#Cas would be blushing hard when Dean asks

[atlas-assbutt]

Dean probably wouldn’t admit it, but he’s always been curious about Cas’s wings. He’s only ever seen the shadows of them, why wouldn’t he be?

[samdeancass]

Angel Trap

Requested by Anonymous

Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!angel!reader

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Sam, Y/N, Dean

Description: Sam and Y/N have been harboring feelings for each other for a long time. When the brothers make an angel trap, they accidentally trap Y/N inside. Dean begins to tease Sam about his feelings which is when everything starts to unravel.

Being an angel was hard enough with the constant fighting between your siblings and waging wars with each other but, somehow, being friends with the Winchesters was harder. You and Cas were the only angels that were fully on their side which meant that you spent every moment at the bunker, helping them with whatever case they had next.

That was how your feelings for Sam had started and blossomed. Helping him in whatever way he needed, sometimes without him knowing. It had never occurred to you that an angel could fall for a human but it felt like that was what was happening. What you didn’t know, however, was that Sam felt the same way. The sly looks he gave, the slight brushes against your arm when you were standing together; you should have questioned his strange, new behaviour but you chalked it up to him being a typical human.

What you both didn’t know, however, was that these feelings would come to light sooner than you were expecting.

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Sam and Dean were on a case that required the help of a specific angel that they had encountered a few years ago. They were inside an abandoned building, completely engulfed in darkness and perfect for an angel summoning. Dean jumped up from drawing the last of the trap, rubbing his hands together to get rid of the chalk dust. “Alright, Sammy. Hit it.”

Sam looked down at the open page in the book, his finger moving along the page as he spoke the words of the enochian chant. A bright light engulfed the room along with a piercing noise that led to both of the brothers covering their ears and closing their eyes.

Once the light has dissipated, the brothers looked over to the trap and were completely confused with the sight before them. Instead of the angel that they wanted to summon in the trap, you stood in their place with your arms folded over your chest, shaking your head.

“What on earth are you two doing?” Sam scratched the back of his head nervously. “We weren’t meant to summon you.” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, I guessed that, dumbass.” An idea sprung into Deans head and he gave Sam a look, one that Sam had come to despise. “No, don’t even think about it Dean.”

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Dean walked up to the edge of the holy fire, a smug smirk on his face. “While we’ve got you here, Y/N, I wanted to ask you something.” You raised one eyebrow curiously. “Yeah? Shoot.” Dean opened his mouth but before he could speak, Sam dragged him back to were they were stood. “Dean, no.”

You threw your hands in the air in frustration. “Seriously, guys. What on earth is going on here?!” Dean shrugged Sam’s hand from his shoulder and gave a teasing look. “Little Sammy here is getting a little embarrassed.” “Dean, I’m warning you.” Sam was practically growling at this point which peaked your curiosity. “Why would Sam Winchester be embarrassed?” 

Dean chuckled, leaning against a wooden beam before flashing a smile. “Because he has feelings for you and he didn’t want you to find out, but he knew that I would tell you. Seriously Sammy, you should know by now not to tell me anything.” 

Sam was looking all around the room, trying to evade looking at you which is why he missed the blush creeping onto your cheeks. Dean, however, did not, His mouth hung open, the edges of his mouth turning upwards. “No frickin’ way! You like him to, don’t you?” 

Sam looked at you at this point, eyes wide at the slight possibility that you felt the same way. You nodded slightly, afraid to meet the Winchesters’ gaze. Sam grabbed some holy water, doused out the flames and connected his lips to yours in one of the most passionate kisses you had ever experienced.

All the pent up feelings from the past few years were finally able to release themselves as the kiss carried on, your arms wrapping around Sam’s neck as his hands found your waist and pulled you closer to him. Your hands found their way to his hair, your fingers threading through his long locks. 

He broke the kiss and stared down at you, nothing but love in his eyes. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” You giggled and leaned your forehead against his. “I think I do.” A clearing of a throat brought you back down to Earth as you both looked over at Dean who was trying his best not to be pleased that both his brother and best friend had finally confessed their feelings for each other.

“Now if you’ve both finished eating each others faces off, I think it’s time to get back to the case, don’t you?” Sam chuckled at his brothers annoyance before pressing a kiss to the side of your head and taking your hand in his. “Wanna help us out?”

You nodded, smiling up at Sam. “Of course, you boys would be lost without me.”

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castiel/fem!reader

18+

summary: You had been avoiding Castiel due to your feelings for him. Until you got sick of hiding.

warnings: fluff, smut, not proof read!

You’d been hunting with Sam and Dean for awhile. You enjoyed having them around. It was way better than the solo hunting you had been doing for the past couple of years.

Through your time with the two brothers you’d met many characters. Many bright,colorful, and frankly weird people/monsters. You didn’t mind, but majority of these people ended up being against you and in the business of hurting you.

One of the exceptions to that was Castiel. An Angel of the Lord. You were stunned, it was quite hard to wrap your head around the fact that angels are real. Even with everything you saw on the daily it was weird.

Although, there had been some bumps through you guys friendship with Castiel, he remained someone who stayed in your good grace. He was just so sweet to you, you could never stay mad at him.

You always tried to keep yourself out of relationships. With being a hunter it was not easy to maintain them. Almost all of your relationships had failed up to this point, so you gave up. Although, when you met Castiel it was hard to not blush and laugh at everything he said. You were never like this with anyone, even Dean and his continual platonic flirting.

The boys knew something was up when you left every time Castiel was around. You didn’t wanna make him uncomfortable and make things awkward, so you chose to avoid him. But you were getting pretty tired of hiding your feelings.

Once Sam and Dean realized your true feelings they started to tease you. Making little jokes and saying things to Castiel that he didn’t understand just to rile you up. It was driving you crazy, so you decided no more evading him and you were going to tell him how you felt.

While sitting in the library of the bunker you heard the all too familiar swoosh of Castiel wings. “Hello Castiel” you said to him happily

“Hi Y/N, where are Sam and Dean?” he said in his monotone voice

“wow don’t act so happy to see me” you said while rolling your eyes knowing he probably wouldn’t get the joke.

“well of course I am always happy to see you Y/N but I have some things I need to discuss with them” he said nervously while avoiding eye contact with you.

“you do know that I am also a hunter and involved with all the affairs around here, if you have a question you can just ask me” his statement struck you as weird because you were up to date on all the information on your guys latest hunt.

“Yes I am aware, it’s just something more personal, about the human experience, although I’ve been coming down here for a long time I’m still quite confused when it comes to love and relationships” he said to you confessing.

“Well Cas I understand if you want to talk to them, but I’m also pretty well versed in what it’s like to be a human so let me know if I can help, if not they should be in their rooms” you said, and before you could even blink he was gone.

You were hoping he’d ask you the question and it would give you the opportunity to actually talk to him and interact but clearly that was not in the cards for today.

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Castiels swift exit led him to deans room

“jesus Cas, I told you dont come up on me like that” Dean said rolling his eyes while already annoyed at this interaction.

“Sorry, I just have some questions pertaining to the human ways of love and relationships” Castiel admitted.

“uh yeah, to be honest I am not the best to ask with being a hunter it’s hard to remain in one but go ahead and ask” Dean said while motioning for him to go on.

“If you had romantic feelings for someone, but they are always avoiding you what would you do?” Castiel let out on one quick breath feeling relieved he finally got the question off his chest.

“Ohhh this is about Y/N, look just tell her how you feel, don’t tell her that i’m telling you this but she likes you and just doesn’t wanna say anything” Dean said but immediately after Cas had already disappeared.

“You’re welcome Castiel” Dean said angrily while looking up at the roof.

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You continued to research in the library, taking the occasional breaks to check your phone and stretch. At the end of the day you rewarded yourself with a nice cold drink.

As you grabbed your glass and went to turn around you came abruptly to a halt due to Castiel being in your way.

“Hi Cas”

“Hi Y/N” he replied

you stared at him wondering if he would continue on his own. Assessing that he wouldn’t you asked, “So did the boys answer your love questions?”

“Yes, Dean said I should just tell someone how I am feeling”

“That’s good, you should always do that, you know Castiel I am always here if you need anything, I’m sorry I haven’t been around you a lot” you admitted to him.

“That is okay although I will admit it does make me sad. I have recently discovered that I have romantic feelings for you. I know I don’t know much about relationships I will hope you would give me a chance” he said with a slight smile

“Really?” you asked

“Of course, I have for a long time I just did not know what was going on”

“Well I would love to go on a date with you Castiel”

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This was my first long fic, pls let me know what you guys think and if you want a smut part 2!!!

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Needed you Pt 2 ~ Castiel’s version

-warnings// lots of smut, angst and fluff

Needed you pt 1

Castiel x reader ( slight dean x reader)

-word count// 2202

(gif from Pinterest)

It was the next morning and you woke up to the bed empty and cold, you let out a low sigh disappointed you didn't wake up to the handsome angel, you pulled the thin blanket to cover your chest, grabbing your phone you see a notification from Dean 

'Hey sweetheart, listen I'm really sorry for how much of an ass I was to you before leaving, I didn't mean any of it, I know that's no excuse, I think we should have a talk when Sammy and I come back, just us, I want to talk to you about some things.' 

This made your heart race, is Dean going to kick you out of the bunker? yeah sure he apologised but maybe he's only apologising because Sam made him? You let out a shaky breath as your anxiety got the best of you you replied with a quick okay and shut your phone off 

You wondered  if you should pray to Castiel and see where he is, before you can even say his name he's there "you called?" He asked standing at the edge of the bed staring at your nude form that's hid behind the flimsy motel sheet 

you bit your lip as your cheeks turned a red tint under the angles strong gaze "I was about too actually, what time did you leave" you asked pulling the sheet tighter to you, Castiel moved to sit next to you "six this morning there was trouble in heaven I had to see too" he said taking your small hand in his bigger one "I was worried you regretted what happened last night" you confessed 

Castiel shook his head "I would never regret being with you Y/N" Cas replied making you blush as you tried to hide your growing smile "I'd never regret being with you either Cas" you told him as you leaned over to grasp his lips gently in a kiss, he deepened the kiss as he held your jaw softly in his hand

The kiss soon grew heated as the angel slid his tongue in past your swollen lips as you let out a wordless moan, you felt him gently push you to lay back down on the bed and the sheet gently fell around your sides revealing your breasts to the cool air of the motel.

