#CAS fic tag

[jae-birde]

This was supposed to come out weeks ago, but I got stuck in the editing process and then I got sick… so yeah, this took a while. But now it's done!

This is also cross-posted on AO3 here.

This fic is dedicated to both @somerandomdudelmao and @tapakah0, both of whom are incredibly talented and huge inspirations to me, both in terms of writing and in drawing, so thank you both so much.

Anyways, spoilers up to chapter 16 of Cass' Apocalypse series.

Donnie was standing in the middle of a crowd.

It was safe to say that he was very much not used to being surrounded by such crowds, even in the Resistance. He was never the one that everyone would crowd around; that was always Leo or Raph or Mikey or April or… literally anyone but him. Even considering that, and even thinking about the few times people did crowd around him, there was something very different about this one. Something off.

He looked around. He could tell that they were talking — their mouths were moving, and sound was certainly coming out — but it was indecipherable, and none of the people had a distinct form, which was quickly beginning to become very unnerving.

Donnie looked around, and a tug in his gut had him scanning the crowd for his brothers.

"Mikey?" He called out. "Leo! Where the fuck are… you…?" Donnie trailed off, frozen at the sight of the pink veins covering his hand. His hands, actually.

"What…?" His mind was suddenly thrust backwards — or was it forwards? — in time, remembering when he'd first seen signs of the infection.

The infection.

"No! No, no, no, no, no…" Donnie couldn't help the desperation in his tone, his horror growing as he watched and felt the infection creeping through his veins, killing him all over again. Only this time, it didn't give him the mercy of time, the pain instead seeming to flood his senses. He sucked in a sharp breath and felt it get caught in his throat. He felt the way the virus weakened him, sapping his strength like poison as it happened all over again. He closed his eyes at the wave of pain that crashed over him, a sick feeling settling in his gut.

His legs gave away, and he dropped to the ground with a groan, one hand out to catch his fall, the other wrapping around his stomach as a pain shot through it. The pink was all over him now; he could see it. It seeped into the ground around him, trying to pull him down with it. He opened his eyes, looking up at the crowd desperately.

"Please— I—" Donnie stopped, staring at the crowd around him.

They all stared back.

"Why are you…?" He trailed off, looking around, hoping to see any sign of someone moving to help.

No one moved.

"…Just looking…?"

The crowd hovered around him, indistinct forms still murmuring incomprehensible words. The pink of the virus encompassed him, and he felt himself growing weaker with every second, pain wracking his body as he sunk lower onto the ground.

"You're already dead," one voice said, seemingly coming from everywhere at once.

They're the first words he heard that weren't his own since he found himself in this crowd, and they made it feel as if the world was crashing down on him.

"What's the point?" Another asked, voice void of emotion as it echoed around him.

Donnie stared at them, uncomprehending. "But… I'm not?" He tried to push himself up, but his arms trembled and gave out under him, and he collapsed again, strength weakening by the second.

"Not… yet… Donnie closed his eyes, tears stinging at them as he lay there, forcing himself to take breath after shuddery breath.

This poison had practically consumed him. It had sapped away his strength until he could barely move.

And he didn't particularly want to.

The crowd's murmuring had silenced, but he could still feel their presence around him, their forms towering over his prone one.

Donnie couldn't open his eyes. He felt a tear track down his face as he lay still, letting the pain, cold, and exhaustion wash over him and sweep him away. He couldn't do anything now. He was overwhelmed by the pain and misery caused by the infection. There wasn't anything that could be done at this point anyway; he was too far gone. There was an insistent tug around him, pulling him into the ground.

You are dead after all, a voice whispered in Donnie's mind. It's just bringing you to where you belong.

And Donnie didn't have the strength to fight it anymore.

But then he didn't have to.

He was being carried. It was a familiar enough feeling to him, his brothers and sister all having done it at one point or another for him, but this hold was different. Familiar in a way that he was clinging to, even before he realized who it was. And then, all at once, Donnie recognized who it was.

Leo.

Donnie nearly cried at feeling his brother's arms holding him again; he would recognize his twin's hold anywhere. He felt safe in his brother's arms in a way he hadn't felt for a long time. He knew that Leo would keep him safe. Donnie felt himself go slack in Leo's arms before he felt a gentle weight on his head and cracked his eyes open.

And there was Mikey, floating just in front of him, dark hair obscuring most of his face, but his little brother's sad smile was visible.

There was a glow around Mikey, a pale orange that was nearly white, that seemed to emanate from him in an aura. There was soothing warmth pouring from Mikey's touch that chased away the freezing cold of the Krang infection, and Donnie felt himself leaning into the sweet, blessed relief, despite the memories poking at his consciousness, whispering in his ear that it wouldn't help. Mikey had tried everything he could before; all it ever did was leave Mikey more tired than before. It wasn't worth it. Donnie didn't want his brother to feel that not when he'd just found him again.

"You know… that won't really help…?" Donnie trailed off despite himself, lost in an odd mix of pain and relief as the warmth of Mikey's mystic powers seeped through his veins, chasing away the cold of the virus in a way that Donnie had never felt before.

"Hm… yes." Leo mused, and Donnie felt a stab to his heart from hearing his brother's voice for the first time since he died.

Mikey's hand glowed brighter, and Donnie felt the mystics wash over his body. The pink that had nearly covered his hand turned white, and Donnie reached for his brother, desperate to hold onto Mikey's hand while he still could.

"Yes," Mikey continued, taking Donnie's hand in his own and squeezing tightly, his other hand gently holding the side of Donnie's face.

Donnie felt Leo gently rub his shell, and he relaxed further into his brother's hold, smiling up at Mikey, tears in his eyes.

"We do," Mikey concluded, the glow from his hands growing brighter before Donnie was left blinking from the brightness of it.

And suddenly, he wasn't looking at his brother anymore. He wasn't being carried.

His eyes shot fully open, and he sat up, eyes darting around his desk as he remembered where — and when — he was. Coffee mugs were grouped to the side, and paper notes were scattered across the desk's surface. Glowing purple screens were the only thing illuminating the otherwise empty room.

Donnie straightened up, rubbing at his eyes before dragging his hand down his face as his posture slumped. Mikey and Leo were still out there.

He looked up at his screens.

He just needed to find them.

Besides. Death was fixable after all.

[its-wabby-stuff]

The Day the Resistance Fell

1300 hours. Resistance meetings. Led by Master Leonardo. Greeted by little engagement. Everyone left is just tired.

1428 hours. The meetings ended early. People returned to their free time. A couple returned to embracing each other, soaking in whatever moments they may have left together. Miwa beat her family in poker, likely for the 50th time, one member of their party missing. She’d lost family too. Commander O’Neil was talking to Big Mama and Sensei, who must’ve noticed Casey Jr’s stares as he excused himself and walked over to the kid.

“Case.”

“Sensei.”

“What’chu working on?”

“I’m just- looking through old files.”

“Is that right?” He took a seat next to him, pulling his real arm over Casey’s shoulder, and sinking comfortably into the wall. “You find out all of Donnie’s secrets yet?” He looked over with a smirk.

“Not all of them. There’s a lot on this thing.”

“Keep digging, and let me know if you find anything really good.”

“There's been a lot on here from before I was born.”

“Oh yeah, those were wild days. Never had a moment like this back then. We were always on the run from something- I don’t think I slept much those first years.” He spoke as he pulled his mask over his eyes and let out a big yawn, bringing his full weight down atop Casey.

“Hey, no sleeping on the job,” Casey jabbed him in the side.

“Gah.” He pulled away and lifted up his mask to see a big smirk on Casey’s face. “You’re asking for it little man.”

Casey tried to make a break for it but was pulled back into a bear hug to receive a noogie to the head.

“If you’re bringing it, I’m gonna give it right back, old man,” and Casey pulled Sensei’s mask right around his head.

“Oh this old trick?” Leo laughed. Casey tried wriggling out of his grasp. “Ohohoho, you’re not getting away that easily.”

“How about a new trick then?” Casey smiled, tapping a button on Leo’s arm that forced him to release the kid.

“No fair, that’s cheating!” Leo shouted as Casey crawled away.

“I thought it was ‘using my surroundings.’”

Leo raised his finger to retaliate, but came up with nothing. “Don’t think one arm left means I can’t beat you,” and Leo picked himself off the floor and charged for Casey again. Casey ran off laughing, looking back as Leo chased him. “Oh- Casey!”

He ran straight into an adult, and back toward Leo, who managed to catch him before he hit the floor. “You gotta watch where you're going, Case. You shouldn’t look back while you’re running.”

Casey rubbed his nose.

“Master Leonardo!” It was the angry guy. He was breathing heavily and looked terrified. “Krang! Spotted just west of here.”

“How many?”

“20 maybe 30, and they’re heading this way.”

“Sound the alarm, I want this place to be locked down!” Leo ordered the space, causing people to jump into action. “Let’s gear up an-“

A loud crash caused rubble to fall from the ceiling, and the metal walls to creak. Sensei pulled Casey close and steadied them both. Then the red lights began to blare, but no sound was heard.

“What the hell was that?” Leo looked over to the man who had brought the news. “I thought you said they were heading this way, not right on top of us!” Another thunk and people began to duck for cover. “How’d they get here so fast?”

Casey left Leo’s side to grab the things he had abandoned against the wall for the sake of fun. His mask and his hockey stick. When he turned around, Sensei had left the room. Casey started toward the door.

There was another crash, and more debris began to fall. Casey was stopped by two hands on his shoulder, pulling him back and turning him around.

“Casey, are you okay?”

“I’m fine Commander O’Neil. Where’d Sensei go?”

“He followed the scout to the observation deck.”

“I’m gonna go after him!”

He turned away, but April’s hold held firm, “Wait, Casey. I need you to come with me!”

April was sure to keep Casey close to her as they ran through the base. Others bolted past them in full gear, guns blazing, assortments of different weapons ready, and making their way out into the fight. Him and the Commander only headed deeper into the base.

“Where are we going, Commander?”

“Somewhere you’ll be safe.”

“Me?” Casey stopped, “But I can help!”

“I’m sorry, Casey! Leo doesn’t want you near this fight!”

“But-“

“We’ve got to keep moving!” She pulled him along.

“Commander- I can do more! Sensei-“

“Leo needs you to stay safe.” April turned him around, “But that doesn’t mean we can’t do our own thing to help. You got anything in those files with access codes to Donnie’s Helicarrier program?”

Casey gave April a smirk.

“Then let’s kick some Krang ass.” She pounded her fist into her hand.

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Just a snippet of something I’m working on.

Miwa, if you don’t know, belongs to @somerandomdudelmao s Apocalyptic Series. This is heavily inspired by that, but when is it not?

[champion-of-love]

loved how when eah was still airing there was an actual campaign on voting for who would be thronecoming queen. like raven, apple, cupid and blondie were actual choices you could vote for on the eah website. then,,, they just quietly hid the fact there's no voting for thronecoming king. there's no other choice other than daring that's it. can you imagine the dance after the vote had been revealed.

daring and apple are great friends but there's no romance between them so their dance is just them performing another waltz routine they've been dancing since they were kids. snow even sends proffesional videographers to film the thing so it can be used for futher pr for apple.

raven and daring is just awkward since they don't interact much and after the required king and queen dance they split off to hang with their own friends. their last interaction was raven asking if he wrote her a love poem and raven's embarrassment is off the charts. daring already forgot about the incident.

blondie and daring is blondie trying to get the dance over as soon as possible because she just learned about the greatest scoop ever (like what do you mean headmaster grimm cursed his own brother and hid him under the school!!!) and she wants to finish her report on it so their dance is over pretty quick. luckily blondie and daring are both friends so he isn't offended by it. meanwhile grimm is trying to bribe the mirrorblog owners to ban blondie's account before she could post her exposé. it doesnt work.

cupid and daring is just unstoppable force vs immovable object. they dont interact that much but because of daring's charmingness he accidentally breaks a lot of hearts at school and cupid's radio show is full of students crying about him. their dance is half cupid trying to strangle him for giving her so much work and half daring trying to charm her so she'd forgive him and failing. the dance ends in a petty slapfight and daring agrees that he owes cupid a few favors for the extra work he's caused. cupid mostly cashes in these favors so he'd fly her, briar and hopper on legend to parties and concerts after curfew. (thus daring's life as the pink squad's chaffeur begins)

[lab-trash]

There been an arranged marriage fic yet, where Dean and Michael are supposed to marry each other, but Dean falls in love with Castiel and Michael falls in love with Adam?

