both have
what we want.” Cas says. Dean nods and let’s Cas take charge and kiss him.
Cas is rough, his stubble is scraping Dean’s chin raw and his teeth sometimes
catch on Dean’s lip. Dean’s enjoying it far more than he thought he would. He’d
imagined mediocre frotting that would get rid of the tension built from the
previous fifty some weeks, but Cas pulling and pushing and stronger than he
looks is destroying every fantasy Dean had created before.
Dean lets Cas lay him back on the bed, let’s Cas lick and suck and finger him
open. Cas is gentle and attentive, stopping when Dean’s legs start to twitch.
When Cas finally slides in, Dean throws his head back and tries not to grab his
dick. It takes a few moments for both of them to breathe and curb an early
orgasm. When Cas starts up again, Dean is lost.
Cas is pumping hard and fast into Dean. He’s pushing Dean’s face and shoulders
down into the bed and growling dirty talk against Dean’s skin, grabbing too
rough and too tight against Dean’s hips. Dean’s got a stupid smile plastered on
his face the entire time.
When they’re laying in bed, eating cold pizza and drinking wine out of the
bottle, Cas says very gently, “I’m probably shooting myself in the foot
financially, but instead of ordering shit pizza on Fridays, how about I come
over and make you some real food.”
“Yeah.” Dean says, “Sounds nice, Cas.”
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Dean calling Castiel a sweetheart physically pains me.
When Cas is trying not to grab at Dean and thrust up while Dean rides him and
whispers, “Just like that, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”
Castiel is running his fingers through Dean’s hair and pulling on his hips
trying to stay gentle but as he gets closer he starts tensing up. His kisses
turn to short smacks and bites on Dean’s bottom lip. The soothing motions of
his fingers in Dean’s hair become shaky and rough. Dean is getting pulled down
onto Cas rather than guided.
Cas is mumbling into Dean’s neck at times, most of it is unintelligible to Dean
but when Castiel roughly says, “I’m going to fill you, now.”
Dean proudly replies, “Do it, sweetheart.”
 
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Dean seeing some drunk punk wearing a really nice jacket. He’s eyeing this
thing UP like crazy and Sam’s giving him sympathetic looks and sighing and
Dean’s just thinking “Whatever I’ll win it later when I hustle the idiot.”
Dean’s checking the guy over to see if the jacket will fit him too snug because
hey, he ain’t getting any younger. The whole staring thing gets too weird for
Sam, who ends up telling Dean some bullshit story about how he has some
research to do.
Dean’s about to go win himself a new jacket when Sam says to him, “Just use a
condom this time. I don’t need to hear about anymore weird rashes.”
His first response is a confused whispered, “What the fuck?”
His second response is, “Ah fuck it.”
 
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So my thing right now is Dean being a big softie around Cas when they’re alone
(I mean like he doesn’t do anyway right!)
He’s touching Cas, little light touches on the shoulder or his arms just to
kinda remind him they’re together for once. When Cas is sitting quietly at
night reading while every one sleeps, Dean comes in with his bed head and
bathrobe to hug him. Cas hugs back and asks what the occasion is and Dean just
hugs him tighter. After a few minutes Dean heads back to bed. Cas watches in
confusion, the feeling of longing in Dean growing stronger as Dean walks away.
 