Castiel gently pulled away from the kiss making you whine and chase after his lips, you rushed to take off his blazer and unbuttoned his shirt, he  threw them to the ground revealing his toned chest, staring up at him with a sultry smile you dragged your fingers down his chest before undoing his belt buckle and zipper, you gently pulled his boxers down revealing his hard cock to you,

You gently wrapped your hand around his shaft and placed a small kiss to this tip making him let out a small groan, you slowly started to move your hand up and down his cock causing him to throw his head back and shut his eyes tight in pleasure "Y/N please" he begged making you smirk

You then took his hard cock into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks as you began bobbing your head up and down in a slow and steady pace 

He wrapped big hand around your hair to encourage you to take him deeper down your throat causing you to gag slightly on his length "are you alright?" Cas asked worried, you gave him a thumbs up and got back to work with his cock,  milking him for everything the angel could possibly offer

"Y/N!" He moaned loudly as he came in hot spurts hot cum down your throat, you gently pulled away from him as you swallowed

The angel kicked his pants all the way off before laying you down on the bed, kissing his way down your breasts making you moan his name as he continued his venture down your body, stopping at your hot  core "please angel" you said slightly breathless

Cas smirked as he gently spread your legs wider, revealing you completely to him, you let out a low moan as you felt the cool air hot core, Cas licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit, you shuddered at the pleasure and begged him for more "please Cas I need you"

The Angel complied as sucked your attention deprived clit into his mouth, he coated his fingers in your juices as he entered them both inside of you, you let out squeal and arched your back off the bed, Cas curled his fingers and thrusted them upwards hitting your G- spot as he sucked you clit "oh god Cas I'm gonna come!" You screamed, you hand running through his hair pushing him closer to you as sped up his actions, you continued to let out small moans of his name as the knot in your stomach burst and you came hard on Castiel's tongue

The angel groaned kept thrusting his fingers until you orgasm had washed over you, once your legs began to shake Cas pulled away from you and kissed your lips, you moaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue when he deepened the kiss, you wrapped your shaky legs around his waist and pulled him closer to you "I need you so bad cas" you begged 

The angel complied as he placed his hard cock at your entrance, pushing inside you slowly, inch by inch, you moaned against Cas's lips and he slipped his tongue in your mouth, wrestling with you own as he thrusted deep inside of you, hitting your G-spot with his tip every thrust "faster please baby" you cried out, Cas obeyed, gripping your hips tightly in his hands as he pounded inside of you "oh god! Yes Castiel!" You screamed dragging your finger nails down his back leaving deep red lines that would soon fade into the angels skin 

"You feel incredible Y/N!" Cas groaned as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head in pleasure and your breasts bounced at the force of every one of his thrusts "i won't last long" you struggled to say "neither will I" Cas said and continued his movements and you soon felt your orgasm come crashing down on you "Cas oh god yes!" You squealed his name on pleasure, Cas groaned and started thrusting faster, triggering his own orgasm, his came inside of you, hot spurts of cum coating your walls as he moaned your name over and over again

Cas pulled out of you after a few more calculated thrusts, he lay down beside you and pulled your tired body right against his "you know for last night being your first time having sex, your pretty fucking good at it" you told him, Cas smiled and kissed your forehead "I learned a lot from the pizza man" the angel said completely serious making you burst into laughter "oh sweetie… that's why you're so adorable" you smiled up at him.

For the next few days while you waited for the boys to get back  you and Castiel wandered around the quaint town, taking in the small scenery however you could only enjoy so much of your time together when you were waiting to talk to Dean... what could he possibly want to talk about?

It was 10m and you and Cas were sat in the motel room waiting for the boys, Sam called a while ago to say they'd be back in an hour. You tapped your fingers along the styrofoam cup of your coffee as you waited your doom "why are you anxious?" The angel asked his head tilted to the side and his eyes narrowed as he observed your fidgeting "I'm fine Cas, Dean just wants to talk to me about something so I'm a little worried about what" you told him and he nodded "I hope it's to apologise for how he hurt you" you shook your head swallowing a sip of your bitter coffee "he already did actually on the text… it's something else he wants to-" 

Your sentence was cut off by the sound of the creaky motel door opening "hey we're back" Sam said sporting some new wounds on his face, you let out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding and ran to hug the giant hunter "I'm so glad you guys are okay" you mumbled into Sam's shoulder" he wrapped his arms around you tightly "yeah me too it was a rough one, really could have done with back up on it" Sam confessed 

“I promise I’ll be there to help next time Sammy” you pulled back from the big hug Turning to a sheepish looking Dean who was sporting a gash across his cheek and a busted lip “…hey” he said his gaze focused on his feet, your face grew hot as your felt the anger bubble in you chest “hey? Are you serious right now! First you basically tell me I’m worthless to you, that you don’t care if I live or die oh and then you send me a text apologising, which by the way doesn’t count as a real apology, and now all you have to say is hey? Are you fucking kidding me dean!” You yelled making all three boys stare at you in shock

“no I- I have a lot more to say, I just I don’t know how to do it. Look can we go somewhere and just talk in private?” dean asked his cheeks turning redder by the second “alright fine by me, let’s go” you grumbled out and stomped past him toward the impala dean following close behind.

“So what did you want to tell me Dean?” You asked with venom laced in your voice “Y/N, I’m so sorry for what I said to you, I didn’t mean it… I just-I- son of a bitch I don’t know how to say this” dean stuttered, hitting the steering wheel in frustration 

you sighed, placing your hand on his to calm him down, Dean turned to look at you “just talk to me dean” you told him softly rubbing your thumb along his rough hand. He let out a deep sigh before leaning forward capturing your lips with his in a fierce kiss, you kissed him back wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him closer to you, Dean slipped his tongue passed your lips, you pulled back suddenly “wait Dean, I can’t” you told him 

“I’m sorry I just I didn’t know how to tell you I liked you I just thought I could show you, son of a- I’m an idiot” dean chocked out moving back against the drivers door, you leaned toward him “no dean your not an idiot, it’s just Cas and I are together now” you confessed and he nodded in understanding “dean I used to really like you, Sam used to try and get me to tell you but I was scared, and you didn’t seem interested, especially with how mean you could be to me.. I honestly thought you hated me so I started talking to Cas and we’ve gotten really close over the past couple years he became my best friend and I started to have feelings for him and it turns out he liked me too” you told Dean as tears streamed down your face

Dean smiled at you “I get it, I hope you guys are really happy together,  you deserve to be happy” he said quickly before scrambling out of the car

You jumped out after him trying to talk to him as he headed towards town “Dean wait, please don’t walk away from me” you cried out but he didn’t stop.

You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down as your headed toward Sam and your boyfriend, Sam was on his feet as soon as you walked in the room “hey what happened? Where’s Dean?” He questioned when he seen the tears streaming down your face “we talked about some things and he headed towards town, I think you should check on him” Sam nodded and headed out to find his brother 

“What did dean wish to speak to you about” the angel asked as he sat next to you on the bed you sighed and wiped the tears from your face “dean and I had a lot to unfold and secrets came out into the opening  and he walked off upse- god this is horrible I never wanted to hurt him like that… I haven’t seen him so upset in a long time” you cried and Cas pulled you into him “It’ll be okay, I’ve got you” he said placing a kiss on the top of your head “thanks Cas that means a lot to me” you said placing a kiss on his scruffy jaw

The angel turned to gaze into your eyes with a loving stare, he placed his lips on yours in a small kiss “I’m falling in love with you Y/N Y/LN” he confessed to you making your heart swell in your chest “I’m falling in love with you too Castiel”.

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ALL MY OWN WORK I DO NOT GIVE CONSENT TO COPY OR PUBLISH ON OTHER SITES , I.E WATTPAD, ETC, WITHOUT MESSAGING TO ASK FIRST

Finally the long awaited part 2 of my Castiel imagine, hope you all like it… and incase anyone was wondering I couldn’t help myself but make a Dean version too ;) that’ll be out very soon, for my Castiel girlies please enjoy

to the guys that wanted tagged in part 2 I promise I didn’t forget about you :))

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— BLUEBIRD

REQUEST : “Would you be willing to write a Dean and Castiel 3some with female or nb reader? Kinda like a mix between sweet and rough with the guys. Thx in advance and I love your writing!!!” — @madzzz0797

PAIRING : castiel x nb!reader, dean winchester x nb!reader x castiel

CHARACTERS : none

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), female anatomy, friends w/benefits, threesome MFM, fluff, Dean in sweatpants, oral sex, vaginal fingering, harddom!cas, sub!reader, softdom!dean, edging, a bit of voyeurism, overstimulation, degradation and praise 🤭, cum eating, cum play 

WORD COUNT : 3.5k

A/N : title from a christina perri song. hi, this was fun to write and thank you so much, i also needed something to restart my motivation 🤭. i think since i wrote this in 2nd POV the reader can be considered non-binary? I hope that’s okay 🫶🏻 i think this is more of a castiel x reader fic bc I've been wanting to write a fic about my angel LOL XX

You had no idea how you ended up in this situation.

You, Dean, and Cas were in the ‘Dean Cave’ watching a horror movie. 

At some point, you pissed Cas off when he said something about the movie was unrealistic. He’d get easily irritated at these movies, frustrated by the uselessness of the characters, or by the overpowering of the villain. You told him to shut up and Dean snorted at you, but Cas glared at you. 

His eyes were narrowed in your direction for a while--for saying that to him and because your comment made Dean laugh at him. Because you jumped at the opportunity to take jabs at him for critiquing the movies both your and Dean loved. Dean never said anything, but you said too much.

It was at the end of the movie when Cas pulled you onto his lap, his lips were everywhere. They were on your neck, biting your shoulder and leaving red marks on your throat. He ripped open the flimsy, buttoned top you were wearing and opened it, his large hands smoothed up the front of your body. Your nipples hardened at the coldness of the air within the concrete walls of the room. Cas’ warm hands held and kneaded your breasts, and from beside you, Dean stared at you with hooded eyes--aroused and surprised. 

You reached back and buried your fingers in Cas’ dark hair, grasping soft strands of his hair between your fingers. You could feel how hard he was under you. Wearing only some plaid shorts, you felt yourself get wet instantly when you circled your hips to feel some friction between your thighs, spreading your legs to feel him better. 

He pinched your nipples murmuring degrading words into your ear and shoved his hand inside your shorts, no underwear to stand in his way. His cold fingers touched the warmth between your legs, making you gasp in surprise, and squirm in his lap. 

“You’re more irritating than Dean,” Cas whispered huskily against your skin. You almost laughed, but you bit down on your lip, and grinned mischievously instead.

Dean palmed his cock over the black sweatpants he was wearing, staring at you as you arched your back, pushing your chest into Cas’ hands. Cas dipped his fingers into your entrance, gathering the slippery liquid of your arousal on his fingertips. You whined softly, whispered his name, begging him to touch you. Your clit throbbed, aching for attention but Cas ignored it and your words, creating a ‘v’ with his fingers slipping through your folds, grazing the sides of your clit. 

You looked to the side at your best friend, his teeth snagged his lip as he watched you, and his cheeks were coloured with a deep red blush that flared up to his ears.  

“You like when Dean watches you as I touch you?” Cas asked, nipping at your earlobe. Dean's eyes snapped up to your face, away from your wriggling hips and arching chest, watching you nod your head in response to Cas’ question. 

Cas removed his hands from your body, to push you off his lap. Your shorts rested haphazardly on your hips and you turned curiously as Cas shrugged the trench coat off his shoulders and started to loosen the tie around his neck. Your eyes darkened and you almost forgot to breathe.

“Sit down.” You did as Cas told you while biting your tongue to stop your snarky reply, and sat down on the armchair he was just sitting in. You rubbed your thighs together, staring up as Castiel slowly unbuttoned his shirt. He was teasing you on purpose, staring into your eyes assertively as he took his sweet time getting to the last few buttons on his white shirt. 

He kept the shirt on, opened up so you could see his tan skin and the taut muscles on his stomach. He only unbuckled his belt and popped the first button, slowly pulling the zipper down before getting down on his knees before you. 

Cas looked up at you indifferently and hooked his fingers into your shorts, pulling them down slowly. He trailed his lips up your thighs and then moved up to chase after the waistband of your shorts as he pulled them lower, pressing open mouth kisses at the exposed skin. Cas’ tongue dipped in between your folds to teasingly press against your clit, causing you to moan and roll your hips upward into his mouth.

Dean moaned softly, too, from beside you, so you turned to watch him curiously. His hand was hidden beneath his sweats, moving along his cock beneath unknown layers, watching you. It made you hornier, wetter, your clit pulsed at the sight of him and then at Cas between your legs. 