I think it'd be funny if everyone was like "Oh, yeah, Dean and that boy Castiel, they're definitely a thing. I wonder if Michael knows," meanwhile fucking no one suspects Michael and Adam, despite the fact that they're not exactly subtle.

[mvlionheart]

🤪 -em (dash)

fic reading ask game: wild card! ramble about something!

ramble topic for this is going to be how amazing i think the f1 fandom is at bringing writers and artists together! also doubling as a reading rec list!! i have seen so many great pieces of art based on fic and i've seen fic written inspired by art and both of these things bring me so much joy. recently @hotmandrivefast dropped some glorious qatar lestapiastri art that inspired @sincerelylancelot to write this banging (literally) accompaniment swipe the key (come inside)

a few other examples of this amazing symbiotic creation-culture:

@chamberkat drew some very compelling landoscar post singapore art that inspired me to write singapore heat, which they then made me cry by making some beautiful cover art for!! full circle and such an amazing gift.

another amazing collab recently featured @unlapped & @hotmandrivefast gifting us their shared vision for an austin winners room au. 10:35 is the fic and the two comics can be found here and here! alice also did some beautiful art for lia's fic bloodsport, which lives rent free in my mind!

then of course, the wonderful author who sent this ask @formula-fun, the love of my life, has gotten some amazing hmdf art for the awe-inspiring if i had words series - so many people have rec'd this fic, and i know it has touched a lot of hearts. in more light-hearted and raunchy fun, there's also this venom fic art for fire + sound. ok i could honestly go on and on, and there's so many more amazing examples. feel free to reblog and add to this list, i love to see author and artist collabs!

[theduckseeksduck]

I hate how badly nerfed Castiel is in the later seasons, i hate even more when fanfic authors nerf him for the sake of it being easier to write. I’ll be reading fic peacefully when they throw in a line like “ now that Cas is human” or “ with Cas’s grace levels low”. LIKE UGH!!!!! NOO!! WRITE HIM AS AN ANGEL!! I get it’s a bit harder sometimes, but a bit of me dies anytime he’s weakened so he like fucking sleep or some shit.

[somerandomdudelmao]

This is probably a slly question but what does the cftm tag in some of your posts stand for?

It's my little tagging system hehe

So

Cft - Cas Fanart Tag

And then I add the name of the revived turtle

Cftm - Mikey

CftR - Raph

CftL - Leo

CftD - Donnie

Then I have Cftmnt - for the big reunion~

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And since I'm already explaining my tags, here's the all others

Cass apocalyptic series - for my comic only.

Cas fanart tag - for the comic fanart in general

Cas edit - ...for edits..obviously haha

Fic tag - your fics (I forgot to add Cas ._. )

Helpful - for when I need a help or inspiration with creating.

[thebest-medicine]

#5 “No, I’m just- uh- sensitive.” with Dean and Cas?

Prompt 5 - "No, I'm just- uh- sensitive."

A/N: oh man it's a throwback... let's go!!!! to quote @nhasablogg: what in the 2014 is happening here

…

Dean twitched again as Castiel’s hand passed the middle of his back, just between the shoulder blades. Castiel watched him with a twinkle of concern.

He had come in and sat down on the couch at Dean’s invitation earlier, only for Dean to then lounge across the couch and his lap, laying face down on a pillow and popping some reruns on the TV. Cas had taken it upon himself to shower the hunter with a little affection and check to make sure he was uninjured after their last outing. This led to Cas rubbing his back and neck here and there, and some affectionate tracing along his skin (perhaps also a ploy to check for sore muscles or knots) to see if he could help Dean feel a bit better.

“What’s wrong, Dean?”

“Nothin’.” Dean hummed against the pillow on the arm of the couch. “S’fine.”

Cas continued tracing along the muscles of Dean’s shoulders, pushing in when he sensed a knot and massaging here and there. He ran a few fingers along his spine up to his neck and Dean flinched again.

“Dean.” Cas stressed, stopping his ministrations.

“It’s fine, Cas. I’m… it’s just- uh- sensitive there.”

Castiel leaned forward, trying to get a glimpse of the human’s expression to better read him. He seemed content, happy even, he wasn’t getting up or moving away. He wasn’t hiding anything… any injury, right? Cas noticed a rosy coloring on the tip of his ear. He smiled gently.

“Sensitive.?” He inquired softly, starting to curl his fingers again along the back of Dean’s neck and over his shoulder, along his back. The thin t-shirt was soft under his fingertips, and it must have been on Dean’s skin as well. Dean squirmed again, digging himself deeper into the couch and Cas’s lap. Cas caught a strangled bit of a laugh almost made its way through the pillow. He smiled a little as he caught on.

“Sensitive… like you are here?” Cas continued, and suddenly his other hand was scratching at Dean’s ribcage.

Dean squawked at the new, more directly ticklish contact. He curled onto his side. “Hehheehe- wait! Nohohohohohooo!” He laughed, his blushing face now free. Cas caught sight of his delightful smile and felt warm.

“Can I get you to laugh like this if I try tickling back here?” Cas said curiously.

Dean protested through his laughs as he squirmed about, still tired, but didn’t do much to actually stop the ticklish attack. Cas drew both hands back and started to make the same spidering motions along the backs of Dean’s ribs and tracing up and down his spine. He scribbled at Dean’s neck, then at the small of his back. Dean laughed all the same, twitching and twisting until he finally squirmed his way onto his back, facing the angel. He caught Castiel’s hands in his and Cas stopped for a moment, taking in his wild eyes and fierce blush in contrast with his freckles.

“Heh- yeesh. You trying to kill me?” Dean laughed, closing his eyes under the scrutiny.

“You have a very sweet laugh.” Castiel said, smiling as Dean squirmed at the compliment too. “And a very ticklish back.” Another squirm.

“Shut up. You’re probably worse.” Dean scoffed.

“Well, maybe you’ll find out one day.”

Dean looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow with a little smirk. “Wanna find out?”

“Not now.” Cas smirked after he spoke, and Dean gave him a bewildered look before fingers fluttered along his stomach and began pinching his sides, and Dean lost his protests to laughter once again.

…

[more sentence starter fic prompts]

[other sentence starter fics]

[read this & further SPN drabbles on ao3]

[sastielsmanuscript-draft]

[souporsaladnatural]

Honesty Castiel's arc still feels so incomplete to me. Yes he got to confess to Dean and tell him how good and loved he is, which is huge for him. I don't want to downplay the significance of that and how much it meant to Cas. But what about the fact that he died doing the same thing he's always done by sacrificing himself? What about how he never learned to open up about his problems and to let his family help him because he still didn't want to burden them, which is why no one ever knew about his deal with The Empty? What about how he never really understood and accepted how much he was loved and wanted? I mean admittedly I'm still only in season 13, so I'm sure there's so many details and nuances I'm missing here, but idk. Even outside of reuniting with dean his character growth just doesn't feel done. I mean Dean dying the way he always thought he would, young on a hunt with no chance of a happy ending, is horrible and unsatisfying and I hate it. I don't see why Cas dying how HE always thought he would, happily self sacrificed at the altar of Dean Winchester with no chance of a happy ending, is much better.

[daddysboydean]

dean is super possessive of sam, but it’s like this: dean doesn’t care if sam fucks women sometimes. dean does too. sometimes you just want a taste, you know? but what dean will not allow is sam to fuck another dude. girls are one thing, it’s not cheating if sam is banging someone working with different material than dean. but guys? guys hit too close to home. sam can only have one cock, and that’s deans. cas, though…

s: what about cas?

d: what about cas?

s: we fuck him!

d: cas doesn’t count! obviously! 

s: why not? he’s a guy. he’s got a dick that isn’t yours.

d: he’s family, sam!

s: do you even hear yourself? 

d: c’mon, dude. you know what i meant.

s: yeah, i do, and it’s incredibly fucked up. 

d: yeah, well, fucked up ain’t anything new for us, is it? 

[golby-moon]

as sort of a test run to see if I still have enough free time these days to enter bangs as an artist, I decided to throw a surprise art piece and banner at a gbdbfhf-worthy fic, giving both me and the author a fake bang experience kinda but with a lot less communication for surprise purposes. so yeah. surprise :0

I usually go for more elaborate banners with stuff in the background but idk I had a vision of having the title be word-shaped smoke coming out of Cas' honey cauldron and uh got this instead. turns out smoke is hard to make into legible words. also I probably should've emphasized the names more oop

this whole fic has a soft, warm feeling to it so I wanted to make a soft scene with a warm kinda glow, but I've never tried to do that second thing before so it turned out kinda weird. hopefully Dean and Cas' hug and Dean's overly elaborate fall flavored flannel will distract everybody from the weirdness of the lighting experiment

(also I like how these turned out too much especially the little ghost dude send help)

the fic this is made for is called "No Walking Cliche" by @destielshipper4cas

(fic is locked for people who aren't signed into AO3)

(10/08/24)

[ecstarry]

Send this to 5 of your favourite fanfic authors to tell them how much you love and value their work and to ask what their favourite fic they've written is

CAS!! aaaaah i love your writing so much this is such a high compliment thank u <33

Dare to Stay - "The only thing that could make Regulus return to England after winning the war eight years ago, was Draco. What he never expected was to be faced with the unresolved feelings he had for his nephew’s Quidditch coach: James Potter." 5.1k words

This one was for the jeggy fest fic, shoutout to @neaverse for letting me brainrot this with her when it was just an idea at first. I love it so so much, my favorite Regulus I've written probably

Maybe Someday - "The one with Regulus’ only letter to James. A confession and a goodbye." 476 words

this is my favorite letter i've written and anyone who knows me knooooows that my favorite thing ever to write are letters

Dearly Departed - "Barty has one interest; attending funerals. He has attended enough that he knows what to expect. Until he is finally intrigued again by a man as odd as him." 1.6k words

this was a bday fic for @star4daisy and i absolutely loved it, i had so much fun writing it and it's my fav rosekiller i've written

[dreamytfw]

The Body

Characters: Castiel, Sam Winchester, Meg

Pairings: Cas/Meg/Sam, Cas/Sam, Cas/Meg

Summary: Meg possesses Sam to have sex with Castiel

Word Count: 6,559

Content Warning: Dubious consent and non-consent. Castiel's consent is very dubious and Sam is not a willing participant. Meg does not understand consent because demon, but she's trying you guys.

Notes: Written as a Secret Santa for @autisticandroids! Merry Winter and a Happy New Year!!

This is my first time writing Meg! Also I hand wrote a lot of this fic on my tablet, which doesn't always play nice with my handwriting, so there might be a lot of typos.

Read on AO3

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Castiel didn't look up from the backpack he was filling lore books with as the door to the motel room opened, shut, and locked behind him. There was no need. It was just Sam coming back from taking their dinner's garbage out to the dumpster at the far end of the parking lot. Even in his weakened state with waning stolen grace, Castiel didn't need to eat. But after hitting yet another dead end while tracking down his grace, Sam suggested getting burgers to go from a local diner in an attempt to lift the angel's spirits. It hadn't worked, but it was a pleasant distraction and a kind gesture. Sam was always ready with a kind gesture when Castiel needed one.

He was caught off-guard, then, when he felt Sam's large hands close firmly around his shoulders and his tall form pull itself flush against Castiel's back.

"Sam? Wha–"

"Shhh," Sam's breath was hot against Castiel's skin as the younger Winchester nosed at the angel's neck. "You don't have to say anything. Just let me take care of you, Cas."

Something was wrong. Aside from Sam's sudden forwardness, he sounded… off. Something in his voice and presence was different. Castiel couldn't quite place what it was, but it was simultaneously wrong and strangely familiar.

"Sam, what's going on?" Castiel asked, dropping the book he'd been holding on the bed before attempting to turn around. Sam held him firm, though.

"Don't turn around," there was a sudden edge to Sam's tone as he nipped at Castiel's neck in both a warning and promise of things to come. But just as sudden as it came into his voice, the edge softened back to a saccharine tenderness. "It'll feel better if you close your eyes. Having less to look at lets you focus more on where I'm touching you."

Castiel swallowed hard, his mind reeling as Sam wrapped one strong arm around his chest, his other hand ghosting down across Castiel's stomach then dipping down to just under the waistline of his pants to very slowly pull his tucked shirt out. This wasn't like the hunter. 

As caring and sweet as Sam was, he nearly always shied away from showing any form of physical affection. The most contact they'd ever made were strictly platonic hugs. There were moments where Castiel wanted more – to reach across the table and place his hand over Sam's while they silently read, to gently cup his face and press his lips to his forehead in reassurance while healing him after a hunt, to stay in the other man's bed when he turned in for the night and keep watching Netflix while the younger Winchester slept quietly beside him. And there were times when he could swear that Sam wanted the same small gestures of physical intimacy as well. 