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Dean still prays to Castiel every night. Lately the prayers have been more
focused on asking Cas to keep his promise if Dean can't control the mark and
that Castiel look after Sam when Dean's gone. Tonight Dean's telling Castiel
about the box that almost bled Sam dry and the hallucinations that it used.
Dean is still apologising to Castiel for leaving him in purgatory, apologising
for making him leave the bunker when his grace was taken. Dean's prayers are
causing an ache in Castiel.
When Dean starts begging forgiveness for asking Cas to be the one to take him
down Castiel tries his best to ignore the longing that intensifies with every
word. Tries to distance himself from the emotions Dean digs out and magnifies
within Castiel's otherwise angelic self. Dean usually prays until he falls
asleep but after three hours of Castiel driving the prayers still haven't
stopped.
When Castiel reaches the doors of the bunker, Dean is just rambling. When he
enters Dean's room Castiel is surprised to see Dean sitting alert.
"Was wondering if you'd show." Dean says with a smile.
"I had car trouble." Castiel finds the lies come out easiest when he doesn't
want to hurt Dean.
He doesn't stay long. He helps Sam and they make small talk. All of them
avoiding the topic of their eventual ruin. The emotions begin to overtake him
so he makes an excuse to leave. Dean doesn't look surprised or angry anymore;
Resigned, Castiel supposes.
He's eighteen miles away when Dean starts praying again. He never asks Castiel
to stay. Castiel doesn't know why.
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Dean’s sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Cas to finish undressing.
Castiel is moving slow, running his hands all over his body like someone
possessed (the thought almost makes Dean laugh). Like he’s never felt it in
this context.
Castiel is still fighting the effect of the spell Rowena cast on him, slowly
being driven to madness trying to keep it from consuming him.
To see him so fixated has Dean nervous. Castiel reminds Dean of the angel he’d
first met in the barn so many years ago. He’s detached and looking at the world
through foggy glass which, Dean figures, is why he’s so preoccupied with his
own bare skin.
Dean just watches him slide curious hands over his arms, his torso, down his
hips. “Dean.” Cas’ voice comes out too rough and he begins to tremble.“Dean.”
“I’m here, Cas.”
“Dean!” It comes out rushed and desperate. It hurts Dean to see him suddenly so
distraught. Castiel closes his eyes and swallows visibly, shaking his head
multiple times. “Dean, touch me. I need to focus. I just need to focus.”
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“Where do you go, when you’re not with us.” You asked me, after Lucifer was
loose. I was running from my family, am still running from my family, for you.
Where do you go? It’s a matter of perspective, I suppose. I don’t expect you to
understand the infinite universe and many ways in which we exist. You’ve
experienced it and seen me at my most human state, though I wish I could show
you more. Erase the stained memory of my saddest self.
Where do you go? I didn’t answer then because I could not explain, or perhaps I
was too embarrassed. Dean, I’ve not left your side. Not when I could help it.
In every universe, in every situation, I’ve not been able to leave your side.
I’ve explored every possible scenario and experienced the many personalities
your soul houses. We pair against impossible odds, sometimes failing, most
times not.
“Hey, Cas. Where do you go when you’re not with us?”
I was fool to have said, though a completely honest fool, I was in Heaven.
***** destiel *****
The ventilation design of the bunker allows one to listen to any audible
happening in any room regardless of distance. I feel bad for anyone who isn’t
proactive enough to put headphones on when Dean and Cas have their late night
“conversations.”
Cas doesn’t have a filter. Didn’t have to grow up in close quarters with his
family. Didn’t have to stifle the gasps of pleasure and discovery. The cries of
climax.
Dean has no excuse. He loves telling Cas what to do, what feels good. He loves
praising Cas and hearing the reciprocal whines and grunts and encouraging
moans. He loves telling Cas that he loves what they can do together. That they
can love and be loved.
Sometimes Dean gets a little long winded and the intense love making becomes
gentle kisses and soothing words but Castiel seems to enjoy that just as much.
It’s the nights they’re silent that Sam worries, mostly for the furniture.
They’ve fought or someone almost died and Dean’s scared and angry and he’s
riding out an adrenaline rush without whiskey to burn it out. Cas, who Sam
thanks God every day for bringing him back to them both, lets Dean take it all
out on him. They rut like animals, yelling, almost fighting, definitely crying.
Sam has to leave most of those nights. Some confessions of love should remain
private.
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Cas and Dean decide to take things slow because the want is part of what makes
things so good between them. They touch and kiss and take their time when they
meet up between cases. Cas is content to be able to watch over Dean again when
he stays at the bunker.
He spends a lot of time searching for Metatron though Cas is certain he won’t
be able to do much with the Demon tablet.
It takes almost losing Dean to another pair of hunters for Castiel to stay with
them full time.
The longing becomes more of a nuisance than a welcoming heat. Dean becomes
aggressive and Castiel more so until they begin to argue.
Dean doesn’t expect Castiel to be so rough the first time they have sex but he
craves it every time after.
The nights that are usually filled with soothing kisses are replaced with
scratches and bruises. Dean pushes and rubs the wounds throughout the day to
return to the memory of Castiel holding him tight and making his claim.
The fierce emotions that pulse through his veins when Castiel wrestles him onto
the bed and forces him down brings him a high that’s almost as good as the
Mark.
 
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“You’re so beautiful, Dean.”
Dean’s hands are twisting in the sheets. His face is covered in his own drool
because he couldn’t stop moaning or burying his face in the pillows long enough
to keep from becoming a wet writhing mess.
He’s come three times since Cas started and now he’s getting sore and
desensitized. He’s been close for much too long and his muscles are cramping.
He’s trying to catch his breath long enough to make himself come without his
chest feeling like it’s on fire but every time he thinks he’s about to, Cas
changes his rhythm or angle and it’s back to square fucking one.
Cas still hasn’t come yet. He started early too, making Dean suck him until he
was close; making Dean jerk him while he licked Dean open.
Dean’s hands are pulled behind him by one of Cas’ own. He’s so fucking close
and he can feel a cramp getting ready to smart in his right thigh but fuck if
he’s not going to come while he rides through the initial ache of it.
Cas pulls Dean up so he’s holding Dean against him, thrusting up and finally it
hits all the right places. Dean’s holding his breath as the orgasm hits him and
an impossibly high pitched squeak escapes from his drooling mouth when he
starts seeing stars.
He knows it’s not a pretty sight, but Cas growling in his ear as he chases his
own release is what Dean lives for.
“So fucking beautiful, you have no idea.”
 
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I know everyone is freaking out about the episode but just think about this:
Destiel kisses.
Dean opening his mouth and nudging Castiel’s lips trying to get him to open up,
licking at Cas’ bottom lip and over his teeth. Castiel licking at Dean’s lips,
unsure how to push his tongue further into Dean’s mouth without breaking the
rhythm they have going. They’re turning their heads this way and that, rubbing
each other’s cheeks and neck, running their hands down their bodies and rutting
against each other.
 
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S7 Dean praying to Cas when he’s finished another book. When he’s not drinking
to pass out, when he’s researching.
When Sam declares he needs to lay off the Dick search.
Sometimes the prayers are passing comments like they used to be.
Just a, “wasn’t that great.”
And sometimes, “the main character reminded me of you. I can’t stop wondering
where we went wrong. I’m so sorry I didn’t care. I’m sorry that you couldn’t.
I’m sorry. Please don’t be dead. Please let God have mercy because everything
is gone to shit and I need you here.”
The prayers are filtered through Emmanuel’s guilt broken mind. He thinks he’s
dreaming. Some part of him deep down pulls on him every time. He makes it as
far as the porch before wondering where he was going or why he was outside.
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