He grabbed your knees when your shorts were off, discarding them on the cold floor. Cas spread your legs and lifted them up so they draped over the arms of the chair, but you were a panting mess before he even touched you. 

You whispered Dean’s name, urging him to come to you. With a whine, he slipped his hand out of his pants and almost excitedly made his way over beside you, leaning down he captured your lips in a heated kiss. You gasped into his mouth, and Cas decided to dive into your pussy at that moment, too.

He was merciless, sucking your clit and grasping your hips to keep you still. An iron grip preventing you from moving against his warm mouth, but Dean tongue fucked your mouth into silence, rolling one of your nipples between his rough fingers. 

You placed your hands on Cas’ head, threading your fingers through the dark strands of his short hair. You didn’t tug too hard, knowing Cas would take it as you trying to take control from him, and he’d deny you an orgasm. 

Out of breath, Dean pulled away from you and then lowered his sweatpants and boxers down his thighs. You licked your lips, trying not to close your eyes so you could watch Dean touch himself, his pretty cock leaking precum at the tip. Your mouth watered at the sight of him and you moved forward while your eyes fluttered close, hoping Dean would come closer and put his dick in your mouth. 

He bunched the Henley up his chest and guided his cock into your waiting mouth. He teased you first by tracing your lips with the tip, leaving you mouth covered in a thin layer of his arousal. A shaky little breath from between your lips made him shiver, but the feel of his warmth parting your mouth made you moan around him instantly.

“Fuck, you’re so hot,” Dean gasped, gripping the hair at the top of your head once his cock slipped between your lips. 

Meanwhile, Cas rested his arm over your thighs rather than holding you down with two hands. With one hand free, his long fingers played with the wetness and saliva he left behind on your folds, getting them lathered up before pushing them inside your leaking cunt. 

Dean guided your mouth in his cock and you opened your eyes to watch him. His head was thrown back and his mouth was open, little gasps and moans of pleasure slipping out of him as he pushed your head onto him. You forced yourself forward, taking him deeper. A loud grunt vibrated through his chest and he praised you, unlike Cas. 

“That’s right, baby, take my cock all the way. Fuck.”

You knew if you spoke your snide thoughts Cas would leave you without an orgasm with Dean’s heavy cock in your mouth. The pleasure felt too good, you refused to say anything that would prevent you from reaching the ultimate high. Cas’ tongue felt amazing massaging your clit and his fingers were shoved deep inside of you, the pads of his fingers finding multiple sensitive spots that you couldn’t find otherwise with your own hands. 

Eventually, Dean had shoved his cock so far down your throat your nose would press against his soft skin. Your eyes watered as you became out of breath, gagging occasionally around him, but he seemed to enjoy it more. Your throat made a completely obscene sound and Dean sometimes pulled you off his dick to let you breath, edging himself. 

You opened your eyes to gaze at Dean. He heaved above you, his fingers gripping his shirt in place and your hair tightly, almost painfully. Even Cas moaned softly against your pussy, sucking your clit, or grazing the sensitive nerve with his teeth. You moaned loudly when you blinked tears away, your thighs twitching at the thought of being used completely by your two hot, best friends. 

“Are you going to orgasm already?” Cas murmured mockingly against your clit. You whined around Dean, who then pulled out of your mouth so you could respond to Cas. You let out a breathy ‘yes’ and moved one of your hands up to your breast and away from Cas’ now-messy hair, tweaking and pinching your nipple. 

Dean guided his cock back into your mouth and just then Cas said, “don’t let Dean cum yet.” Dean groaned in irritation and slowed down the bob of your head on his cock, his thighs tense and his stomach tightened. 

“Fuck,” Dean whispered, “just cum, sweetheart.” Cas looked up at you and he nodded his head in approval, signalling for you to orgasm. Your body became stiff at first and Dean removed his cock from your mouth as you moaned loudly. Dean slid his hands down your body, his touch intensifying your pleasure and you let go completely. Cas sucked loudly at your pussy as you shook, gasping his name.

You squirmed, trying to push him away, but he smirked, and continued to suck your swollen, sensitive clit. You cried out and whined, writhing, trying to get away, but he kept you in place. Dean chuckled at the sight of you and lifted his pants. He leaned back down, this time, to slip your nipple into his mouth, he lapped at it lewdly, left it coated in his saliva and sucked on it while pinching the other one softly. 

You whined when Cas found a new rhythm on your clit, his fingers pumped into you roughly, wet and loud. His saliva and your cum coated his fingers, dripping down to his palm and you came again, unexpectedly but less intensely than the first time. Dean moved away from you and bit his lip to look at you as you orgasmed for the second time within minutes after the first. 

You tried to relax as Cas trailed his wet lips down the inside of your thighs, soothing your restless body. You shut your legs as soon as he moved out from between them. His mouth was wet still, his lips dark pink and swollen, his hair a tousled mess. He cleaned it up with his shirt, lifting his shoulder to his mouth in two swipes. He watched you squeeze your thighs and rub them together in the armchair he usually sits in. 

“We’re not done with your, yet,” Cas told you flatly. You stared up at him, not knowing how to respond, especially as he lowered his black slacks and his boxers low enough to release his cock. Dropping your gaze down to his cock, your oversensitive clit throbbed and your pussy clenched around nothing. “Get up,” he ordered, then bit his lip as he thumbed the head of his cock, spreading the precum that dripped from the slit. 

You scrambled up off the armchair on shaky legs, thankful that Cas caught you with his arms around your waist to kiss you passionately. He hummed softly, tasting Dean on your tongue, and you moaned against his mouth, kissing him hungrily despite tasting yourself. He shoved the unbuttoned sleep shirt from your form and once it was on the floor, your hands slid down the front of his body, feeling the smoothness of his body, then moved up to brush against his nipples. 

Dean eventually found his place behind you, his hands mimicked yours. He dropped kisses along your shoulders and your back, both of his skilful hands cupping your breasts, teasingly ghosting his thumbs over your nipples. 

You couldn’t decide whether to grind back against Dean or rub yourself up against Cas. But Cas chose for you, the three of you moved smoothly, Cas spun you around so he could sit down. He pulled away from your lips and you were trapped in a daze when he did, trying to focus on what was going to happen next. 

“You’re a whore,” Cas said suddenly. It made your cheeks flare up and Dean's lips froze on your shoulder blade. “You’re letting both your friends use you for pleasure,” he stated bluntly, even while staring up at you, he still had more power than you could ever possess when you had sex with each other. “You like that, don’t you? Switching that mouth of yours between Dean’s cock and then mine?” Your eyes darkened with lust and you didn’t even deny it. His words made you more aroused than you already were and Dean must have known because he grabbed your hair and tugged on it to roughly bite down on your neck. “Spreading your legs and letting either one of us fuck you until you have an orgasm so intense you pass out? Over and over.” Dean smirked against your skin and laughed through his nose, which made you feel hotter and wetter. “How many times have you come to me to make you orgasm? How many times did you go to Dean when I wasn’t there?”

You were breathing heavily by the end of his speech, your knees felt weak and you were already considering getting down on your knees to suck him off when Castiel opened his mouth again to demand, “get down on your knees. Taste me, let me fuck your dirty, whore mouth.” Cas stopped jerking himself off to hold a silent conversation with Dean, tipping his head towards where his coat was. 

He was much nicer to Dean which irritated you. When you curiously looked away from Cas to watch what Dean was doing, you did it to make Cas angry, to tease him the way he’d done to you. Dean rifled through the pockets until he pulled out Castiel’s wallet, searching through cards, cropped photos, and a dry flower to pull out a square foil. A condom. 

“Awesome,” Dean announced with a grin, which made you smile.

Cas diverted your attention away from Dean with a yank of your hair. You whined and narrowed your eyes at him. He didn’t care, he smirked at you and shimmied his hips downward and pulled your face forward until you were close enough to his cock that he could tap your lips with the soft head. 

Your mouth watered quickly and your knees ached from the concrete beneath you.

“Hey, let me put this under you. The floor’s gonna hurt your knees.” You glanced at Dean, keeping Cas’ dick close enough to your mouth that he could continue playing with you. Dean brought Cas’ coat over to you, rolled up nicely and you let him place it where your knees were. 

Cas didn’t let you thank Dean, instead guided your mouth to wrap around the tip of his leaking cock. He controlled what you did and you willingly let him do what he wanted to your mouth. You salivated around him, sucking softly, licking the slit to taste everything that he had. 

“Ready?” Dean asked you. Having stripped off his own clothes to use it for his own knees, before slipping on the condom and settling behind you. You moaned wantonly in response, but Dean chose to tease you first. He slid his cock between your folds, rubbing against your clit with a moan. You whined around Cas’ cock, impatiently wiggling your ass so Dean could take you, but Cas shoved your face down all the way down his dick, muffling any other whines and moans. 

“You told me to shut up,” he told you breathlessly, “I’ll teach you to shut up with my cock in your mouth.” You whimpered quietly, tears stinging your eyes from how unexpectedly Cas was holding you down on him. You ached for Dean to fill you up, aroused as you felt Cas’ dick move down your throat, only to pull you up and then back down again.

“So wet,” Dean moaned softly, then moved to give you what you wanted. He slowly and gently pushed into your wet hole, unlike Cas. Dean’s thumbs brushed against your hips and he moved forward until he was buried into you as deeply as he could go. “You feel so good,” Dean continued to praise you, deviating from the harsh way Cas pushed your head down his cock. 

Soon, both of your friends were fucking you earnestly at both ends. Dean rolled his hips slowly and deeply, constantly hitting that perfect spot inside your walls with each thrust. He gripped your hips tightly but his sweet words eased your mind and soothed your ego as you pleased them both and let them please you.

You couldn’t focus on them separately. You could feel them everywhere, all at once. Dean's hands roamed, from squeezing and pulling at your tits, to rubbing your clit. You felt worshipped, even though Cas was being rough with his hands and harsh with his words. You could feel Dean throb inside your pussy, the same way Cas’ cock throbbed in your mouth. 

Cas’ grip on your hair didn’t let up, edging between pleasure and pain. The thought of the three of you coming at the same time aroused you. Without Cas’ guidance you sucked and took him down your throat enthusiastically. Despite the harsh words that he grunted at you when Dean went quiet to moan and pant.

You took Cas’ words as praise because you must be making him feel so good all he could think of were filthy things to throw at you. With his cock throbbing in your mouth and Dean’s throbbing in your tightening pussy, you moaned a warning of your orgasm. Dean picked up the pace, his fingers focusing on your clit, and Cas relaxed completely beneath you.

Your muffled cry made Cas cum and in turn, the flutter of your pussy around Dean drove him over the edge. Just as you wanted, the three of you moaned, gasped, and groaned in pleasure. Cas pulled out of your mouth, giving you only half of his release and then came on your lips, part of your face, and your chest. As soon as Dean pulled out of you, Cas moved you up into his lap, holding your face gently as he gathered his cum and made you eat it. 

You licked his fingers, swallowed the come he gathered from your skin, and scooted forward to rub yourself on his cock. “Still not satisfied?” He teased you, letting you suck and lick his fingers as you’d done to his dick. 

Dean discarded the condom and laughed boisterously from where he stood. You let go of Cas’ thumb to raise a brow at Dean, offended. 

“You can’t laugh at me when you get laid way more than I do,” you complained, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I haven’t had that much sex these past few years. That thing with the Amazons was scary,” Dean admitted, with a shrug and a tight smile. “Also, I dunno if you noticed but the end of the world constantly, almost happening, is such a boner-killer. And I’m only surrounded by you guys. I don't really have time to go out and chase tail in between killing monsters and then saving everyone.”