But there was always just enough doubt in the angel's mind to keep him from reaching out and taking things to the next level. Sam would look away after a long gaze or put physical distance between the two of them after standing close to each other while doing research for a case. Sometimes he would leave the room completely if Dean was around, which always stung something awful.

Sam wouldn't initiate intimate physical contact like this.

"Wait a moment," Castiel grabbed at Sam's wrists, attempting to ignore the goosebumps rising on his skin at the feeling of Sam's lips behind his ear. "I think this is something we should talk about before–"

"You think too much, Cas," Sam chuckled before licking a stripe up the angel's neck. His arms stayed wrapped firmly around Castiel's form. "Just enjoy this. When was the last time someone made you feel good, hm? Let me do this for you. Or to you. Whatever."

"This isn't like you," Castiel shuddered, still attempting and failing to extricate himself from Sam's arms. It didn't make sense. While it was true that Castiel was closer to human than angel at the moment, he should still be many times stronger than any human. Sam shouldn't be able to hold him like this.

"Isn't it?" Sam breathed in his ear, his lower hand working to nimbly unbutton Cas's shirt now that it was completely freed from his waistband. "You sure? We haven't been alone a lot like this. Maybe you just don't know me as well as you think you do. I don't know about you, but I'd like to fix that. Truth be told, I've wanted to fix that for a long time."

Castiel swallowed and closed his eyes, attempting to focus on the presence behind him. No matter how much he tried to concentrate, he couldn't place the strange Sam-but-not-Sam feeling. Of course, the way Sam's hand was dragging over and groping at his torso wasn't helping any, the warm pressure sending shivers up Castiel's spine.

He needed to be smart about this. Because he didn't know what he was dealing with, he didn't know if something was controlling Sam's mind and body or if this was a simple facsimile. Which means he didn't know if he could use force to get out of this situation. Mind control or not, Castiel refused to raise a hand against Sam.

"I, I think I would like that as well," Castiel sighed out, choosing his words carefully. "But not like this. We should… I want us to take our time. Do this properly. I want to be able to look at you while, uh, becoming more intimately acquainted."

Sam paused behind him, clearly needing to think about his next step.

"Sam, please."

Sam sighed out and shook his head while he resumed opening the angel's shirt. "I never knew you were so sentimental."

"I thought for sure you would be."

Sam hummed in thought and Castiel watched as his hand gripped his tie.

"Maybe we could compromise," Sam murmured.

Castiel didn't have time to ask what he meant before Sam was pulling his tie free from his collar. The next thing he knew, Sam was securing it around his eyes with his free hand and teeth, blindfolding him. Which meant whatever was controlling or imitating Sam didn't want Castiel to see his face. 

"I won't be able to look at you like this," Castiel protested, attempting to reach up and pull the tie from around his eyes. His breath caught in his throat as Sam's hands wrapped firmly around his wrists.

"I told you," Sam growled. The dark, warning edge in his voice was back. "It'll feel better if you can't see."

"But I want to see you," Castiel pleaded while Sam turned Castiel around to face him, hoping he sounded more sincerely longing than desperately trying to talk his way out of Sam's arms. "You're an attractive man. It would be a shame to not be able to see you at your most intimate."

"So you like to watch, is that it?" Castiel heard the smirk on Sam's lips before feeling it tease at the corner of his mouth. He pursed his lips, not wanting to give whatever this was the opportunity to shove Sam's tongue down his throat. Not when he was certain he could still talk his way out of this. 

"Look at that blush," Sam teased while peppering Castiel's face with kisses, his voice dropping half an octave with arousal. "I'm gonna take that as a big 'hell yes.' Gotta admit, the thought of you touching this heavenly body of yours while I get off? Let's just say it's going straight to my head."

Sam's hands were suddenly on Castiel's ass, pulling their hips flush to one another's. Cas's mouth fell open in a silent gasp at the feeling of Sam's hard girth against his own semi and he couldn't help his mouth from watering.

"Thought you'd like that, angel," Sam purred, one hand leaving Castiel's rear to press his head into Sam's shoulder.

"Please," Castiel whimpered. He braced his hands against Sam's chest as the other man groped his ass and rocked their hips together. He sincerely hoped this was something imitating Sam instead of something controlling the hunter's body. He didn't want Sam to find out about his feelings for him like this. Regardless of whether or not Sam reciprocated, he was sure it would destroy the trust and friendship they'd built up over the years. His mind reeled from both the fear of loss and a cloud of lust, both over the same man whose body was being used against him.

"God, you're so pretty when you beg," Sam said above him. His hips stilled against Castiel's, and the whine of protest had barely left Castiel's throat before he felt himself pushed back against the bed, the backpack full of lore books falling to the floor with a heavy thud.

"Tell me what you want, angel," Sam cooed as he crawled onto the bed, looming over Castiel. "I'll do my damndest to make all your dreams come true."

Castiel was frozen in place, his overcoat fanned out across the bed with his chest bare to the cool air of the motel room. He gaped, quietly panting as his brain refused to process what he'd just caught a glimpse of. His tie had slipped just enough for him to peek beneath it when he was shoved to the bed.

" Meg ?"

Sam's form sat back up from Castiel but didn't stand, his hips still pressed against the angel's. He heard the "tch" of teeth sucking while he reached up and tore the tie off. The moment he saw Sam, there was no mistaking it. He could clearly see Meg's face laid over Sam's like a gossamer mask.

"Well, guess that cat's out of the bag," Meg sneered with Sam's face above him. "Hey Clarence. Miss me? 'Cause I sure missed you."

"I don't understand. How are you possessing Sam?"

"You know as well as I do how fragile warding can be," Meg pulled the collar of Sam's undershirt aside just enough to show a long gash cutting through Sam's anti-possession tattoo, marring it and rendering it useless.

"Leave him. Now ."

"You really know how to make a girl feel welcome, don't you?" Meg reached down with Sam's hands and started trailing their fingers across Castiel's chest. He tried not to shudder or enjoy the sensation.

"Get out of him, or I'll–"

"You'll what?" Meg scoffed, tweaking one of Cas's semi-erect nipples. "You won't hurt me. Not while I'm wearing everyone's favorite meat suit. From the looks of things, you don't have the juice to spare for a smiting, even if you were okay with damaging Sammy's fine packaging."

" Deus, et Pater Domini nostri Iesu Christi –"

Sam's body lurched and snarled above him as Castiel began one of the highest rites of exorcism before Meg clamped one of Sam's hands over his mouth, pressing his head into the mattress so hard he could feel pressure behind his eyes.

"You'd really do that?" Meg demanded, clearly hurt and furious. "You'd really send me back to fucking Hell? Back to Crowley and his lackeys to be tortured for who the fuck knows how long?"

All Castiel could do was glare up at Meg. He could have sworn she knew better than to attempt something like this. Despite still caring for her against his better judgement, their history meant nothing together if she was going to endanger the Winchesters. He thought he'd made that abundantly clear years ago. 

Meg returned his glare for several moments before Sam's features settled into a sly smirk. She took his free hand and reached into Castiel's coat, taking out his angel blade.

"Try that shit again. I dare you," she warned, taking Sam's hand off of Castiel's mouth. Castiel didn't dare move as she raised the blade to Sam's wrist.

"You should know I would gladly burn through whatever grace I have left to keep Sam Winchester alive."

Meg threw Sam's head back and barked out a laugh before looking back at Castiel, sincerely amused.

"Oh, that's adorable! You think I'm threatening to kill him? Clarence, you should know better by now there are far worse things I could do to precious little Sammy Winchester. Things that would leave him begging for death long after I leave his body."

Castiel squinted at Meg questioningly before his eyes widened in horrific understanding as she made a shallow cut on Sam's wrist and held it centimeters away from the hunter's lips.

"Don't!"

"There's my clever Cas," Meg grinned. "Try that exorcism shit again, and I'll get Mr Blood Freak so high on his own supply, he won't come down for weeks."Dean-o will have no choice but to lock him up and throw away the key, leaving him all alone with all those fun hallucinations of Lucifer himself."

"What do you want?"

Sam's features softened into a wistful smile, and Castiel was certain that if Meg's features were capable of such tenderness, her expression would match Sam's perfectly.

"I told you, Clarence," Meg moved so Sam's body was once again looming over Castiel, bumping their foreheads together. "I missed you. And I heard you weren't doing so hot, so I thought I'd come cheer you up."

"How benevolent of you," Castiel deadpanned. "Though, I must admit, I don't see how harming and possessing Sam aids your quest for intimacy."

"Thought I'd spice things up for all of us," Meg shrugged. "We both know what fucking feels like in my usual duds. And while it's all that and a bag of chips, I'm curious how it feels in one of my old outfits."

"Excuse me?"

Sam's expression turned quizzical before Meg rolled his eyes with realization.

"Guess neither of the Hardy Boys ever told you. Figures."

"Told me what?"

"This isn't the first time I've worn Sam Winchester chique," Meg grinned triumphantly. "I'm the whole reason the two of them got those annoying anti-demon tats in the first place."

Castiel wasn't sure if he was grateful for the result or disgusted by how proud she looked about her possessions of the younger Winchester.

"Anyway," Meg continued, "Poor Sammy boy's been nursing a crush on you for years, and I figured possessing someone who wants to fuck you was better than someone who didn't even know you. That whole consent thing people are so gaga about these days."

Castiel gaped, not sure where to start.

"That's… not how consent works. That aside…" Castiel trailed off, his eyes sliding away from Meg's black eyes and Sam's hazel ones. He instinctively knew Meg was telling the truth, but he didn't want to let himself believe her. The elation of reciprocation threatening to fill his chest wasn't Meg's to claim. They'd already had their own version of that while Cas was hospitalized. He'd had a string of particularly bad days and she'd stayed by his side until he was lucid again. He came out of one of his episodes to find her holding his hand, and Castiel knew Meg cared for him; as much as a demon could care, anyway. What Castiel felt when he realized Meg cared for him was warm and peaceful. This light, giddy feeling that pressed against his heart was reserved for Sam alone.

Sam's hand found its way into Cas's hair as Meg brought her lips back to Castiel's neck.

"Don't tell me you didn't know," she purred in his ear, sucking on the angel's earlobe. "I noticed it the first time I saw you two together. He wants you bad , hot wings. And so do I."

Castiel gripped at the comforter beneath him as Meg ground Sam's still prominent erection down against his own. As tempting as her proposition was, Castiel would never forgive himself if he yielded and took advantage of Sam like that. Even worse, he knew Sam would never forgive him either. The only way he could let himself touch Sam while Meg possessed him was to push them away. And he was sure his hands would betray him if he tried to push Sam's body off of him right now.

"I know Sam," Castiel said through gritted teeth, trying his hardest to not enjoy the feeling of Sam's body over his. "Even if he does want me like you say he does, he wouldn't want this."

"Hm, maybe, maybe not," Meg hummed as she nibbled at the pulse point of Castiel's neck. "Guess we won't know until after."

"Meg," Castiel warned.

"Come on , Clarence! I risked my neck jumping these bones so I could jump yours. Stop thinking about everyone else for once and try being a little selfish."

"The last time I did something selfish, I committed a genocide in Heaven and unleashed the Leviathan unto the world."

"That was business," Meg dragged Sam's lips down to lavish Castiel's collar bone with affection. "I'm talking pleasure. You know, fun."

"I told you," Castiel rolled his eyes, attempting to angle his head to look at Meg. "I would have no problem enjoying your company in your usual vessel. This, however…"

Castiel felt Sam's mouth frown against his skin before Meg sat the hunter's body up, their faces drawn in frustration.

"Now Cas, don't tell me you're gonna make me make my own fun," Meg held up Sam's still bleeding wrist for Castiel to see. A cold terror swept through him at the thought of Meg forcing Sam to relapse, followed by a dull nausea at the realization that if she did, it would be because Castiel didn't comply with her request.

"Fine," Castiel sighed out, lifting himself up onto his elbows. "But we need to establish some rules for this tryst."

"I'm all ears, blue eyes."

Castiel narrowed his eyes up at Meg before his gaze drifted to the far wall in thought. He needed to thread this needle very carefully.

"Absolutely no penetration of any orifice. We have no lube or prophylactics, and my grace isn't strong enough to ease the process or heal the damage after," Castiel began. He wasn't lying: there really weren't any supplies in the room, none that he knew of, anyway. That wasn't his primary motivation, however. He was aware on some level of Sam's history with sexual trauma. Even if his hallucinations of Lucifer hadn't painstakingly reenacted everything he did to Sam in the cage, it didn't take much of a logical leap to figure out the generalizations. He couldn't do that to Sam, and he would not have Sam feeling like he violated Castiel.

"Boring, but fine," Meg rolled Sam's eyes. "What's next? No kissing on the lips?"

"It hadn't crossed my mind, but it's not a bad idea."

"Oh, honey, we've really got to socialize you better," Meg smiled lazily. "I was making a joke."

"Regardless, I still think it's not a bad idea."

"Guess I shot myself in the foot there, huh?"

"Next," Castiel continued, "We will not have skin-to-skin genital contact. Again, no prophylactics."

"You really don't have to worry about catching anything, Cas," Meg sighed, clearly getting frustrated. "I promise you, Sam's clean as a whistle."

Castiel merely glared at Meg, daring her to challenge him further. He continued on when she held up Sam's hands in quiet surrender.

"Finally, and most importantly: you leave Sam and return to your usual vessel immediately upon completion and you never do something like this again."

"Don't worry your pretty little halo about that," Meg purred, taking the opportunity to strip Sam of his shirts. "I told you, this was just to shake things up a little. No way am I stupid enough to try and permanently take up residence in a Winchester."

"But you're reckless enough to temporarily possess him for intercourse?" Castiel couldn't help but tease, slipping his arms out of his top layers before tossing his shirt and blazer to the side.

"Exactly," Meg giggled, running Sam's hands over his long, broad torso. Castiel watched, mesmerized. It was no secret that Sam took care of his body, and this was far from the first time Cas had seen the man without a shirt. But to actually have that body above him now, giving itself the most intimate of pleasure was hypnotizing. He hadn't often imagined Sam like this. Not for any lack of want, but because oftentimes he didn't need to fantasize about Sam in sexual situations. Thinking of him as is was usually enough for Castiel. The times he had imagined Sam debauched, however, could never compare to the reality that knelt over him right now.

Meg ran a hand over one of Sam's nipples and Castiel's mouth went dry at the way she made him bite his lip and the hum of pleasure that went straight between Castiel's legs. He watched transfixed as Meg ran one of Sam's hands down across his chest, over his abs, and across his hips before starting to slowly work at his belt. Once the buckle was undone, but before removing the belt, Meg traveled Sam's hand lower to grope the prominent bulge in his pants, his knuckles brushing against Castiel's own suddenly much heavier erection. 

Guilt and arousal were two emotions Castiel wasn't accustomed to feeling at the same time and he found it strange. He didn't want to do this to Sam. But if he didn't acquiesce to Meg's advances, she would do something far more damaging to the younger Winchester. Castiel did not want to enjoy this. But at the same time, seeing Sam's body aroused and wanting like this did nothing but make Castiel want him. And the more Castiel wanted him, the guiltier he felt for being forced to betray him. It was a vicious cycle that went round and round without end, forming a whirlwind of nauseous desire connecting Castiel's stomach and genitals.

All he could do was hope Sam forgave him.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Meg asked as Sam slid his belt out of its loops and tossed it aside. "I'm gonna guess hand jobs since you said blowies and proper fucking were off-limits."

Castiel licked his lips as Meg opened Sam's fly, wishing the visual didn't make his cock twitch in his uncomfortably tight pants.

"No. I, I thought it would be nice to watch each other," Castiel could barely string the sentence together, too distracted by the wet spot on the front of Sam's boxer briefs and the feelings it brought to both his heads.

"You saying you don't want to touch me, baby? After all this time?" Meg pouted, reaching down with Sam's hands and palming at Castiel's chest. Castiel shuddered and closed his eyes for a moment, letting himself enjoy the warmth of Sam's skin on his, whimpering as Meg pressed a thumb across one of Castiel's nipples.

"It's not you I would be touching, Meg," Castiel sighed out and grabbed Sam's wrists, opening his eyes and looking at Meg with a mixture of regret and resentment.

"Well that's just not true. You touch this body, you're touching me."

"No, I'm touching Sam ."

"Yeah, but I'm feeling it, so what's the difference?" Meg shrugged Sam's shoulders.

Castiel pursed his lips, trying to think of a way to make her understand. Or, if not that, then at least drop the subject and follow his lead.

"It's not the same as your other vessel," Castiel loosened his grip on Sam's wrists and slowly ran his hands up his arms. "The soul of the woman you possessed moved on to the next life a long time ago. Her body became yours, much like how Jimmy Novak's body became mine. Sam, however, is still in his body. And his is nothing like yours.

"Sam's body is large, hard, and angular," Castiel continued. His hands reached Sam's shoulders and slid down his chest, over his stomach, and around his waist as he spoke, his actions echoing his words. "Yours however, is smaller, softer, and full of curves. It's enticing in ways Sam's isn't. The softness of your lips and breasts, the dip of your waist and back, the shape of your thighs and arms; your body is temptation and deliverance all in one. Most importantly, I know your body. I know exactly where to touch and when to elicit whatever response I desire. I do not have that luxury with Sam's body."

"So you just want this to be good for me, is that it?" Meg gasped as she palmed Sam's erection with one of his hands, the other still on Castiel's chest. Based on her tone of voice and the blush covering Sam's cheeks and chest, Castiel could tell he was pushing her more towards compliance than understanding. It was always frustrating when Meg couldn't understand what he was trying to communicate, but there are just some things demons and angels will never understand about one another. He could probably explain his stance for hours and she still couldn't (or wouldn't) understand his viewpoint on this, because, when it came down to it, she was focused on what she felt regardless of what form she was in.

"I suppose that's one way of putting it."

"There's one problem with us watching each other," Meg sighed, moving back to stand Sam up to strip him completely. "I want you to touch me so bad."

Castiel sat up fully, his eyes involuntarily raking over Sam's form, unconsciously licking his lips as he eyed Sam's thick, leaking cock and thought about what it would feel like on his tongue.

"I can think of a solution to that," he said breathlessly as Meg began to slowly fist Sam's erection. "Sit on the bed."

Castiel stood as Meg eagerly obeyed, quickly stripping himself bare before kneeling in front of them.

"Thought you said no blow jobs?" Meg quirked Sam's eyebrow.

"I did. That's not what I'm doing," Castiel stated, rubbing his hands on the inside of Sam's thighs, parting them to accommodate his form.

"Then what–?"

"I'm going to watch you bring yourself to completion," Castiel explained, nuzzling his head low on the inside of Sam's thigh before leaning against it. "And I'm going to pleasure myself while I watch you from this vantage point. And I would very much enjoy having your fingers in my mouth during the process."

"Blow job without actually blowing me," Meg reached forward and cupped Castiel's chin, running Sam's thumb over his lips. "I'm game."

Castiel kissed Sam's thumb before Meg replaced it with Sam's index and middle fingers. Castiel had never felated someone before, but he'd watched humanity long enough to have an idea of how to imitate one. He lowered his eyes to Sam's hand and started gently kissing and licking at his fingers, alternating between quick short laps and broad flat licks up the length of Sam's fingers. Meg sighed above him and he saw her resume pumping Sam out of the corner of his eye. Castiel closed his eyes and sighed as he loosely gripped his throbbing cock, swirling his thumb over his head and smearing precum down his length to ease his own stimulation. He continued to lick, kiss, and suck at Sam's fingers until Meg was whimpering and moaning above him and he could feel Sam's thigh trembling against the side of his head.

He slipped the tips of Sam's fingers into his mouth and groaned around them. Castiel gripped himself tighter as his cock jerked and wept precum in earnest at the feeling of Sam's digits pressing a taste entirely unique to the hunter onto the angel's tongue. Sam's fingers were thick enough to give Castiel some idea of what it could be like to have Sam's cock stretching his mouth and twitching on his tongue. Even if Sam never forgave him for this and decided to permanently cut all ties with him, at least he would know what it felt like to have his lips on some part of Sam, the hunter's scent of old paperbacks and sage flooding his senses. He could almost pretend it was actually Sam he was pleasing.

"God, Clarence, you look so good with your lips wrapped around me."

Almost.

Castiel opened his eyes and watched Meg watch him as he pulled back and incrementally made his way down Sam's fingers, his lips never breaking contact. By the time Castiel made it all the way down Sam's fingers, Meg was swearing in Latin, a sure sign she was close. Apparently having Sam's fingers sucked was doing as much for her as it was for Castiel.

"Fuck me, those eyes ," was all Meg could sigh out before tipping Sam's head back. His eyes shut and mouth gaped in bliss as Meg pumped his leaking member hard and fast. Hitched breaths and short, whining moans flowed from Sam's throat into Castiel's ears, swirling into the whirlpool of shame and arousal in the pit of the angel's stomach and pushing him to the precipice of bliss.

He let out a pleading groan around Sam's fingers, sucking them into him until he could feel them at the back of his throat. He'd never been so grateful that angels lacked a gag reflex in all his life. The taste and feel of Sam inside him, the look of concupiscence on his and Meg's faces, and firmness of Castiel's own grip as he matched his rhythm with Meg's long and fast strokes made Castiel's head swim in a haze of heat and aching, yearning pleasure. It was better than he could have imagined. It wasn't enough. All he needed was a gentle nudge to fall into oblivion, and Meg knew from their previous liaisons exactly what would tip him over the edge.

"Oh god , Castiel!"

And there it is. Castiel's eyes shut of their own accord as his climax washed over him, his body shuddering as he spilled into and over his own hand, using his cum to lubricate himself and continue his stimulation. He was determined to milk this orgasm for all it was worth.

He was distantly aware of Sam's voice above him, but his brain was too clouded with pleasure to process anything Meg was saying. He was starting to come down when he heard a low, choked moan above him and felt a warm wetness streak across his chest and collar bones. Castiel's 2nd orgasm hit him like a punch, catching him off-guard. All he could do was grip himself just below his head while he spilled again, his jaw completely slack around Sam's fingers and his toes splayed.

The 2nd climax was intense, but shorter than the first, and it didn't take Castiel long to come crashing back to reality. Shame began to rapidly overcome the lust he'd felt for Meg and Sam. It was one thing to indulge Meg like this. Castiel didn't have a choice with the way she threatened Sam's sobriety and well-being. But for Castiel to enjoy that indulgence? He didn't ever see Sam forgiving such a grievous offense.

He heard Meg sigh out in satisfaction and felt her pull Sam's fingers from his mouth to cup his chin. Castiel didn't dare move. He couldn't even bring himself to open his eyes. He couldn't bring himself to look at what he'd done.

"Oh, Clarence, why the long face?" Meg cooed, pressing Sam's lips to the angel's forehead. "You looked like you were having a grand time."

"Yes," Castiel muttered. "That's precisely the problem."

They sat there in silence for a few moments, the only sounds in the room coming from the small analogue clock on the nightstand and the rush of highway traffic several hundred feet in the distance.

"Hey," Castiel felt Sam's hands cup his face, giving him another moment where he could almost pretend it actually was Sam. Castiel opened his eyes to see Sam's face staring down tenderly at him with Meg's features straining to do the same. "There's no shame in enjoying what we just did. I wanted you to like it."

Castiel simply pursed his lips in response. He knew there was only the slimmest of chances he could make her understand why he felt disgusted with himself, and it certainly wasn't going to happen when Meg was trying to enjoy and get Castiel to enjoy their afterglow. 

Meg frowned when Castiel didn't reply, running Sam's hand through his long hair while sighing in frustration.

"Listen, you and Sam have been gaga for each other for a while now. I heard through the grapevine you weren't doing so great, and I missed you. I thought this would be a win for everyone. I was trying to help."

Castiel sighed, his expression turning sadly sympathetic. While it may have come too late for Castiel's tastes, he could tell there was some part of Meg that did feel remorse over this. Knowing her, she likely only felt bad for upsetting Castiel, but it was still more remorse than most demons ever felt about their actions, and it was the closest Meg was going to get to apologizing.

"I have no doubt you were, in your own way," Castiel wiped his cum-covered hand on the carpet before taking both of Sam's hands in his own, kissing the backs of them while keeping his eyes trained on the two faces above him. "And I would be lying if I said I didn't appreciate the thought behind this. However…"

"You'd rather have me in my body," Meg finished. That wasn't what Castiel was going to say, but it was a start.

"That's part of it, yes. But more than that…" Castiel trailed off as Meg's and Sam's faces fell even further. He sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry. I don't think now is an opportune time for this conversation. We had an agreement that you would vacate Sam's body once we were done."