“What about that girl you're calling and texting?” You asked, confusion taking your mind away from Cas’ roaming hands. 

“Not official at all... It’s too complicated.” Dean turned away and started to gather his clothes. You figured he was hoping to change or avoid the subject by ignoring the two of you, by leaving before you could keep prying. 

“Dean’s too afraid to make a move. Even his mom likes her, which is far more intimidating to Dean because he thinks he’s going to ruin it the way he thinks he always does. And if his mom sees what he sees in himself, it’ll feel much worse,” Cas explained to you brusquely. You looked at Cas with a frown.

“Thanks, man,” Dean replied sarcastically. 

“You’re welcome,” Cas responded. You couldn’t tell if Cas was being witty or serious when he said that, but you snickered anyway. 

“Okay, I’m gonna shower and sleep, ‘cause I’m.. old. Have fun!” Dean almost ran out of the Dean Cave but he backtracked and made his way back to you. He pressed a long and affectionate kiss to your forehead and grinned down at you playfully. You smiled and watched him leave, sexy and still naked with his clothes in his arms.

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[samlacy]

Let me go, I’m starving

my first SPN as well as Ship fanfiction on here

I hope you like it :)) And Im sorry for the long ass hiatus…

Happy new years??

PLUS check out my ao3 Samlacy, I post on there!!

Summary:

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Sam gathers his words,

“Cas, please, just this once.”

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The book slammed down on the floor by a strong force, hitting the wood, hard enough to make a noise that notified the whole apartment (if there was anyone), Sam was seriously pissed off.

Cas looked up from his palms to Sam sitting on the hotel chair, his laptop on the desk and some book on the floor.

His hands were gripping his hair, giving the impression he could pull out his long hair-strands right out of his head.

Which was not a pleasure to Cas, since he loved Sam’s silky, straight and long for a man hair.

Cas hopped off the Hotel bed and walked up to the book on the floor. He picks it up and puts it, gently, back on the desk, still keeping his hand on it while his eyes focused on the stressed individual.

Sam noticed the book with the hand on it and looked up to, expectedly, see Castiel.

Not that it was a bad thing that he was here the whole time he was tearing himself up about this case, but the fact that he had such a harsh expression on his face that it didn’t quite fit in either the angry or disappointed category.

“I’m sorry”, slipped out of Sam’s mouth, with no control. Why was he sorry? He didn’t hurt the Angel in any kind of way, did he?

“You’re good”, Castiel whisper-says as he took the hand off the book and instead pulled the other chair back to sit right across Sam.

The silence filled and Sam decided to just keep working and try to find at least something, anything on the Web. Although

Cas eyes were piercing through his head and he felt it.

The angel once again had a worry or suspicion on Sam, and he was oh-so-curious to know what it is now.

Its almost like Castiel always is suspicious of him!

But this time, Sam felt the mood shift a little as soon as Cas sighed and leaned back into his seat.

Sam’s heart was beating in his chest, just like it always did when him and Cas were somehow alone or he had an interaction with the angel.

He doesn’t know if it was a demon instinct or that he had a big fat “teenage” crush on the so called angel.

Sam will rather go with option one.

Or neither, if possible.

Its not like Sam wants to feel this way, especially when Cas is his brothers best friend (and maybe almost boyfriend). He honestly doesn’t know, but he does notice the tension between those two.

The way Dean gets soft to Cas, like he never was to Sam, it is quite the scene.

He can honestly just hope for those feelings to disappear completely one day, its not like Cas would love him anyway.

“How long are you gonna keep this up, Samuel?” Cas breathes out, hinting a bit of exhaustion in his voice, looking straight at Sam.

Sam’s eyes widen immediately as his shallow yet uncoordinated breathing followed up. He tried calming down, tried making it less obvious that he could go crazy any minute.

With as much calmness he can get to in the moment, he asks shakily, “What do you mean, keep up what?”

Slam.

Castiel slammed the laptop shut and was stood. Sams eyes were even more widened than before and had a hint of blush on his face, maybe also some reaction down there.

The Angel had a stern yet soft expression on his face as if he was genuinely sick, fed up of whatever Sam was doing.

The silence couldn’t be even more noisy after the slam, as it was exposing Sam’s shaky, caught off guard breathing.

Their eye contact was long and deep, as if Castiel could burn right through them any moment.

Ironically.

As it took long enough for Castiel to realize that this length of the pause was getting awkward and intense, he coughed and backed off, by standing straight in front of Sam.

He fixed his coat up a little before speaking, “You know. The avoiding of me, an angel, in your presence or maybe the lack of attention, even words, to me. Why is that?”

If Sam wasn’t nervous enough before, he might’ve hit the limit right now. His hands starting shaking as no words left his mouth, as if he froze in place.

What could he possibly reply to that?

Castiel got out of the way of the desk and walked to Sam’s side to cup the man by his cheek and turn his head to face him, the hand moving down to hold his chin up.

Sam’s lips turned dry and eyes were fixated on Castiel’s, blue like the Atlantic, eyes.

“I..”, Sam manages to get out, however didn’t help his case.

“Hm, tell me, Sam. What is up with the ignorance?”

Sam’s cheek heated up like crazy. His heart was basically already out of his chest beating like crazy. He managed to lick his lips and gulp down.

“Nothing, it’s nothing”, he breathed out trying to get out of Castiel’s grip, before he felt the tight squeeze and couldn’t move a bit.

Castiel sighed as he slightly loosen the grip, as to not hurt the man.

“You know that’s not true, Sammy”, the nickname made Sam’s head spin, do stuff to him.

‘Please, keep calling me that’ is what he wants to say, but how could he? It would only ruin everything that he tried so hard to build up between them.

Every single answer would ruin their friendship, relationship.

Why now, why exactly at the time he doesn’t know what to do?

“Do you like me, Samuel?”

Silence.

Dead silence.

No, no, no, no, no. Don’t call me that. Please, please, please! Please just everything, but not that.

How is he supposed to answer that? Was it even really a choice at the moment to answer or not.

Im your Sammy, so please call me that, please.

Cas let go of Sam’s face as he turned his head to the side and proceeds to walk out the room while mumbling a ‘whatever. It was a stupid question.’

“Yes”, was all he had to hear for Cas to turn back and freeze at where he stood before, in front of the (to the side turned) sitting boy.

“What?”

breathe.

“Yes, I do. I like you”, Sam felt a hole in his stomach, scared shitless of the possibilities of Cas’ reaction right after he finishes talking, “Hell, I like you so much that I always start shaking, gasping for air and stutter like a teenage girl saying ‘hi‘ to her hallway crush for the first time.”

Corny, but worth it.

Yet again a silence that got broken off by a calm soft voice.

Not the good kind, but maybe curiosity.

“Are you not ashamed of how dean might react to this intimacy of ours? Your feelings towards me might really damage the relationship between you and your brother”, Cas talks in his yet always wise voice.

“It’s damaged enough, what do you want me to do? I just love you, I can’t control it”, Sam gasps out, tears threatening to fall as shame fulfills that pit in his stomach.

But yet, for fucked up reasons, his cock was hard in his jeans, with no shame.

Which seems like Castiel noticed it and had zero shame as well to ask.

“Do you want me to touch you?”

Sam gathers his words, looking up at him with teared up eyes and a shaking bottom lip,

“Cas, please, just this once.”

And he complied.

No other words exchanged as Cas took Sam by his wrist and dragged him to the bed, gently pushing him down so he lays flat down.

Sam was ashamed enough to move anyway. So he just watched Castiel unzip his jeans to reach to the hardened cock with underwear covering it.

Cas pulled Sam’s jeans off for him and let it drop onto the floor as he positioned himself on the bed, between his legs.

His hands rid up Sam’s shirt, slowly lifting it up until above his chest, which his fingers caressed over his nipples.

Sam never knew he would be this sensitive to Castiel’s touch as whimpers left his mouth with no control.

Cas was gentle with his expressions, yet his fingers were pinching and abusing his nipples.

He decides to lean down and wrap his lips around Sam‘s left nipple, his right hand on Sam‘s right nipple.

His tongue licked over the nipple, wetting it while looking up at Sam. The sight was immaculate enough to almost make Sam come in his underwear right there.

Fuck, Cas was a complete tease.

“Please, Cas, please, please, please—“,

Sam groans when Cas bites down and then let’s go to suck on them, as a way to sooth them.

Now tears of pleasure instead of shame were spilling from Sam’s eyes as he slowly put his hands on Castiel’s shoulders, gently gripping onto them for support.

The shirt was creasing under Sam‘s touch before Cas decided to let go of boy‘s body whole, only forcing the shirt off of him.

Now Sam was completely naked (apart from the boxers) in front of Cas while Cas just took of his upper body clothes, only unzipping his jeans and letting his lower part stay clothed.

Sam was desperate to see the Angel clothes free, as he slowly caressed his hands down to the cock of the man.

But before he could imagine anything further, Cas slid his hands in Sam‘s underwear, cupping his ass cheeks before he leans down to kiss the man.

Sam wraps his arms and legs around Cas as he melts into the oddly gentle kiss, mouth wet all over.

Cas gives the boy‘s ass a squeeze before one finger was teasing his hole. Sam gasped silently as it was sudden of Cas pushing in a whole finger, his walls hugging tightly on the dry finger.

It was burning, it did not feel good at all.

But Sam couldn’t get the words out as he really didn’t want to miss this chance.

His only chance of ever having this with Cas before he watches him run to his brother, Dean, and possibly even get together.

It’s not fair! He loved Cas first, he always loved Cas more, but why did the angel have to go and like Dean? Someone who denies his sexuality with all his strength just to go to some bar and drink his brains out.

Cas broke the kiss as he slowly went down Sam‘s neck leaving a peck before sitting straight, so he can pull Sam‘s underwear off and finger him normally. Quickly demanding Sam to suck a little on his fingers, taking them back immediately after.

The cold breeze hit Sam‘s cock and hole as he shivered. He sat his ass back down as he lifted it before to let Cas take his underwear down.

His legs were spread wide, his hands sneaking to his thighs, holding them open.

Cas had a small glitter in his eyes as he leaned down to nip at Sam‘s inner thigh, his index finger teasing his way into his hole.

Sam whimpered, his chest rising before dropping again when Cas‘ lips left his thigh alone and instead kissed his lower abdomen.

That one finger turned into two and then directly to three as he thrusted in and out. Sam‘s hands gripped for the sheets as he huffed fast.

Cas was still struggling with understanding some humans cant go as fast or have the stamina an angel does. But Sam is slowly trying to learn to last longer, so its a good challenge.

“Cas, please I need you in me. please—“, Sam gasped when he felt the fullness leave and get replaced with emptyness.

Cas still had the calm, straight face he always had around anyone, except dean of course. Always dean.

It broke Sam, he doesnt know why, but the angel just seeing him like any other person broke him. It really did.

Sometimes he might’ve caught himself wishing he was Dean.

Cas pulls his underwear under his balls, as he strokes his desperate hardening cock.

“Im going to enter now”, Cas warns as he slowly pushes in with a groan, stretching out Sam.

Sam’s vision went blurry, he felt the Angel already move before he could realize it any further.

Castiels hands were on his hips, holding tightly as he pounded into Sam with full force, showing no mercy, hitting the man’s prostate every time.

He begged for his release, by each thrust groans and whimpers slipping from each other as Sam’s cock slapped his own stomach.

It really didn’t take long before Sam was begging again, “Im gonna come, please Cas.”

And by that Cas wrapped his hand around Sam’s cock and started pumping to which Sam shot out, leaving out a scream.

He was shaking from the orgasm as Cas let go of his cock and pull out of the boy.

When Sam was feeling more conscious after the orgasm, he was confused as to why the Angel didn’t come yet.

He watched as Cas zipped his jeans up and threw his shirt on, neatly and not missing any buttons on his shirt.

“Why didn’t you come?” Sam took the courage to ask as he covered himself with the blanket.

Cas was done with the tie as he slowly turned to Sam, having an as confused expression as Sam.

“I did this purely for your pleasure, Sam. I was helping you out, and if we are done now, I’m going to have to leave and look for Dean”, Castiel calmly responded as he turned to the mirror, making sure his hair was in place, “Oh, and did you see my coat by any chance?”

Sam felt his world shudder into even more pieces than before. Anger and Sadness all in once taking over him.

Why couldn’t at least Castiel lie to him, tell him he loved him or just come for the shake of this!

“Just seriously go Castiel! I had it with you, just go and look for your Dean”, Sam spat as he threw the man’s coat at him. He stood up from the bed, his knees weak, but enough strength to pull his underwear on and try to fetch on some joggers and a shirt.

Cas was trying to keep up to the situation as he held Sam by his wrist, trying to get out some kind of information off the boy. Why was he throwing a tantrum?

Sam harshly waved the hand off of him as he turned to Cas with tears spilling down, a pained expression on the man’s face.

Did Cas do this to him?

“Just go, please. We are done for today”, Sam gasped as he watched the Angel take his arm back and disappear into thin air.

Sam broke into pieces as he just stood there and sobbed his eyes out to some feelingless Angel who would forget about this by the next minute.

Who didn’t even care if he had sex with Sam, he just did all those soft kisses and gentle touches to feed Sam’s pure delusions.

[ficmesideways]

Request for Anonymous GIf Source: Unknown / Bottle

Imagine Dean wanting to drink a shot of Whiskey out of your bellybutton but you're shy because you have body issues 

------- Imagine -------

You had all been sitting around the table celebrating a big win, one of those too rare moments where you could laugh, drink, and just enjoy the time you all had together. Cas had ended up calling it quits early though saying something along the lines of alcohols miniscule effects before disappearing with the sound of wings. Sam had flat outsaid that he was tired of you and Dean making moon eyes at each other before he shuffled off to his room saying goodnight as he did so. You couldn’t help it though, your relationship with Dean was relatively new and you couldn’t help how good it felt to just be around him.

Dean just laughed at Sammy and moved to sit in the chair next to you, tuning it to face you directly, you doing the same to your own chair so you could face him as well. A few more shots and jokes later and your body felt warm and tingly ad your face was hurting a little from smiling. One of Dean’s hands had moved to your thigh at some point as he had leaned in to talk to you and now was absently running up and down it as his other hand traced the rim of his whiskey glass. You watched him as he rubbed your thigh and saw the moment his eyes sparked with an idea looking back and forth between you and his glass.

“(Y/N)?” Dean asked, saying your name low in his whiskey smoked voice.

“Hmmmm?” You hummed in questioning response to relaxed and happy to reply right now.

“Would you let me try something?” He said. You saw him blushing lightly, or maybe that was just the flush from the whiskey, you weren’t sure but you replied anyway. “What did you have in mind?”

“Me drinking this.” He said pulling his glass from the table. You snorted a laugh and said a quick “Ok.” He looked down then, smiling at your misunderstanding since he didn’t finish his sentence before continuing, “off of you.”

You giggled nervously as you watched him but when he didn’t say he was joking or move away from you your laughter died some and you could feel yourself blush. “You can’t!” You suddenly squeaked out, embarrassed at the high pitched noise.

“Oh?” He said smirking and scooting closer to you. He took your hand then, standing and pulling you with him.

“Dean, I…I’m not…” You looked around nervously when you lost your word. Dean touched your chin to with a fingertip to get you to look at him. “What is it (Y/N)?”

You sighed and finally locked your eyes to his, mesmerized by the verdant gaze staring back at you. Taking a deep breath you said “My body, it’s…it’s not…I just don’t want you to be turned off when you see me.”

The immediate snort he made had you glaring at him enough that he held up his hands as a sign of surrender and apology. “I didn’t mean to laugh, but (Y/N) you have to know how hard I have to fight to keep both my eyes and my hands off of you right?” AT your silent stare he continued. “I know you said you are insecure, and we have been taking it slow due to that but any little glimpse of you drives me mad with need.  He put the glass down on the table then stepped into your space gripping your hips tightly and pressing your body against his. He leaned down then, his mouth inches from yours as he whispered. “All I can think about is your hips in my hands, your thighs around my head, your stomach quivering from my touch. Every part of your body does the exact opposite of turning me off.”

You were almost panting from his words, and you noticed he wasn’t unaffected either, his eyes dark and almost pleading with you to say something. “Ok.” Your said so quiet you weren’t even sure he heard it; but then his hands gripped your hips tighter and he lifted you to deposit you onto the kitchen table. “That’s my girl.” He said before taking your lips in a hard but brief kiss, pulling back and reaching for his glass. “Ready when you are sugar.”

[valleydean]

Chapter 3 [Read Here]

HEAVYWEIGHT a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from beginning | playlist | ko-fi

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1927. The Golden Age of Boxing. Two years ago, light heavyweight champion Dean Winchester and heavyweight champion Castiel Novak had a secret affair. After a scandal tarnished Cas’ name and stripped him of his title, the two parted ways. Now, with a heavyweight tournament on the horizon, Dean aims to up his weight class so he can compete for the title. He finds unexpected competition when Cas comes out of retirement and returns to New York to fix his reputation. Upon their reunion, the two contenders learn that, outside of the ring, some bruises never really heal.

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“How does it feel to be the talk of the town?” he asked, tucking himself against Dean’s side and resting his arm over Dean’s stomach. On his walk over to the hotel, there had been chatter on every block, people bundled in coats excitedly relaying Dean’s victory.

Dean snorted. “Shouldn’t you know the answer to that already?”

Castiel was used to reading about his triumphs in the paper, even if he’d recently been trying to avoid the articles. His name in lights on marquees felt dimmer these past months; the cheers of the crowd rang hollow in his ears. But none of that mattered. Tonight was about Dean.

He raised a brow, awaiting Dean’s answer.

Dean’s grin brightened once more. He folded his warm hand over Castiel’s on his stomach. “I’m tellin’ you, man, I think this could be the one. This could put me on the map.”

Castiel tried to take everything in at once: the way Dean’s face shone, the love-bitten swell of his lips, the bruises that somehow only extenuated how handsome he was. His strength, both inside and out.

“You deserve it.”

A blush came to Dean’s ears as he ducked his eyes, as if what Castiel had just said was a flirtation instead of the truth.

“I mean it, Dean,” Castiel said. “You’ve worked hard for this moment.” He lifted Dean’s hand up and massaged his tender knuckles in slow circles. Dean’s hands always cramped up after a fight.

Dean hmphed, brushing off the praise, but his cheeks were still crimson. He cleared his throat. “It’ll just be good not to have to worry about ending up on the streets—especially with the cost of Sam’s schooling. Bet you’re relieved you won’t have to sink any more of your hard-earned cash into any of that.”

Hard-earned. The words made Castiel as cold as the snow again. He averted his eyes down to their conjoined hands. He collected himself and said, “I’ve told you, I want to help.”

It was worth it, he reminded himself. Dean was worth it. And Dean never had to know the truth about Castiel’s winnings. He didn’t have to know about Luc’s deals or the crooked judges and referees or the palming of money by officials at tournaments to keep Castiel’s rankings more favorable.

Castiel still earned the prizes from his fights. He still fought and bled and sweat. He still trained every day.

He remembered what Luc said when Castiel first learned of his dealings. “In this business, you gotta make the right friends. All they’re doing is giving us a leg up. You want to keep getting fights or not?”

He didn’t think about the fact that, tonight, Dean proved that skill was enough to achieve recognition. But it was rare—and Dean was special.

If Dean hadn’t been special, Castiel would have walked away from Morningstar Gym long ago.

“Yeah, well, still,” Dean muttered, regaining Castiel’s attention. “I’m gonna pay you back. All of it.”

Castiel shook his head, like he did the very first time Dean had said that, and every time since when they had this conversation. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the corner of Dean’s mouth. “No.”

“Cas!”

“I won’t accept it.”

“Well—” Dean grunted, grabbing Castiel’s wrists and forcing him on his back. He rolled on top of Castiel, the weight and heat on his body pressing Castiel into the mattress more than enough to put an end to Castiel’s thoughts. “Then, I’m just gonna have to force the cash down your pie hole.”

Castiel rumbled with a laugh, too elated to burst Dean’s bubble. Dean was dreaming again of a day when everything he wanted was in hand, when money wasn’t an issue, when he, his brother, and his father could be comfortable. Castiel would let him dream.

But, until it became a reality, Castiel would do whatever he must to help.

Dean didn’t have to know the truth.

Not about the money. Certainly not about the swell in Castiel’s chest every time he looked at Dean. Sometimes, it was too much to hold in. Castiel could feel it rising like a tide up his throat, trying to break the dam of his clenched teeth, a flood eager to spill out.

I love you, he wanted to say. I love you.

“You can certainly try,” he said instead, “but I’m fairly certain you’d lose that fight.”

Dean’s grip around his wrists tightened. He leaned down, lips brushing Castiel’s. “I dunno. Been taking down a lot of champs lately. Might come for your title, too, Angel.”

Even at the proximity, Castiel couldn’t stop gazing at Dean through his lashes.

He was worth everything.

Dean sealed their lips. His hands released Castiel’s wrists to sink his fingers into Castiel’s hair. Castiel wrapped his arms around Dean’s back. The sheets rustled as he rolled them over.

Outside, the snow fell.

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Suptober, day 2: Pillow Talk

“Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we’ve gotten together sooner?” Dean asked as he ran his fingers through Cas’ dark hair.

They were in bed, exhausted from spending the majority of their day working on their lake house. It was almost completed, but they still needed to go through some details that would fully transform the house into a home, like adding pictures, finding the perfect shelves for their books, Dean’s movies and Dean’s records, getting all the indoor plants Cas loved, buying stuff for hobbies they wanted to try… It was a hard work, but it was worth it, because they were building their home together and on their own terms.

Cas looked at him with a thoughtful face. He looked a bit more tired than Dean, probably because he still was learning about the limits of the human body, but just like Dean, he was happy and relaxed by just lying on their bed, face to face, hands on each other, sharing a few kisses every now and then, having some pillow talk. They always loved doing that. Even when they were sleepy, they always did some pillow talk because they could now, because they weren’t scared of anything anymore, because it was just the two of them in love, happy and safe.

“Sometimes,” Cas answered after a beat. His hand was cupping Dean’s face, his thumb moving soothingly over Dean’s freckles. “But I try not to dwell in the what ifs of the past.”

Dean hummed. “Yeah, I get it, the past’s the past, we can’t change anything about it. It’s just— I dunno.” With his other hand, he grabbed Cas’ free hand and caressed his knuckles. “Sometimes I keep thinking about all the times I could’ve just told you that I loved you. It would’ve saved us both from the heartache.”

“Perhaps,” Cas sighed, looking at their joined hands. “I also wish I could have been able to tell you that I loved you sooner, but…”

“Yeah, there was always something. A monster, an apocalypse, a life or death situation…” Dean finished, and their eyes met, speaking a language that they both no longer found foreign. “But in the end, you did tell me.”