"Cas, we can still–"

"And," Castiel cut her off. "This is a conversation I would prefer to have privately with no 3rd parties."

"You coulda just said that first," Meg rolled Sam's eyes, pulling a small smile from Castiel. 

Meg sighed and looked around the room for a moment.

"Well, guess I'll see you around Castiel."

"Wait," Castiel stood between Sam is still spread legs and walked to where he'd discarded his clothes. "Could you dress Sam before leaving him? I'm certain he'll want some modesty after what just happened."

"If you want me to stay, all you have to do is ask."

"Meg," Castiel warned as he pulled on his boxers and pants.

"I was just teasing, relax," Meg responded before going over to Sam's clothes and complying with Castiel's request. He turned from her while the both re-dressed. The least he could do for Sam was not leer at him as his body was covered back up.

Castiel finished dressing first and moved to wait by the door for Meg. It didn't take long for her to join him.

"So, you wanna go have that conversation now?" she asked, watching Castiel open the door for her before leaning against the frame.

"No. I think it's best for me to stay with Sam for now." Castiel was too worried about Sam and how he was reacting to not stay with him. "We could meet back here in a week if that's amenable to you." 

"It's a date," Meg learned Sam down and kissed Castiel on the cheek. "See you soon, lover boy. You and Sam have fun."

She stood and turned Sam towards the motel's parking lot before leaving the hunter, a cloud of black smoke billowing out of his mouth and into the night. 

Sam slumped against the doorframe, bracing himself against it before Castiel could catch and support him. He stared at Cas wide-eyed for a moment while getting his bearings, a mixture of fear, heartbreak, and dread. Castiel wished Sam would lash out and punch him. It would hurt less than the look he was giving him.

"Sam…"

Sam didn't say anything before turning and fleeing into the bathroom, slamming and locking the door behind him. The next thing Castiel heard was retching.

Castiel spent the next two hours painstakingly cleaning the motel room (after breaking into the janitorial closet for supplies) and finishing the packing he'd started after dinner. He could at least make the room look like nothing had happened. The shower ran nearly the entire time. Every now and then, Castiel would look at the bathroom door, unsettled by the lack of sound on the other side, and wonder if he should knock and check on Sam. Then he would hear more retching or a stifled sob and think better of it.

Castiel was seated at the foot of his bed staring at an open book without reading it when Sam emerged from the bathroom. He looked awful. He was pale and shaking. It was obvious he'd been crying, his eyes swollen and red. He'd broken blood vessels from vomiting, the pin pricks of red spotting across his face and largely concentrated around the corners of his eyes. The worst part was the hollow, defeated look in his eyes.

Sam and Castiel stared one another for several long moments. Castiel didn't know what to say. What could he say? He knew every single human language, but he couldn't think of a single word that could possibly bring any comfort to the man standing in front of him. Perhaps the best thing for Sam right now was space.

"I can go if you want me to." Castiel closed his book, bracing himself for Sam to shun him.

What he didn't expect was for Sam to shake his wet head.

"I don't. You don't need to…" Sam trailed off, his gaze fixed on the floor. "You can stay."

Casttel looked away from Sam. He couldn't stand how broken he looked, the knowledge that he had a hand in breaking him hurting so bad he couldn't bear it. Several more long moments stretched between them in silence.

"I don't know how to start talking about what happened," Castiel admitted, running a hand down his face.

"You have time to figure it out," Sam is voice sounded just as hollow and distant as he looked. "I can't… I don't think I could talk about it right now if I tried. But you should know: I don't blame you. I know you did what you had to in order to keep me safe."

"Sam," Castiel started to protest while looking up at him in shock, but Sam shook his head. Castiel watched him as he moved to his bed and began turning it down, his movements stiff and robotic.

"That was all I wanted to say. I don't have the energy for anything else right now. And I might not for another couple of days. But if you could still be here when I wake up…"

"Of course, Sam," Castiel answered gently. He watched the other man get into bed, jeans and all, his back pointedly turned towards Castiel. "Anything you think may help, just ask. It's yours."

"I know. I… I'll be okay. I just need some sleep first. We can figure the rest out in the morning."

"Understood. Would you like me to turn the lights off?"

"No, I'm fine. Goodnight, Cas." 

"Goodnight, Sam," Castiel sighed, turning back to his book. It was going to be a very long journey back to the bunker.

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Okay, this is a crossover based off of @somerandomdudelmao’s Marble Sky and CAS series. While I was reading this post I was like “they should have a crossover” and this came to me like a month later while I was sleeping. If Ecliptica seems off it’s because I wanted to write some protective Uncle Tello and Casey Junior scenes. … IT WAS FUN OKAY. This takes place around the latest Marble Sky update (as of 6-18-2024).

Oscar had been talking to Ecliptica, just having a little chat, like what they used to do. Oscar had to slip away from Ward and Holly to do this. He was trying to get information without being too suspicious, while trying not to give away information. You know, classic spy stuff. Alcor was with them too, snoozing away in Oscar’s lap.

“So~” Oscar said, stroking the fur on Alcor’s head. “I was thinking—”

“My Moon?” a voice interrupted him. It was another Marmor. He looked nervous, his tail flicking. 

Ecliptica tilted her head towards him, an annoyed look on her face. “Yes, yes, what is it?”

The other Marmor gulped. “There’s a bit of a… situation in Lab B. We were testing the multi-dimensional portal machine the scientists have been working on.” He was fiddling with his tail now. “There was a purple flash, and an unknown alien species appeared out of nowhere.” He glanced in Oscar’s direction. “There is a human with it. The unknown alien is particularly aggressive and protective of the human. We are trying to detain it, but we need your help, my Moon.”

Ecliptica stood up, staring at the wall for a few moments. She was probably using her echolocation thing. An explosion suddenly rang out, causing Alcor to scramble out of Oscar’s lap in surprise. She straightened. “Let’s go.”

“Another human?” Oscar butted in, running up to her side. “Can I come? Maybe I can help calm them down.” He needed to see if this new person could be an ally, and maybe stop the Marmors from eating them if Ecliptica decided to.

She glanced at him, a small smile on her face. “Okay. I’ll protect you.” She started walking towards the direction of the explosion. Oscar followed her and the other Marmor, hiding a grin of his own. I’m not that one that needs protection, Ecliptica… I’ll stop you soon enough.

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First of all, this was not Donnie’s fault. Sure, maybe the time portal needed a few adjustments, but it wasn’t capable of something of this scale! He had programmed it to travel through time powered by Hamato ninpo. Not to travel to a weird alien (why did it have to be aliens) spaceship floating in the middle of fucking SPACE! And he hadn’t been expecting to accidentally take Casey Junior, of all people, with him. 

He did a supply check. He was wearing his goggles, but not his battle shell. He quickly made one with his ninpo and put it on. Battle shell over a t-shirt was not a good idea, but he’d have to push through the discomfort for now. After surveying the room, and taking note of the ten aliens in the room with him (six looked like nerds while four actually looked dangerous, but more would likely be on the way soon), he put an arm in front of Casey, blocking him and moving in front of him protectively. “Stay back, Casey.”

“Uncle Tello?” Casey whispered, grabbing his arm. “Where are we?”

“That’s what I’m trying to figure out,” he murmured. “But stay next to me; they might be hostile.” Casey’s grip tightened.

Donnie cleared his throat, spreading his hands and holding them up. “Good evening, gentlemen, and ladies, it seems there was a miscalculation in my time portal. We come in peace.”

The aliens finally reacted. The four that looked dangerous held up their shields and drew their swords. Well, to be honest, the swords looked more like glow-in-the-dark cattle prods. Five others started panicking, while the one closer to him was examining him curiously. Donnie didn’t like that feeling. A smile spread across the alien’s face as he noticed Casey. Oh, Donnie definitely did not like that. He let out a threatening hiss as the curious alien came closer, still eyeing his nephew. Well, the ‘eyes’ didn’t exactly look like eyes. Instead, they looked like black holes on their faces. He put that away for later. For the sake of simplicity, he would keep calling them eyes for now.

The alien scrambled back, ducking behind one of the armed guards and darting out the door. Greeeeaaaat. “Sorry about that,” Donnie said, trying to salvage the situation. “I like my personal space. Do you speak English?”

One of the guards stepped forward. “Yes, creature.” He motioned to the other guards, who moved forward with him. “Surrender, or we will alert our Moon.” He licked his lips. “And we might not eat you.” 

Donnie stiffened. “Yeah, not a big fan of the getting eaten part. So, ah, no. Not surrendering. But I’m sure we could work out a deal?” He wasn’t as adept at smooth talking as Leo, but no one could outsmart him. 

“… No,” the alien purred. “Surrender, now.” 

A smile tugged at Donnie’s lips. “Ah, okay. We’re doing it the hard way it seems.” He imagined blueprints in his head, feeling metal build upon metal and gears click into place. He summoned a barrage of mystical guns and missile launchers. The shock on the head alien’s face was very satisfying. “Now, stay back, and let me talk to whoever is in charge here. Your ‘Moon’ I’m guessing?”

The alien snarled, taking a few more steps forward, jabbing his cattle prod. This one is brave, or just very stupid. Probably the latter. “We will not surrender in our own ship. Besides, you won’t scare us with your fake light show.” 

“You aliens always ask for it,” Donnie snarled, thinking of the stupid air of superiority the Krang carried. Well, who’s on top now you pink bastards! I won’t allow my family to be pushed around by aliens ever again. He unleashed one of the triggers, causing an explosion (by the entrance wall of course, he did not desire to get sucked into space, thank you very much). “Was that fake?” 

In the silence that followed, someone pulled a lever, chasing the room to turn blue as an alarm blared. He glanced down, making sure that Casey was still next to him. He was, looking out at the aliens with wide eyes.

The foolish alien bared his teeth at Donnie. “Our Moon will be here soon.” The softshell didn't miss the nervous tremble in his voice.

He shrugged. “Whatever, then maybe I’ll be able to have a conversation with someone civilized.” Casey snickered.

A few more moments of tense silence stretched out. That was, until, another alien ducked under the broken entrance and entered the room. The scientist that had run out of the room followed her. Donnie’s eyes widened as a human followed the aliens. 

He then switched his attention to the first alien that had entered. She was tall, taller than Donnie and all the other aliens in the room. This made him feel a bit anxious, because Raph and the Krang were usually the only ones that were bigger than him. “Hello,” the alien rumbled. “My name is Ecliptica, and you are on my ship. Don’t worry, we won’t eat you. For now…” That sent a shiver down his spine. He noticed the other human staring at Casey. He pulled his nephew closer. 

“Like I was explaining to your colleagues,” Donnie started. The other human’s eyes lit up with surprise. “I was building a time machine, and there was a mishap. I didn’t expect this to happen.” He glanced at the other human, who was still staring at him. “What kid, never seen a mutant before? I’m assuming you are also from planet Earth? Unless it’s called something else in this fucking dimension.” 

Ecliptica drew up to her full height. “Now, no need to be feisty.” She glanced at the human beside her. “Give us your human pet, and we might spare your life.” He felt Casey press harder against him.

“Don’t fucking touch him,” Donnie snarled, his markings lighting up as he added more firepower to his display. “And he’s not my pet.” 

The other human stepped forward, opening his mouth like he was about to say something, but was stopped by Ecliptica. She put a hand on his shoulder and knelt down, whispering something in his ear. She stood up, looking at him. “Not your pet? Then what is he? One of your slaves?” 

Anger boiled in his chest. “No! And it’s none of your business.” If he told him that Casey was his nephew, they would just use him as leverage. 

“Fine,” Ecliptica replied, holding up a clawed hand. “Then die.” 

“Wait!” Donnie’s stomach tightened as Casey ducked out of his grip and approached Ecliptica. “Don’t. I’ll come with you.” 

“Casey Junior!” Donnie yelped, his heart pounding. He hadn’t gone through literal hell and back just to lose Casey now. “Get back here right now, young man. Leo would kill me if anything happened to you.” He stared into Casey’s eyes. “I’m not losing you to aliens again.” It was probably not the best idea to expose his emotional trauma to everyone. 

Casey’s eyes shimmered. “Don’t worry, Uncle Tello. I can take care of myself.” 

Before Donnie could make another move, the other human came forward. “Woah, everybody chill.” He put a hand on Casey’s shoulder, prompting a low hiss from Donnie. Ecliptica snarled back. “My name is Oscar, resident human assistant/ambassador, I guess.” He turned to Ecliptica. “Anyways, let’s maybe not eat them for now? They could be useful.” Oscar smiled at Donnie. “This one’s probably super smart, based on the flashy display and oversized forehead. Also, look at that gear. Total brainiac. Besides, you let me, Ward, and Holly hang around, what’s two more?”