“I did.”

“And you chose the worst time and place to do so.”

“At least I found the courage to confess my love for you first.”

Dean couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He also found Cas’ cocky stare amusing.

“Okay, fair point,” Dean admitted, bringing Cas’ knuckles to his lips and kissing them. “Anyway, aside from the shitty and near-death experience we were in—"

“I did die, Dean,” Cas interrupted, frowning.

“Please, don’t remind me that, sweetheart.”

Cas’ eyes softened and looked sad for a moment. He leaned and pressed a soft kiss on Dean’s lips, and then said, “I’m sorry, beloved.”

“Okay, so,” Dean cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the memories of that night. He had managed to save Cas from the Empty in the end, but remembering Cas’ last death was something that still hurt Dean. Just like Cas still suffered some trauma from his time in the Empty. That night had affected them in different ways. “Apart from the situation we were in that night, weren’t you fucking terrified about confessing your love? Coz I’m pretty sure you didn’t know how I truly felt. Even if I thought I was fucking obvious, I’ve never been the best at expression my feelings. I’m still working on that, though.”

Cas smiled softly at him. It was the kind of smile he only did for Dean, and Dean’s heart skipped a beat, like it always did.

“You do express your feelings, Dean,” Cas said, making Dean frown in confusion. “Perhaps you don’t do it often with words, but you do express your love in gestures. I just didn’t know that back then.” He maneuvered their hands until Dean’s palm was free and he pressed it to his lips. It wasn’t the first time Cas kissed Dean’s palm, but it still managed to make Dean blush, which Castiel found lovely. “But to answer your question, I wasn’t terrified.”

Dean arched his brows in surprise. “You weren’t?”

“I wasn’t. I wanted you to know how much I loved you, and how much love drove you despite of your beliefs. With every word that I was saying to you, I felt happier and freer, a feeling that culminated once I told you that I loved you.”

Dean just looked at him, processing the words.

“I thought it was going to be a goodbye and that I wasn’t going to have time to face the consequences of my love confession,” Cas explained. “I was fearless, because I was finally able to tell you how I felt, I was able to tell you how much you meant to me, how much you changed me, and how wonderful you were.” He smiled at that, and his eyes got slightly glassy, probably feeling the emotions he had felt that night. “And I think a part of me knew that you felt the same, because I could see love in your eyes, even if I wasn’t sure if it was the kind of love I felt for you. But once you saved me, I found out that you loved me in the same way I loved you.”

Unable to say any words, Dean kissed him, hoping that Cas would get the message. Dean still was trying to connect his heart to his mouth, but it was still a work in progress. Thankfully, Cas was getting better and better at understanding Dean’s many languages.

When they pulled away, they looked at each other with shaky smiles and eyes full of love.

“I was gonna confess that night too,” Dean admitted in a whisper.

“Were you?” Cas asked, almost shocked.

Dean nodded. “I wanted to do it. We were probably gonna die and I just— I just wanted you to know. I was trying to find the courage to do so, but then you said that maybe there was a way to defeat Billie, and well, you know how it all went down.” He sighed. “But I wanted to tell you so bad, Cas. I wanted to just tell you, but in the end, I just— there was so much going on that I couldn’t say it back.”

“But you did say it back when you saved me,” Cas assured him, pressing their foreheads together. “And you still say it to me every day. That’s what matters, Dean.” He pressed a brief but lovingly kiss on Dean’s lips. “Better late than never; isn’t that the saying?”

“Yeah, surprisingly you remembered the saying.”

Cas rolled his eyes, albeit fondly. Dean grinned.

“The past is done,” Cas said, ignoring Dean’s comment. “We both made good and bad choices along the way, but in the end, we ended up here. And I think that is a good thing.”

“It’s a fucking awesome thing,” Dean admitted with a soft and happy smile that Cas soon mirrored. Then, he removed the distance in between them and kissed Cas one more time. “I love you.”

Cas kissed him one more time and with as much love in his voice as Dean, he said, “I love you, too.”

[mishacollinsthighsss]

Destiel Drabble (~2,1k)

Dean/Castiel, fluff, post 15x18, human Cas, no sex but they definitely make out hard

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“Cas, you comin’?” Dean called out on his way to the Dean Cave, as he liked to call it. When he heard a door slam, he couldn't contain his smile.  Since they’d kissed two days ago, Cas was spending as much time with Dean as possible. They hadn’t talked about it yet, much less kissed again, hell, they hadn’t even touched since then and Dean was getting impatient. The only reaction Dean had gotten after he’d finally gotten up the nerve to go through with it was a shy - and very cute - smile and a blush. After that, Cas had disappeared into his room and hadn’t come out again for several hours. When he’d joined them later in the kitchen, he’d acted like nothing had happened, and Dean was fed up.

“Hello, Dean,” Cas muttered as he stepped into the room, a tiny smile on his lips and God, Dean wanted to kiss him again, but he held himself back.

“There you are. Hey, thought a horror movie would be cool; you okay with that?”

Dean knew how easy it was to scare Cas these days, probably because he wasn’t able to regulate his emotions as well now that he was human and that’s exactly why Dean chose that movie.  Cas looked confused for a moment, but then he gave a quick nod as he got comfortable on the couch, seating himself as far away from Dean as possible. Doubt started to set in once again.  He wondered  if Cas hadn’t been into the kiss and had just been too polite to reject him outright, but Dean shoved those thoughts away quickly. There’d been way too much tension between them over the years and Dean wasn’t completely crazy. At least he didn't think so.

“I’ve never known you to watch a horror movie before,” Cas said as Dean picked up the remote, looking at him curiously and it took Dean everything to hold back a grin.

“Hey, they’re great, alright? Best part about them? The monster always gets their ass kicked in the end. Now watch.”

Dean pointed to the TV with the remote before he put it down and got up to dim the lights. As he sat down again he made sure to sit a little closer to Cas, hoping that the other man would seek comfort at one point or another.

The first half of the movie was relatively boring and Dean caught himself almost falling asleep a couple of times, but when he heard the first quiet gasp from Cas beside him, he was suddenly wide awake.

“You okay there, buddy?” he asked innocently, turning his head just in time to see Cas nod. His eyes dropped down and his smile turned into a grin when he saw that Cas had been reaching out to him, but he’d missed his arm by an inch or two and had grabbed the upholstery of the couch instead. Moving slowly, Dean shook out his arm, before he put his hand right on top of Cas’, just for a second, but it was long enough for Cas to look at him.

“If you - if you’re too scared, we can just watch somethin’ else, no big deal. Or you could - y’know,” he muttered as he lifted his arms in Cas’ direction, hoping the dimmed lighting was enough to hide his blush. Without a single word, Cas moved closer and wrapped his arms around Dean’s waist,  hiding his face halfway into his chest. Dean’s heart did a little flip because although he’d been hoping for this, he hadn’t exactly expected it. Still, he carefully wrapped his arms around Cas’ shoulders and pulled him just a little closer.

“You sure you wanna finish this?” Dean asked after a couple more minutes of Cas gasping and twitching.  Instead of answering, Cas just lifted one of his hands and gestured for Dean to be silent.  As a result, he tried to actually concentrate on the movie - which, in hindsight, was pretty scary, especially if you hadn’t watched horror movies before - but he quickly realized that watching Cas was much more entertaining. Every little twitch made him pull the other man just a little closer and every time Cas turned his face into Dean’s chest because he knew something scary was coming, it made Dean smile like a goddamn teenage girl. 

It felt odd, cuddling with a man, but not as scary as Dean had thought it would be. It was actually quite nice. He had to hold back a chuckle as he thought about how he’d freaked out a couple months ago when Charlie had accused him of not being straight because at the time, Dean was locking away his feelings for Cas somewhere deep inside.  He’d wanted nothing to do with it. Now though, now he knew what he wanted and why he’d been so messed up over the years whenever something had happened to Cas. Now he knew that he’d never let anything happen to him again.

“Dean?” Dean blinked a couple of times as he heard Cas’ voice, just then noticing that he’d absentmindedly started to brush his fingers through the other man’s hair. His hand froze, but he didn’t pull it away as he lowered his head to look into Cas’ eyes.

“Sorry, I was somewhere else with my thoughts. You want me to stop?”

Cas blinked once, twice, before he shook his head slowly, his gaze fixed on Dean. The other man’s lips parted in surprise because of whatever the hell he was seeing in Dean’s eyes.

“You good, Cas? Feelin’ okay?” the hunter asked then because hell, if he wanted this to work then he had to actually work for it. Cas swallowed and his eyebrows drew together in confusion, but he nodded, yes.

“Are you alright?” Cas asked, the movie apparently completely forgotten.  Dean felt his cheeks heat up.

“I’m just peachy, Cas,” he answered honestly, his voice a little rougher than usual.  He could feel his heartbeat increasing as his brain reminded him that now was the perfect time but for a moment, he considered pointing to the TV to signal to Cas to keep watching, but he quickly pushed that thought away. 

“Cas, we - we gotta talk about somethin’ ” He started and Cas slowly sat up, his eyes not leaving Dean’s once. 

“You sound like you did that time you told me I couldn’t stay at the bunker,” Cas responded warily and yeah, okay, Dean should’ve thought about that.

“No, it’s nothing like that, I promise. It’s just… the - the kiss, y’know…” Dean trailed off and suddenly Cas’ expression changed into something harder.

“Dean, if you want to tell me that it didn’t mean anything to you, I totally understand.”

Wait. What? Blinking a couple of times Dean stared at Cas, trying to understand how Cas could even think that. Fortunately (or not), he was reminded of all the times he’d shown any kind of affection, just to act like a dick right after and Cas’ reaction made sense. 

“No, Cas! No, I wanted to - y’know, you didn’t say anything after and just disappeared and when you came back you acted like nothing happened so I didn’t wanna push you, but it’s been two days now and - “

“Wait, so you… don’t… regret that you kissed me?” Cas asked, his eyes all squinty.  Dean wanted to pull this man into a kiss and never let him go again. Instead, he cupped Cas’ face with both hands, pulling him close enough that they were breathing the same air.

“I’d never regret kissing you, Cas. In fact, I’d love to do it again right now if you’re okay with - “ Dean was unable to finish his sentence before Cas’ lips were pressed against his. The second the shock wore off, his eyes fell shut as a sigh escaped him.  All of the tension in his body left him then and Dean kissed back, and the world suddenly stood still. 

He was kissing Cas. Again. Cas wanted this just as much as he did.

The realization hit him so hard he couldn’t contain his smile and Cas was smiling right back, their teeth clicking together. Cas was the first to break the kiss as he started to giggle and Dean was so happy he joined right in.

“Jeez Cas, I'm trying to kiss you here,” Dean forced out between fits of giggles, which made Cas laugh even more. It felt like hours until Dean was able to breathe again but when he did, he couldn’t stop staring. Cas had fallen back against the couch, still snickering from time to time - it was the first time Dean saw him like this and he swore to himself to make Cas laugh like this at least once a day from now on.  As Cas calmed down as well, he sat up and gently cupped Dean’s face with his hands.

“I was scared you didn’t mean it, that’s why I didn’t say anything. I was scared I would ruin our relationship,” he muttered sincerely, while his thumbs brushed back and forth against Dean’s cheeks. Dean cupped Cas’ hands with his own then, before leaning in for another kiss. Cas was on board right away and this time, they managed to kiss properly. Dean could feel Cas’ hot breath ghosting over his lips and before he knew it, he was teasing the seam of the other man’s lips with his tongue. Cas opened willingly, letting Dean in with a sigh as his grip on his face tightened, pulling Dean with him as he lay down on the couch. A happy little noise escaped Dean’s lips as he made himself comfortable, straddling Cas’ hips.

“Does this mean we - we’re dating?” the former angel asked into the kiss, forcing Dean to bark out a laugh.

“Yeah, Cas, if you wanna,” he murmured, watching with satisfaction as Cas nodded right away. God, Dean didn’t know how he’d managed to stay away from Cas for as long as he had. Leaning down again he captured the other’s bottom lip with his teeth and pulled, eliciting  a delicious moan from Cas. 

“Dean,” he groaned as his hands moved from Dean's face down his chest, before they settled on his hips. Dean held back a shiver as Cas pulled him close, because holy shit, Cas was just as turned on as he was. 

“Cas, not to break the moment, but - “

“Can you please shut up for once,” Cas interrupted, his voice breathy, before he lifted his head to kiss him once again. Dean groaned, unable to do anything other than give Cas what he wanted, and - 

“Guys? Oh! Oh, God, sorry, Jesus,” Sam interrupted.  Dean heard the door squeaking, but he chose to ignore it. He was feeling way too good to stop now and judging by how Cas’ hands wandered from Dean’s hips to his ass, he didnt wanna stop either. 

Sadly, Sam didn’t get the memo and cleared his throat.

“Hey, I’m going for a grocery run, you need anything?” he asked, his voice laced with embarrassment and Dean let out a sigh. 

“No. You done? Go away, Sammy,” he muttered, not even lifting his head to look at his brother, but apparently, Sam wasn’t done.

“I - I’m happy for you guys. Just wanted you to know that,” his little brother said hesitantly after a couple of moments of silence. Cas groaned as well and Dean took a pillow and threw it in the general direction of Sam’s voice, just as Cas’ hand started to move from his ass to his crotch. He had to fight hard to hold in a groan as the other man’s hand hesitantly cupped the bulge through his pants, but his hips bucked forward nevertheless. 

“Jeez, alright, I’m going,” Sam said and Dean could practically hear his eye roll. The door squeaked once again and just when Dean thought they could continue for real, Cas sat up in one fluid movement, almost throwing Dean off the couch. 

“Peanut butter!” he exclaimed with an apologetic look even though he was hard as a rock at this point. 

“It’s alright, go,” he said softly, signaling him with his hand to go after Sam and Cas jumped up quickly. After a moment of thought, he turned and leaned down to press a quick kiss to Dean’s lips, his eyes all dark and glassy.

“In my room in five minutes,” he rasped, before he turned around and followed Sam. Dean just stared after him, wondering if he should be frustrated or not, but the situation was so unbelievable that he started to laugh. Slowly, he got up and fixed his hair with his hands as he headed down the hallway, suppressing a shiver when he remembered Cas’ words.

Dean had no idea what to expect, but he sure as hell wouldn’t let this chance slide. With a stupid grin on his face he opened the door to Cas’ room and stepped in, knowing that from now on things would be different, but for once, he was okay with that.

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[princesademian]

Castiel is going back and forth on the tree’s swing. All he can hear is the soft singing of the birds on the backyard.

Suddenly, tearing the silence, Cas hears tires on the asphalt. He smiles fondly and gets up, heading to the interior of the house. As he walks to the door, the whistle of his name becomes clearer. Once again, a soft, but even happier smile appears on his face.

The blue-eyed man opens the door and standing there, carefree, is a pair of beautiful green eyes. “Whistling my name”, he thinks.

— Cas.

— Dean. — He responds and let the new arriver come in.

So familiarized with the place, Dean walks directly to the kitchen and grabs a beer.

Cas in standing on the door frame, watching him.

— COD? — Dean asks, to what Cas agrees.

Both of them are on the living room, Cas on the sofa and Dean right on his feet drinking his long neck.

Castiel is wearing a cyan polo shirt, which matches his livid eyes. He pays attention in the game, trying to understand, for the fifth time, how exactly it works.

Dean, otherwise, wears a red flannel shirt and heavy boots.

They are so used to it. Meeting every afternoon. Waking up and the other’s face being the first thing they see in the day. Talking until the sleep beats them.

The sun is so hot outside; it’s one of these summers. However, a fresh breeze runs into the house and the tree’s shadows make the place a little bit cooler.

Cas is flushing as he watches Dean’s neck and hair. And he blushes even more when suddenly Deans leans back to kiss him, pushing Cas to the floor with him.

— I won. — Dean says happily.

— You are the best! — Cas whispers as he puts his hands on Dean’s back, trying to stand up.

— I am, right!?

One second before he closes his eyes for eternity, Cas dreams.

[…]

— It's you, it's you. — Cas says all at once. — It’s all for you… everything I do. — He points to his own chest.

In the next moment, Dean’s face is in between Cas’s hands.

The green-eyed man looks so fragile and exposed. So weak, differently from his usual.

— I tell you all the time. — Cas whines.

It is so hard for the angel to understand the feelings of the Earth’s man. He knows he loves him; so what is the big deal?

He can’t tell but, looking in those green eyes, which usually looks clear but now seen insurmountable, Castiel feels that there is something he can’t change.

And this makes him want to cry; he can change so many things, he can create and destroy. He can save people from hell. But why he can’t make someone loves him? No, it is not that, he thinks, why he can’t admit what he feels?

— Heaven is a place on Earth with you.

And this make Dean cries.

Because our hands are always almost touching, Cas thinks, but we never hold them. And we both know, honey pie, we both know;

— I have fallen from grace because of you, Dean. I gave everything for you!

“They say the word was made for two”, Castiel heard this from a singer named Carmen on his first days on Earth. He didn’t understood it and got even more confused when she added, in a low drunk tone, only worth living if somebody is loving you.

“How could it be?”, he thought back then, that living is only worth it if there is love?

And then it happened. And he got it. Deep on his heart, soul and mind. In every corner of his body, in every material that composed him.

The earthly Dean Winchester.

The nights hunting things, “family business”, Dean used to say. An important job, he said. But, oh, what he truly loved were the easy nights singing in old bars, playing pool and wild darts. All those posters of old stars, blurred by the time; how nostalgic he felt. It matched him, he thought.

Dean would stare at these posters in some fucked up dreamy way. As if he would, or wanted to, die young and this is how people would see and remember him: a beautiful happy smile frozen in time. Still beautiful, still Dean Winchester, people would think.

For Cas, otherwise, it was about how content Dean was. The half hugs, while drunk, that Dean gaved him. Oh, Cas looking up the skies — thinking of his old home, trying to see it — and him came, hugged him from back and told him to go back inside. And Castiel went, always.

(…)

And then, Dean was looking so confused while listening to Cas’s speech.

— Why does this sound like a goodbye?

He couldn’t shed a tear for how disassociated he was. It was not happening and it couldn’t be a goodbye.

— Because it is. — And, in Cas eyes, there where tears.

“This can’t be happening”, Dean thinks as in a pray.

— I love you.

Total silence. Dean’s mind is blank; but his whole body is cold and weak. “I love you too”, a tiny, but convinced voice, says inside of Dean.

But it is too late, he is already on the floor and a disgusting black goop is revolving Castiel. The last thing he does is smile fondly at Dean.

(…)

The flames are consuming his body.

And he sees nothing.

(…)

There is blood coming out from his mouth; and a huge pain on his chest.

Carmen’s voice echoes softly in his head:

They say that the world was built for two

Only worth living if somebody is loving you

And, baby, now you do.

He closes his eyes for the last time.

[deancasbigbang]

Title: with a sea view

Author: stayawake

Artist: Mortea

Rating: Teen

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Dean/others (past/flirting), Cas/others (past), John/Mary (past), John/Kate (past), John/others

Length: 30000

Warnings: Mentions of past drug addiction

Tags: John Winchester's A+ Parenting, Pen Pals, Road Trip, Alternate Universe - 1990s, Two Person Love Triangle (Briefly), Lonely Dean Winchester

Posting Date: October 3, 2022

Summary: Set in 1997, Dean is the son of world famous rock star, John Winchester. After a few run-ins with the law, Dean's probation officer forces him to join a pen pal program. His pen pal, Jimmy, is eccentric, weird as hell, and recovering from a drug problem. He also quickly becomes Dean’s best friend. Even though they’ve never met, their email exchanges are one of the few lifelines Dean clings to during the last leg of his dad’s world tour.

Excerpt: Despite the overwhelming number of tourists and the fact that he had to pay an admission fee (he had to pay money to look at nature, seriously?), Dean really likes the Grand Canyon. In fact, he’d call himself a fan. It reminds him of the open road. Miles and miles of the same thing, seemingly going on forever. Fucking gorgeous. Fucking terrifying. If he was gonna end it all, he thinks flinging himself off the side of the cliff might be the way to go. He takes a few pictures and then wastes a couple attempts at getting a photo of himself before some elderly couple offers to take his picture. “You’ll look awfully handsome once this develops,” the woman says as she hands the camera back. “Thank you,” Dean says, blushing slightly. “Would you like me to take a picture of you two?” Dean asks, gesturing to the camera hanging from around her husband’s neck. “Please,” the man says, handing his camera over. Dean snaps a few pictures, including one of the couple kissing. It’s unbearably sweet and Dean’s suddenly hit with the overwhelming yearning to have someone to share this with. Sure, he enjoyed the three-and-a-half-hour solo drive and likes getting to play the music he wants and not having to compromise on road trip snacks. But he also thinks it might be nice to have his hand on someone’s thigh the whole drive, or someone to play the license plate game with, or someone to kiss in front of the Grand Canyon like the world carved out the space just for them. Dean stops in the gift shop and buys two postcards. One for Sam and one for Jimmy. He sits on the hood of Baby with a pen he found in the glove department and doodles in the corner of the card that he already designated as Sam’s. Sammy, Bet you’re jealous I’m hitting national parks without you. Don’t worry, I’m dragging your ass out here the second I can. I wouldn’t mind seeing this shit a second time around. Maybe next time you can force me to read a pamphlet or two. Study hard and stay off the drugs. Dean He switches over to Jimmy’s postcard. Jimmy, This old lady told me I was handsome and that I reminded her of her husband when they first got married. You think I could hit that? Never been one for cougars, but all the self-help books tell you to try something new every day. Study hard and stay off the drugs. Michael He takes a picture of Baby just because, and then hops back in the car and heads back to Phoenix.

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A New Start

After losing Dean in the battle with the leviathans, you and Sam consider a new start.

#27 “I want a baby.”

Dean and Cas had just vanished. Dick Roman, the head of the pack of leviathans, had been cut down. However, what was the cost of that? Where did Dean and Cas go? Are they alright?

Are they even alive?

These were the questions that were floating through your mind. Sam’s as well, but the hunter seemed more lost in his own thoughts than worrying about his brother, who may have died, who knows. Even after Kevin was taken by Crowley, Sam seemed to have other things on his mind.

“So...what now?” You asked him after the two of you left the building and the horrors within it, avoiding any stray leviathans as you went. You for sure thought he was going to say something about Dean. Something about trying to find him.

You were very much shocked when he didn’t.

“I don’t know...but we’re kind of free now.” Sam stated with his hands in his pockets. You couldn’t help but address the elephant in the room.

“But what about Dean?” You asked him, knowing how important the older hunter was to both of you. You figured Sam would be more hurt by the loss.

“Look, this hurts me, it really does. But...Dean always said he wanted us to have a normal life together. Now’s our chance.” Sam said, the two of you continuing to walk. Perhaps find a car or something so you weren’t just hitchhiking.