Donnie narrowed his eyes. “Scoff. Even if your flattery is weirdly accurate and truthful, nothing will be discussed until you give me back Casey.” 

“Silly, alien,” Ecliptica tsked. “I will decide that. But… yes. You will stay with us for the time being. Until we decide what to do with you. Now, put away your weapons.” She leaned forward. “Though, I am curious on how it works.” 

He crossed his arms. “First, Casey Junior. And our confirmed safety.” 

He didn’t miss the twitch on Ecliptica’s face. It probably wasn’t the best idea to be acting and talking like this to their leader, but being subtle wasn’t one of his strong suits. “Yes, little alien, you can have your human back. And we won’t harm you.” There was a silent ‘for now’ following her words. If there was anything Donnie had learned, it was that aliens could not be trusted. 

“Please stop calling me ‘little alien,’” Donnie said, his weapons disintegrating. “My name is Donatello. Donatello Hamato.” He walked towards Casey, keeping an eye on Ecliptica. “Thank you. Where can we stay?” 

“You bros can bunk with me!” Oscar offered. “If that’s okay.” 

“Yes,” Ecliptica answered, her tail flicking. “But, if you do anything Donatello, we will know.” She gave him a smile full of sharp teeth. “And it won’t end well for you.” 

He waved his hand. “Yeah, yeah, we get it. You’re menacing.” He turned to Oscar before he could see Ecliptica’s expression. “Now, show us the way!” 

Donnie kept a firm grip on Casey’s shoulder as Oscar led them down the hall. 

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“Oke doke,” Oscar said as they stopped in front of a door. “Soooo, I have two roommates, but don’t worry! We have extra beds and they won’t try to eat you. Well, physically at least. Ward might try to eat you emotionally~ He’s such a downer.” 

Donnie raised an eyebrow. “Uh, okay. By the way, are you spying on us for the rest of the aliens?” 

Oscar leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. “No. In fact, I’m far from it. I’ll explain more when we get in the room.” Donnie nodded in return. 

Casey shuffled his feet. “Is Ward a human too?” 

“Yep!” Oscar replied. “Ward is human, but Holly’s an alien.” A scowl immediately hit Donnie’s face. Oscar glanced at him. “Don’t worry, Holly’s super nice and peaceful. He’s only here because the Marmors destroyed his planet.” 

“Marmors?” Donnie asked. “Are they what Ecliptica and the rest of those aliens are called?” 

Oscar nodded. “Interesting,” Donnie murmured. “Anyways, I would like to get out of eyesight of the Marmors. If those are eyes on their faces.” 

“Well, those aren’t eyes,” Oscar said. “They’re more like holes in their faces. They use it for echolocation or something like that. Also, Holly explained it to me, but they have this hive mind thing where they all see what each other see.” He shrugged. “So they can’t hear us, but they can see what we’re doing.”

“Shit,” Donnie cursed. “Well, that’s great, he said sarcastically.” He hated hive minds. Too creepy and close to the Krang. 

Oscar chuckled. “I like you! Anyways, let me go and explain the situation.” He tapped the panel on the side and the door slid open. He practically burst into the room. “WARD, HOLLY, WE HAVE NEW ROOMMATES!!!”

There was a thunk and a yell of pain. A middle aged looking guy appeared, a grumpy frown on his face. “Seriously, Oscar? You made me fall off the bunk bed.” 

“That sounds like a you problem,” Oscar said, flipping his tied up hair. “Besiiides, we have new roommates! And guess what? They’re both from earth from a different dimension!” He stepped aside and gestured to them. “Come inside. We don’t bite~”

Donnie rolled his eyes, slightly ducking through the doorway and entering the room, glancing back at Casey as he followed him.

The guy’s eyes widened. “Oscar, I thought you said they were from earth? This one looks like an alien.” 

“I'm not a fucking alien,” Donnie explained again through gritted teeth. “I am a mutant turtle. There’s a big difference.” 

“Ward?” someone called. Another guy entered the room, except this one was wearing some kind of armor, had purple hair, and had an eyepatch. It painfully reminded Donnie of Raph. “Did you hear that explosion…” His voice trailed off as he noticed Donnie and Casey. His eyes brightened. “Hello! My name’s Holly. Can I touch you?” 

“Hi, Holly. No.”

The alien smiled gently. “Please. I promise I won’t hurt you.” 

“Sigh,” Donnie said, holding out his arm. “Go ahead.” 

“Did you tell him?” Donnie heard Ward mutter. 

“No, why?” Oscar responded.

Casey turned to them, his voice angry. “Tell him what?”

“Cas—” Donnie started to say, but was cut off by a flash of soft, purple light. The softshell turned around, his breath catching in his throat. 

In Holly’s place… was another mutant turtle. He was wearing the same clothes as Holly, including the eye patch. He was as tall as Donnie, but without the goggles. There was a lavender colored stripe running from his lower lip, along his throat, and disappearing into the color of his shirt. Looks like a Blanding’s turtle, his tired brain supplied. 

“Great,” Donnie grumbled, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “He can shapeshift. Awesome.” 

Holly inspected his new form, eyes wide with curiosity. “This is cool. I feel strong.” 

“Yeah, that’ll be the super soldier genetics,” Donnie said. 

“Super soldier?” Ward’s voice was shrill with disbelief. 

Donnie closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his beak. “Is now really the time for my origin story? Of course it is. Me and my brothers were mutated by a warring warrior scientist to destroy humanity. Don’t worry, our dad got to us before that could happen,” he added, imagining the looks on Ward and Oscar’s faces. He clapped his hands. “Anyways, my name is Donatello. But call me Donnie. I’ve had enough of being called Master Donatello in the last twenty something years to last me a lifetime.” 

“Hi,” Casey said, holding out his hand. “My name is Casey Jones Junior. You can call me Casey or CJ.” 

Instead of grabbing his hand and shaking it, Holly excitedly shook his hand around. “Shaking hands is fun!” There was a flash and he turned back into his human form. 

“So, how does the shapeshifting work?” Casey asked, staring up at Holly’s face.

Holly smiled. “Well you see. I have to be touching the creature and—”

Donnie started tuning out the conversation, but paying attention. He was also curious, but he wanted to talk to Ward and Oscar.

Oscar was way too much like Leo for Donnie’s liking, the last thing he needed was a dumb-dumb that always smooth-talks his way into trouble. It was also making him slightly homesick but that doesn’t matter right now! What matters is finding a way off this spaceship and back to his own dimension. 

Ward seemed… eternally tired. He might even have a bigger Raph chasm than, well, Raph! Now that was alarming. The softshell also didn’t miss how jumpy he seemed. Donnie flashed him a smile. “Sooo, first time?” 

Ward gave him a wary glance. “W-what?”

“Y’know. First time dealing with murderous aliens?” 

“Um,” Ward said, a confused look in his eyes. “No! Why? Have you done this more than once?!”

“Eh,” Donnie replied, waving his hand vaguely. “Not exactly. In my dimension, the Krang took over the world and basically killed everyone. Casey went back in time and, with my help, brought us all back to life.” Ward looked confused and alarmed now. 

“So~” Oscar said, shoving Ward away in the face. “Is Casey your nephew? You said you had brothers. Is he Leo’s son?” 

“Yes, but it’s more of an adopted family situation,” Donnie explained. “His mother was one of our best friends. So when she died, we decided to take care of him.” He could hear the nostalgia in his words. Damn, he sounded old. “Leo’s always been more of a father figure, while the rest of us have been more of cool uncles. I have three brothers, and one sister. Leonardo is my twin. Raphael is my oldest brother, and Michelangelo is my youngest. April is like a sister to us.” 

Oscar smirked. “Ah, all renaissance artists huh?” 

“I’m surprised you know who those people are,” Ward grumbled, nudging him. 

“Whaaaaat,” Oscar said. “I know stuff! My family has a lot of art from them.” 

Ward rolled his eyes. “Of course.” Okay, Donnie liked Ward. 

Donnie felt someone tug on his shirt. “Uncle Tello?”

He turned around. “Casey Junior?” 

Donnie bent down as Casey reached up. “I asked Holly,” his nephew whispered. “He said there is an alien species called the Krang.” A shiver ran down the softshell’s spine. “But the Marmors killed them off. I described the Krang to Holly, and he said that this version was a tiny, peaceful race.” 

“Huh,” Donnie said, pulling away. “Well, at least they don’t exist anymore. Although, I’ll believe it when I see it. Also, Casey, about that stunt you pulled earlier…” He glared at his nephew, who shrank under his gaze. “WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING! DON’T YOU DO THAT AGAIN, MISTER! OR YOU WILL BE GROUNDED. And that’s not a threat, it’s a promise.” Donnie patted him on the head. “You almost gave me a heart attack! Just don’t do that again.” 

Casey rubbed the back of his head. “Yes, Master Donatello.” 

Oscar moved in front of him. “Sorry to interrupt the lecture, but can you do magic? Based on your light display earlier, you seem pretty powerful.” He gave Casey a wink. 

“Don’t try to distract me,” Donnie growled. “And it’s not magic. It’s my Hamato ninpo, passed down through generations of the Hamato Clan. And I’m assuming you are asking because you want our help getting out of here.”

Oscar put a finger to his lips. “Lower your voice, but yes. We’re actually working to bring down the Marmors.” He threw his arms out. “We can discuss this in the morning! For now, let’s get some sleep! Feel free to take any of the empty beds.”

The softshell just nodded, feeling too tired to respond. The situation was starting to sink in. Casey took his hand and led him to the next room, where there were more beds. “I claim top!” 

Donnie took off his battle shell and flopped down on the bottom bed, letting out a deep sigh. 

“Uncle Tello?” Casey questioned, looking at him upside down. 

Donnie turned his head to look at him. “Yes, Casey Junior?”

His response was quiet. “How are we going to get back home? Everyone’s probably worried.”

“… I don’t know, Casey. I don’t know. But we’ll figure something out, we always do.” 

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The end! I couldn’t think of a good enough plot so that’s it, sorry. I hope you enjoyed it!!!

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Castiel The Hottest Oddest Duck Part 1

Castiel hated when loud people came into the museum. However when two women come in and give him a card to some club called the Crossroads maybe they're worth it...

Crossroads. A sex club. With an online catalog. And one man covered in silk and lace catches his eyes and he just knows he has to go see him... the princess. AKA Dean Winchester who hadn't taken a date in... YEARS. But maybe it's just the best stroke of luck.

“OMG they should get one of these at Meg’s” 

“Oh totally, wouldn't The Puppy look so cute on that? Ooo or Killa!” 

Castiel Novak hated loud people in the museum. He just wanted to clean and keep an eye on the exhibits. Sure he also loved answering questions from the field trip kids and chatting with artists who liked to sit in the large monument hall and sketch but he absolutely hated loud people walking around nearly yelling at each other and cackling loudly. 

However in the last week it seemed impossible to get away from since they put up their loaner exhibit on sex through history. 

As the two women continued to speak loudly and cackle like upset hens, Cas walked up near them and cleared his throat. They turned around and waved their hands in an ‘ excuse us’ kind of way. 

“Oh sorry we’re just so excited about this exhibit. We're members of the Red Crossroads and this stuff is pretty interesting, totally up our alley!" One of the women said with a large grin. 

"Oh.. okay, It's on loan from another museum. We're pairing this and the pride exhibit. They'll both be open by June first." Castiel informed them. If they were just overly excited he understood. He’d just about talked his brother’s ear off when they had their exhibit on beekeeping. 

"We should come back then! And we can bring Meg or Dean! Dean would love this shit.” Said one of the women to the other who nodded. 

“Ooh, are there going to be more crossdressing exhibits or anything like that? That would be amazing” asked the second woman. Castiel nodded after a moment of thinking. He’d just been looking at the catalog of incoming exhibit pieces. There were many pieces of Transgender History and Drag Culture, which in a crude way could be interpretted as ‘crossdressing’. 

“We're going to have a large section over drag culture across the world later this month where the pottery currently is.” Castiel informed them which incited big smiles. 

“Fantastic! We’re so coming back! Thank you so much, you’re a doll… Castiel! We’ll see you again in a few weeks and ya know if you ever feel like a good time come swing by the Crossroads.” Said the women who handed him a small black card and walked on their way toward another exhibit while texting on their phones. 

Good time? What’s that even mean? Castiel was curious about the card which simply had in plain print

‘Red Crossroads- Bar and lifestyle club- All Welcome’ and a phone number. 

Red Crossroads…. 

Bar and lifestyle club. 

Lifestyle club. 

….

Sex club. 

It was a sex club. 

Cas was taken aback as he stared down at his laptop screen. He didn’t know there were those! He thought there were only street workers and online escorts. Both of which made him nervous as a man seeking another man who wasn’t underaged or had any… afflictions. 

Catalog listings of services came to view first, Cas had never thought to go through and think if he liked something or not. 

Spanking? No he didn’t like hitting even if it was for fun.

Bondage?… Perhaps it would provide compression and comfort. Cas often found certain amounts of restraint like weighted blankets and sleep sacks very comforting so bondage is on the table for that. However it could be scary if he got too overwhelmed and couldn’t get away. 

Pet Play? Cas didn’t like the idea of having to care for something living and he definitely wasn’t very good at “pretending”. 

Sex Toys?... That made Cas glance over at his bedside table. Here his lube and condoms and small bullet vibrator lived. His brother had bought it for him as a joke since it was called an "Angel" and was sparkly gold in color. Cas didn't get the joke until years later, and then still he quite enjoyed the small toy pressed against his skin. He only ever put the very tip inside since it was always sort of… scary. Overwhelming and made him feel very lonely. 

Crossdressing/Gendered Play… That’s what got Cas’s heart tapping against his ribs cage.

Men had always been Cas’s favorite. Even when asked when he was very small in the church, he had always known he loved boys. That was what had been the catalyst of his parents getting him tested for autism in the first place. They knew he was ‘wrong’... Oh well whatever they’re in the nursing home now and Castiel doesn’t need the inheritance. 

Plus Gabriel liked boys too. Somewhat. ‘Pansexual’. At least sort of liked boys. So Cas wasn’t alone. 

Cas liked just men. 

They were simple and understandable during sex. Touch penis, kissing, they cum, snuggles until morning. Easy. 

Easy was usually best and best to understand. Simple and straightforward was best. 

But oh... pretty things in pretty packaging were even better. No one would turn down a nicely wrapped gift. Especially when that gift was a hard cock wrapped in soft lace. 

It had been a rabbit hole on his laptop one night. The road from " I don't really like girl bodies" t o " I really like girl's lingerie" was a short one. Cas didn't quite like all the complexity or the look of a woman, femininity in a femine shape was… yucky in his mind. He didn't like breasts either.

The road from " Boy bodies are pretty " to " Boys in girl's clothes are very pretty " was a long and winding one. 

He'd looked through everything from "petite" to "pegging" to "twink" and finally ended up in "crossdressing". It seemed endless of boys wearing frilly pinks with their cocks barely contained. 

Cas was never good with people and he was even worse with sex. He'd had sex in college, sure. A girl who got him drunk and said he was cute had had sex with him in his shitty dorm room and told him he had a big dick and left before morning. 

He'd had sex with a very handsome man who smelled like chalk and had smooth soft skin and a thing for virgins. He was nice and cuddled until they showered together in the morning. He was nice but Cas wanted more. 

Cas wanted snuggles all the time and hugs and holding hands and dates and all the in the movies kind of stuff. Sex was nice but love was what he wanted. 

Gabriel told him saying “I love you” was a bigger deal than how Cas was used to using it. And that saying it to someone you just met, or while your ankles are to your ears, is not the right time to say it. 

It was easy to click on the crossdressing section on the catalog for the Red Crossroads. Suddenly there were lines of profiles. Mostly very young boys wearing strappy dark attire. 

Not Cas's type. Sure they were cute and hot but he wasn't really into younger guys. When he himself was younger he was into ‘older’ men. Now he just liked men his own age. 

He scrolled, endlessly. Glancing from image to image. From young cute faces caked in makeup to bodies laying ass up exposing their tender places. 

It was a doom scroll of searching for someone. 

It was sort of draining in a way that it made Cas start questioning what was he doing, why was he scrolling around on a catalog of men, why was there a catalog of men, why was he even looking at a sex club when he could never- 

Then there he was. Neck down, sun tanned skin, wide shoulders, bulging biceps, tight abs, rosy pink nipples, fuzzy blonde-brown hair coating his strong thighs and making a soft little treasure trail from his belly down under the candy pink panties he was wearing. He had on a matching lacey ribbon harness on his chest that exposed the wide expanse of it. 

" Princess of the Crossroads, tall, strong, handsome, and loves his lace. Loves getting all dolled up and giving anyone a good ride. Is open to kissing, cuddling, and anything in between! Come show our princess some love, Friday-Sunday, or scheduled appointment"

"Princess... Wow..." Cas whispered and instantly knew he had to go find him. 

He also realized he needed to do A LOT of research. 

-0-0-0-0-

This was stupid. 

Stupid to even walk through the backdoor of the bar. 

Stupid to walk around trying to find the beautiful strong body he'd seen online. Walking around looking at the heads of dark blonde hair, looking at bodies covered in thick muscle and freckles, it was all so… embarrassing . 

It was an hour of him walking around awkwardly trying not to stare at the people who were activly having sex. He'd watched the pole dancers for a while marveling at their strength and grace. He was absolutely taken by one of them who was dressed in a long pink sheer robe lined with fuzzy white stuff that Cas very much wanted to put on his face and had to yank his hands back a few times from where they had absently shifted up to sit on the very edge of the stage. 

He'd made his way to the second bar that was in the back corner of the main room. He'd flumped down on one of the cushiony red bar stools and a blonde woman walked over to him. 

"Sad face for a sex club, what's wrong my man?" She asked and Cas sighed and traced a triangle on the shiny counter. It had been a failed attempt at having sex. It was a failed attempt at getting fucked and snuggled. 

"Couldn't find who I was looking for. Can I have whiskey? I don't drink usually but I need something." Cas explained and the woman glanced over at the other bartender, a dirty blonde headed man with a sparkly smile wearing a black t-shirt and some black jeans. He had on an apron with the crossroads logo on it and was pouring out drinks for two men, laughing and chatting. 

He was a very good looking man, tall, strong, handsome. Masculinity in the purest form. Probably smells like sweat and spilled alcohol. 

"I'll get you the good stuff in a second. Who were you looking for anyway? Most of our best are here." She asked while looking around the room and Cas nodded. 

"Yeah I looked around for a while, the dancers are pretty amazing. I looked on your website but the guy I wanted isn't on the floor and his face wasn't in the profile." Cas said sadly as the woman poured him some whiskey. She hummed and thought for a moment. 

"Any chance it's the princess?" She asked with a smile. Cas choked on his drink nodding. After coughing for a moment he recovered and shook his head yes vigorously. 

"Yes, yes, that's who it is. Do they not work here anymore?" He asked with big wide eyes and she smirked. An almost knowing smile spread across her face, she glanced over at the other bartender. 

"He's here. How about you go wait for him and I'll have him meet you in his room. It's up the stairs and wait for him in the room with the golden crown on it. It'll be to the left. Just sit there, it might be a long wait." She explained kindly and Cas was smiling widely. He was so excited to be able to finally touch and have something he really really wanted. It was like being told there was a gift of a million lives waiting for him just up some stairs. 

"Oh that doesn't matter! I'll wait for however long! I'm so excited." Cas said in a giddy voice and slapped down a large bill and walked quickly to the spiral stairs he'd seen a few people walk up. 

The woman giggled and Cas was off. 

Maybe it wasn’t so stupid. 

-0-0-0-0-

Cas was happy to sit and wait in the lovely carpeted room. The walls were a lovely rich dark color that was just nearly black was tinted with a pink, the floors were low pile and very very soft, new feeling, dark grey heathered with black, there was a sturdy looking black desk that looked more in use than a staged object that had a lamp and a cozy looking arm chair behind it. There was a large dark stained wood four poster bed in the center of the room, king size, thick and plush, having black drawers along the underside of it on the floor, and it was covered in a plush patterned black comforter set with several pillows in matching cases piled neatly at the head.

There were two doors, other than the one that Cas had walked through and one on the wall behind the bed. Both were painted black with golden door knobs. Cas could see the light on underneath one of them and had an itch in the back of his mind to just go and flick the light off but this wasn’t his room and it wasn’t his place to go opening doors. He’d gotten in trouble about things like that before so he just ignored the light and stared at the floor from the cushy pink tub chair that he was sitting in by the door. 

Castiel was giddy . Overly excited about getting to have sex. 

Sex . 

Such a rare yearning in Cas’s life. He had to really concentrate to think of the last time he wanted to have sex with someone… Years ago probably. Beach trip with his family, he was sitting under the umbrella reading a fantasy novel about knights and princesses, a semi dirty novel that he hid with a false dust cover, he glanced up on the look out for his parent’s return, a big burly man was walking up out of the water, huge chest bouncing slightly under the thick cover of dark hair that connected over his belly to widen back on it’s way under his tiny tight shorts. Cas remembered feeling absolutely dizzy before his sister wacked him in the head and called him a slur. 

Just as Cas got a creeping nauseous feeling in his belly he heard some noise behind him. 

"I haven't actually been booked for a while so I don't have everything for the full ‘experience’ but if you still wanna- I’m very willing" Said a rumbling voice and Cas turned to see the source. 

Then he couldn't breathe. 

And he couldn't move. 

And he felt very very warm. 

Cas was standing, panting, clenching his hands at his sides. 

"God..." Cas whispered as he stared unashamed at the man's perfect face. 

He was standing in the middle of the room wearing a pair of thigh high cotton socks in a crisp white color, a flowy green silk slip to cover the rest of him. He had on a light perfume that smelled like vanilla, mascara that only made his long eyelashes look even longer, and some soft pinky nude lipstick. Around the slip’s thin straps Cas could see another set of straps, shiny like ribbon, in a dark nearly black green. 

He smiled and bit his bottom lip, straight teeth a pearly white. 

"Enjoying the view" He said in his practiced sultry voice, deep and rumbling like tires on a gravel road. 

"I've never seen anything more beautiful. Person, object, or otherwise." Cas said from his very soul. He was shocked like he was seeing a true angel a few feet in front of him, his feet were both glued to their spot on the carpet and weighed nothing at all as he took a few steps closer. 

The statement made Dean jump back and look a little shy. The brunette chuckled and looked around the room for a moment, hands fidgeting together. 

"Oh thanks. Haven't heard that one in a while. I'm Dean, but you can call me whatever you'd like." Dean said and moved a stray hair back into where it should be, spike having flopped down to his forehead. 

Cas watched his hand move and then felt as if he had fallen back into his body from floating somewhere far away in space. He suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe and that he had to rip his hair out. Dean was so perfect, so amazing, so beautiful, and wanted Castiel in such an intimate way and Cas hadn’t been very intimate in so so long and and - words tumbled out of his mouth. 

"I'm Castiel Novak. I've never been here before,I have autism, I'm gonna hyperventilate." Castiel said as he started to take shorter and shorter breaths, head getting light and dizzy. 

"Okay, alright, big one in, big out." Dean coached him through with a hand on his shoulder until Castiel was breathing normally. Cas was bent over a little bit and Dean was rubbing his back, hand warm like a wood fire. 

When Castiel stood back up they were so close, so near. The slightly shorter man looked so dazed Dean feared he might pass out. He’d seen people pass out before, not any autistic people he knew about but then again it wasn’t his business. 

“You smell very good and look very pretty” Castiel breathed out very deadpan and monotone, he was still trying to calm down his racing heart. 

Dean thought his eyes were glittering, it was odd. He’d spotted Castiel wandering around and had listened to him at the bar. He was 1. Hot as fuck, 2. Had a voice that already sounded like he’d been throat fucked, and 3. Had the most gorgeous eyes and honest look Dean had ever seen working at the Crossroads. Castiel Novak was 100% Dean’s type, plus he was a sweet man. 

"You're one odd duck, Cas. 's cute." Dean said and leaned in until there was just an inch between them. He cocked his head and stared down at Cas’s plump pretty pink lips. The dark haired man swallowed and let out a shaky breath. 

"I'd like to kiss you. I'd really like to kiss you." Cas whispered and oh Dean had really soft lips…

It was so easy to let Cas kiss him. 

Terribly. 

Castiel was a terrible kisser. All unpracticed and clumsy and stiff all at the same time. 

Dean hummed and let Cas explore though, his lips trembled a bit but soon he was confident in his tight presses, letting his eyes slide shut. 

Dean let one hand tilt and guide Cas’s head to angle over, he let his own lips part first and coax Cas’s open, and he was patient when Cas pulled away from his tongue the first time with a confused noise. He grinned a bit at the adorable confused look on Cas’s face. No way should a middle aged man be able to look so fuckin’ cute…

“C’mon, you’re doin it right” Dean whispered and Cas leaned back in after a glance at Dean’s perfect green eyes. 

Soon their tongues tangled, Dean’s hands coming to cradle Cas’s jaw and one sitting on his sharp hip bone. Castiel however had his hands down at his sides, clenching and relaxing with the rhythm of their kisses. Dean thought it was cute, something about this scruffy man just radiated something so… cute and fragile. 

Something to be cherished. 

Something that just screamed that he was either going to be utterly terrible in the shack or so, so fucking good. 

"May I touch you?" Cas panted out his eyes filled with a sort of frantic look. Something like a tornado in a jar. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest, in a fun way not like when he has anxiety attacks. His cock was throbbing in his slacks and he felt so… on fire with lust . 

"Course you can. Here, there we go." Dean said in a deep rumbling tone and guided Cas's wrists so his hands were on Dean’s silk covered hips. He leaned in to catch the other man’s lips again but Cas was looking away. 

Cas gasped and looked down, astonished as he squeezed the muscle all along Dean’s hips, sides, all the way to his bulging shoulders. Castiel breathed in quickly, finally letting out the breath he had been holding. 

"You're so... solid. Strong. Muscular." Cas said in awe and let his hands wonder and press into different places on Dean’s silk covered body. His muscular biceps, his forearms, his shoulders, and down his back. The fabric of the slip was so smooth and buttery and Dean’s body was so  warm and felt so alive under Cas’s hands. 

"Mhm, you're not too soft yourself." Dean said let his own hands start pushing and feeling up the other man. Cas was fucking hot and it was unfair. Sharp hip bones in his black slacks, solid stomach, strong arms, and a big cock that was bulging in his slacks. Not only that but he had thick, plush looking thighs, his hands were heavy and strong where they grasped and groped and petting at Dean’s back, and when Dean leaned back to steal some more dirty tongue filled kisses and placed his hands on the dark haired man’s chest it was soft yet had a layer of buff muscle underneath. 

A very attractive, awkward man. 

Definitely the most enthusiastic man he’d had if the way he kissed was anything to go by. 

Cas kissed like he’d never get another one, pulling on Dean’s shoulders as if to get even closer, even once their chests were pressed together. 

He let out quiet, needy noises. Dean felt like his heart squeezed each little whimper and tiny hiccupped begging noise. Gorgeous noises, pretty noises. 

“Pretty” Dean whispered as he pulled away and kissed down Cas’s neck, letting his hands slide down from Cas’s waist to slip inside his back pockets. Cas gasped and let his hips buck forward. 

“You th- think ‘m pretty?” Cas asked in an almost drunk way as Dean nibbled and licked down the side of his neck. His mind was fuzzy, like his brain had melted and floated away. Dean was perfect, warm, welcoming, kind, understanding, and so so pretty and nice and god . 

“Real pretty, you think I’m pretty?” Dean assured and asked and started working on unbuttoning the offensive white shirt that hid away the other man’s burning body. 

“You’re so beautiful, so pretty, I wanna be pretty like you.” Cas explained, saying the last part quietly as Dean unbuckled and unzipped his pants. Cas looked like he had already been torn apart. Hair a mess, lips red and smeared with the pale lipstick and swollen a bit, cheeks blushing darkly, eyes brimmed with tears. It was debauched, it was right outta a porno, it made Dean feel like his dick was gonna explode. 

“Yeah? Wanna see more? I wanna see more of you.” Dean pushed the shirt off Castiel’s shoulders and roughly pulled his slacks down to his thighs. 

Cas leaned down and pushed his pants down  and off, kicking his shoes off on the way. 

“Do I need to take my socks off?” Castiel asked as Dean sat back on the bed, letting his legs spread and his slip ride up to pool around his hips, satin panties barely containing his red hot erection, small mark of precum darkening the slick fabric. 

He was staring. Taking in miles of supple pale flesh, bare nearly hairless skin. Thick strong runners thighs, and a perfect cock. God it was big. Thick, swinging, rosy and darker at the tip like it was begging to be sucked. How he was like a living statue. 

“Dean? Is- do I have to be naked for the sex? I rather like my so-“ Cas explained and Dean pulled him down by his shoulders to lay on his back. With a bit of a huff Dean swung himself to straddle the other man. Cas’s cock rubbed against him through his satin panties. 

“Keep the socks on, I don’t care, just lemme-” Dean said as he leaned down to snatch up Cas’s lips again, rolling his hips forward, grinding down. 

“But Dean… I don’t wanna do this. I- I got ready…” Cas said and tears started to flow down his face. He sniffled and put his hands up to push at Dean’s chest. Dean immediately pulled himself off to sit beside the other man, shushing him calmingly. 

“Hey, it’s alright, man. Breathe, Cassy. What ‘cha mean? What ‘cha wanna do?” Dean asked and let his fingers comb through the surprisingly feathery soft hair  around the other man’s ear. 

“I- I- look” Cas stuttered and then gave up trying to explain. He laid back, spread his legs and there it was. A small silver plug covering his hole. He’d went out and bought it while planning. That and an actual dildo so he could practice and make sure he was stretched out enough so they wouldn't have to prep. He was hoping it wasn’t ugly… Dean was so so so pretty and and… Dean was just staring at it. 

Dean couldn’t breathe. He even got to fuck this beautiful, sensitive, amazing man? 

Best. Date. Ever.

-0-0-0-0-

“I wanna be pretty! God, please, Dean, I wanna be so pretty!” Castiel begged as Dean’s lace clad chest rubbed up and down his back with each hard rolling thrust. 

He was gripping the pillow in front of him, his elbows and knees holding him up. He couldn’t even see anymore between the tears flooding from his eyes and the pleasure that was making him feel like he was nothing but a puddle. Each time Dean rolled his hips forward Cas could feel his own cockhead drag along the sheets where it hung between his trembling thighs. 

Dean bent down, one hand holding him up and the other going to hold onto the sharp point of Cas’s hip, to bite at his meaty shoulder. 

“You’re pretty Cassy, real fuckin’ pretty.” Dean growled as he let his hips snap sharpy into the hot tight hold of Cas’s body. Loving the way Cas moaned out like some pornstar, loving the way his hands clenched up and his back arched more and more. 

“No! I wanna be pretty like y-ouh-ou, wanna-ah!- wear pretty things, wanna uh be so pretty” Cas blabbered as Dean kept slowly speeding up, hips starting to slap against the plush pale cushion of Cas’s ass. Cas could feel his collarbones starting to press into the bed and his body curving down. Dean’s hand running along the dip of his waist before pulling him back up into a thrust by his hip. 

“Yeah? Wanna wear a, fuck, a pretty dress?” Dean asked as he reached over and grabbed his slip from where he’d thrown it off after Cas had rolled over and pulled himself apart. Lust had burned him up as he had rushed to pull a condom on. 

“Yes, yes, wanna wear a pretty skirt and and wanna wear makeup and wanna wanna wear heels, wanna be such a pretty whore!” Cas sobbed out as Dean pulled away to kneel up behind him, cock lodged deep inside Cas’s trembling body. He grabbed Cas by the shoulder and pulled him up to kneel too. The black haired man yelled out and curled over himself but Dean kept him up with a hand on his belly. 

“I don’t believe that Cassy. You don’t wanna get dressed up like a whore and be a slut. You wanna be a bride, an angel, you’re just a pretty princess.” Dean whispered harshly into the other’s ear as he dragged the silk slip down over Cas’s arms, down so it grazed the base of his heavy cock. 

“C'mon pretty, arms… god that’s pretty ain't it…” Dean growled into Cas’s ear as he drug his arms through so the dress fit him properly. Cas’s strong back made the silk fall in a beautiful way down him, the lacey hems floated right above were they connected. 

“‘M gunna cum” Cas said in a drunk, dizzy way. His cock twitched which only caused the lace trim to tickle him more which only caused him to twitch again. His body felt light, warm, perfect. He let his head loll back to rest on Dean’s shoulder. His breaths came out in short huffs, grazing Dean’s jaw. 

Dean smiled to himself and let his hands hold onto the other man as his hips snapped back into action, slamming into Cas’s welcoming body. Cas let out long wanton moans, hand barely gripping himself, too lost in the pleasure Dean was supplying. 

-0-0-0-0-

“Can you- Can I- Do we have to move? Do I have to leave now?” Cas asked as he caught his breath and his brain became unscrambled. Dean was tying off the condom and dropping it into the trash. 

“Well I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. I’ve got keys to the back door if we stay past closing. I could sleep.” Dean replied as he pulled the bralette off and dropped it onto the desk on his way to the door he’d walked out of. 

He opened the door and turned on a light, from where Cas could peek in; it looked like a bathroom. There was a sink and tile. Cas just laid on the bed, his bum was a bit sticky which he hated but the slippery silk fabric of the slip felt so… amazing. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. 

“Can I stay here? Like this?” Cas asked a bit loudly, not even daring to move an inch. Dean popped back out, now wearing a pair of boxer briefs and a tight black shirt. 

“Yeah Baby, you can stay like that.” He said with a grin and knelt on the bed beside Cas who hummed but then frown as a drip of lube slid between his buttcheeks. 

“Can I have a tissue or something? I do not enjoy the feeling of lubricant against my taint or between my buttocks.” Cas stated and Dean looked at him for a moment before cracking up with loud boisterous laughter. 

“You really are an odd man, Castiel.” Dean said as he reached back to the side table and pulled a few tissues from the drawer. As he handed them to a blushing Castiel he spoke again. 

“I think I like it.” Dean whispered and sealed their lips together again. This time it was a slow, pull and push, warm kiss. Something that was just shared and not escalated. When he pulled back he felt his heart pull tight in his chest. 

A smile was gracing the edges of Cas’s pink lips, his eyes were closed, and, christ, he looked angelic . 

“I like you, Dean.” Cas said, wishing he could say he loved Dean but that would be inappropriate he reminded himself. 

Dean smiled and leaned back in for another kiss, one of many many more to be shared before Cas announced he was tired and wiggled under the blankets once he’d wiped himself clean of lubricant. 

-0-0-0-0-

“You stayed… all night.” Castiel whispered in awe, in a gravellier growling voice as he picked his head up from Dean’s arm. 

“Well yeah you’re like a starfish.” Dean laughed out as he set his phone, which he’d been playing on, onto the bedside. Cas had been stuck to him all night. Legs thrown over him, hands grabbing and holding on, until he’d finally gotten comfortable with one arm smushed down straight between them, one thrown across Dean’s chest with one of Dean’s legs trapped between Cas’s own, which only cause Dean to think how much a monster of a dick could seem so… cute and cuddly like a stuffed animal but it was very late when he’d thought that. 

“Oh… I’m sorry.” Cas said as he started to scootch and get away but he was stopped by Dean’s hand coming behind his neck and pulling him back down. 

“No, no, Cas. baby it was good. You’re a cuddle bug, I liked it.” Dean said with a smile and nuzzled into Cas’s disastrous looking hair. He was really hoping he wasn’t over stepping. Some guys didn’t like the… loving part. They wanted kinky sex with someone who was close enough to a girl to stave off their gay needs and then they wanted to leave. But Cas seemed… different. True and honest and and god Dean didn’t wanna feel so attached already. 

Cas looked up at him with a serious look, blue eyes sharper than cut diamond. 

“Can I come back? Can I come back and we can cuddle more?” He asked, voice heartbreakingly begging, rolling like thunder through Dean. 

“Ya know what we’re not really supposed to do this but I stopped being an official model years ago. You should have my number. Meet me for lunch sometime and we can cuddle at your place. Be more comfortable.” Dean explained as he stood up and dug through the desk for paper and a pen. It was dangerous to give Cas such a hold on himself but.. Dean couldn’t resist. He wanted Castiel. 

Castiel. 

Cas. 

God Dean was too old for crushes like this. 

“Can I make you food? Can I bake you something? I make good cookies and pies and-” Castiel started as he knelt on the edge of the bed, holding the piece of paper like it was treasure. Dean cut him off though. 

“Make me a pie and you won’t be able to get rid of me. Pies are a dangerous thing, Castiel.” Dean said and Castiel stood up and smiled, completely unbashful of how exposed he was in Dean’s wrinkled and stained slip. He stepped close to Dean and kissed him lightly. 

“I’ll make you hundreds.”

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