“So, we aren’t going to try and look for him?” You asked with a worried look on your face. Sam simply shrugged.

“Who knows if he’s even alive.” Sam said solemnly, and you reached out to grab his hand. The young hunter smiled a bit at that, enjoying the warmth you gave him.

“True.” You agreed in a silent manner. He was right, after all. If Dean was truly gone, he would want both of you to get on with your lives. Heck, have a life together that most hunters probably only dream of. Same was right, it was possible now.

“So, what do you want out of this ��normal life’?” You asked him with a slight smile, putting air quotes around “normal life”. For a second, a grin came to Sam’s face as he blushed. Then he chuckled a bit and shook his head.

“It’s stupid.” He told you, but you pushed him.

“What? Tell me.” You grabbed a hold of his arm and placed your head on his shoulder, giving him the best puppy dog eyes. That broke Sam, and he swallowed nervously before replying.

“I want a baby.” He admitted while looking anywhere but your eyes. Now it was your turn to blush, even though this realization didn’t surprise you. Sam always seemed to be the one out of the two brothers who wanted children.

Now was his chance.

You, on the other hand, have never really thought about it. Mostly because it was hard for you to envision a life where that was possible. You tried to envision yourself pregnant, carrying Sam’s baby, and prepping a nursery.

The image made you grin to yourself.

“We do have the chance now...but maybe we should get some things in order first.” You told him, but just the idea of you saying yes caused Sam to look excited.

However, you were right. Before any baby making could begin, you guys had to find a place to live, normal jobs, and just a way to make a living. Hopefully it wouldn’t take that long because this seemed to be something the two of you wanted quickly.

“Maybe we could get a dog in the meantime.” Sam said, reading your mind. You nodded with a grin.

“A dog would be nice for the time being.” You said, picturing the beginnings of your blooming family.

However, we all know that you and Sam only get a year of peace. A year away from the life. But surprisingly, you guys were quite ready to have kids by that time.

You can only picture the look on Dean’s face when he comes back to find out you were pregnant.

Sam was so getting an earful.

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Appealing for Protection

Part 8 | Master List | Previous Warnings: shootout, gunfire, injury, jealousy, cliffhanger Words: 1516 Credits: Vanessa and Brandy for reading over it and not murdering me immediately. A/N: Tears in this mug, please.

Dean was putting the final touches on his bow tie in the mirror of the hallway, checking his watch every few seconds as he waited for her to come out. “Come on, Y/N. We’re going to be late.”

“I’m almost ready!” she shouted back, leaning into the mirror to touch up her lipstick before spritzing herself with her fancy perfume, the one that smelled of lilies and violets. She smoothed her dress, the emerald green satin soft against her sweaty palms, and took a deep breath as she stared at her reflection. 

Rowena had absolutely outdone herself with the dress this time. Where the dress was plain off the rack, she’d added green crystals along the deep plunge of the neckline, enough to make it sparkle in even low light, and small beads down each side of the split in the skirt. A wide, faux satin belt was added, accentuating her natural waist and the curve of her hips. Her matching green heels lifted the hem so that it was grazing the ground.

“Here goes,” she sighed as she stepped to the door and pulled it open. Her heels clicked on the tile floor and drew Dean’s attention.

He took a deep breath and let his eyes slowly take in her form, starting at the hem of her jewel-toned dress. By the time his eyes reached her neckline, his breath had hitched in his throat and his heart was thumping against his ribcage so hard that he could swear she heard it across the room. 

Dean grabbed onto the wall to steady himself as he met her gaze, feeling like all the air had been knocked out of his lungs. Her makeup was classic, red lips and light blush, long lashes and eyeshadow that matched her dress. Her hair tied up behind her head gave a good view of the emerald and diamond earrings dangling from her lobes.

“Do I look okay?” she asked, suddenly self-conscious about her choice of formalwear.

“Okay?” Dean choked out, regaining composure at the sound of her voice. “Okay? Sweetheart, you look better than okay. You’re easily the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

She broke eye contact, ducking her head in bashfulness. “Thank you, Dean,” she muttered, “but I don’t know about that.”

“Oh, I do. There have been many women who have turned my head but none of them have made me so weak at the knees that I had to grab the wall for support,” he admitted, his ears turning red and a flush creeping up his neck.

She smiled softly at him, gathering her clutch and a shawl for the evening. “That sounds believable at least. You don’t seem like the type to be flummoxed by a woman.”

“Until you,” he added as his phone dinged, signaling that the time had come for them to leave. “Shall we?” he asked as he offered her his arm.

She accepted with a smile, his words bouncing around in her head creating a distraction that had her silently thanking Cas and Benny for being such stubborn, headstrong friends.

The gala was just kicking off when they arrived, Dean proudly being arm candy for the most beautiful woman in the room. He was admittedly struggling with keeping his focus on possible threats between the sound of her voice and the smell of her perfume. He excused himself to the bar, fitting the earpiece the doorman slipped him into his ear as he ordered non-alcoholic drinks for the two of them. 

As the bartender poured, Dean scanned the room, identifying the members of the board as well as several people who seemed to be unaccompanied and not mingling, just kind of hovering around the room. Each time he identified a new threat, Benny would be identifying the same one from his hidden position with Mick giving a quick assessment. He kept her in his periphery as he waited and walked straight back to her, the other security teams sounding off in his ear.

Dean handed over her drink and introduced himself to the man she was speaking with, Crowley. The small, British man had a firm handshake, something that surprised Dean immensely. He had an air about him that exuded money and power, and while he was a braggart, he was respectful towards Y/N, and that earned him at least a sliver of respect.

As other guests came to talk to them, Benny kept him informed of who they were and about how dangerous they were. Dean would scan the room frequently, identifying the men he was paying versus the actual guests with a trained eye. He stepped away to get a refill at the bar, leaving her alone chatting with the Novaks. When he turned around, Cas and Hannah had separated from her, leaving her talking with a man he didn’t recognize.

“Benny, who’s she talking to?” he mumbled into his comms.

“Dunno, boss,” Benny replied, “don’t recognize ‘im.”

Dean hummed and headed back towards the man speaking to his date for the evening, a strange jealousy bubbling in his chest as she tipped her head backwards, her angelic laugh flitting across the room over the orchestral music and the low hum of conversation. It was a sound he’d never been able to hear from her in private, a sound that he desperately wanted to cause her to make himself.

“Boss, we got a situation,” Benny yelled into the comms, breathless, the sound of his footsteps echoing in Dean’s ear.

Before Dean could respond, shots rang out across the hall, followed by screams and shouts of panic. He dropped the glass he was holding and pulled out his concealed handgun, dashing across the remaining space and grabbing her hand as Benny shouted instructions through the earpiece.

Dean pulled her to the nearest wall, pressing her backwards as he scanned the room, attempting to find where the shots originated. Voices were shouting in his ear, shots were ringing out across the room, shrieks of fear and panic echoed off of the wall, all combining into an overwhelming cacophony. 

He focused on her, on getting her to safety. He heard Benny calling out for eyes on Cas and Hannah, Mick replying that they had ducked behind the bar. Dean breathed a little easier, knowing that they were safe, the gunfire seeming to avoid the bar area entirely. 

Her heart was pounding and she was shaking, terrified of what was happening. She pressed herself back against the wall and closed her eyes, trying to calm herself enough to get out of the situation they were in. “Dean, what’s happening?” she cried aloud over the sound of gunfire.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he replied honestly as he tried to make out the directions that his team was giving out. No one had eyes on the shooters, no one knew the target. Dean turned to her, seeing her attempting to make herself smaller, squeezing her eyes shut so tightly that her lashes were swallowed by her eyelids.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” he commanded as he stepped in front of her. She cautiously opened her eyes to Dean’s face, concern in his eyes and features of stone. “I’m going to get us out of here. I promise.”

She nodded her head and took a deep breath. “I trust you, Dean.”

“Okay, stay close, hold on to my hand, and try not to look at the room.” Dean stood and turned, feeling her tuck into his back. His eyes scanned the room, trying to find a door or a window, hell even an air duct. Something, some way to get her out.

Dean found an exit, ducking low and dragging her behind him, his hand wrapped tightly around her wrist. He slipped them out of the door and pulled them along the wall in the dark towards the cars parked in the back lot. He dug his keys out of his pocket and pressed the button to unlock the doors, seeing the lights flash as his car registered the signal.

He sprinted over, still pulling her hand behind him, only releasing her hand when they got to the car. They ripped open the doors and fell into the seats, slamming the doors behind them while Dean started the engine and tore out of the parking lot, tires squealing and the smell of burned rubber permeating the interior of the car. 

Dean’s focus was on the road ahead of him, making sure nothing was in their way, and on the road behind them, confirming that no one was following them. He was taking her back to Bobby’s cabin, somewhere safe, somewhere no one knew where they would be.

"Dean?" she whispered, looking down at her hands. Something coating them was warm and sticky and looked black in the low light. Her brain struggled to process everything as she glanced down at her side where a dark stain was spreading across her emerald gown. "De-" she started, her body going into shock, making her pass out before she could finish calling out for the man next to her.

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am I gay?

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insp comes from this post that showed up on my dash today. these two are idiots and I love them. the rest is under the cut or on ao3!

Dean is fairly certain that he’s too old for this.

This is the kind of thing that twelve year olds send their friends to make fun of them. That teenagers make sure is wiped from their browser history (Dean is so doing that after he’s done). It is not what a forty year old man does while sitting in his kitchen. Yet here he is, in his forties, pulling up one of those stupid am I gay? quizzes while he sits, back against the wall, in the bunker’s kitchen.

Everyone, even Dean, knows that these things don’t work. They’re all stupid questions about star signs and complex coffee drinks and what do you think about Lady Gaga? They’re just a bunch of bs, supposed to be a joke. Dean so fucking desperate, though, that he can’t really bring himself to care how ridiculous it is that he’s trusting Buzzfeed to explain his ever precarious heterosexuality.

At least this quiz seems at least somewhat legit.

For those unsure of their sexual orientation, the header reads.

There’s half a second where Dean thinks again about how stupid this is and how he should really be in his room— what if Sam or, god forbid Cas walks in— and then he clicks start quiz.

What do you consider yourself? is the first question. Straight, gay, bisexual, asexual, or not sure?

Dean nearly rolls his eyes. Why would he be taking an am I gay quiz if he was sure? He clicks on the last option.

Have you ever had feelings for a member of the same sex?

He can’t help his snort. There’s the crux of the problem. The goddamn tingling in his stomach he gets when he’s around Cas that’s a little too similar to butterflies.

Who’s he kidding? They’re totally butterflies. His stomach erupts into full-fledged butterflies whenever Cas smiles at him or texts him with emoticons or starts the coffee pot before Dean gets up. Whenever— well, whenever Cas is being Cas. Dean can’t really blame himself for getting a crush on Cas because Cas is awesome. The fact of the matter is, though, that Cas is a man, or at least, man-shaped, and Dean is pretty sure he isn’t gay. Or, he thought he wasn’t.

But what does Dean know? He’s clicking on yes, I was in love with someone of the same sex on some online quiz while having a sexuality crisis.

He barely has time to begin reading the next question before he hears footsteps in the kitchen doorway. His head snaps up.

“Um,” Cas says, “Hello, Dean. Do you mind if I sit down?”

Now, Dean Winchester is a man. A very manly man. Possibly a Less Than Heterosexual Man, but still a very manly man.

He blushes. Hard.

“Uh,” he says eloquently. “Hi. Cas. Uh, sure. Knock yourself out, there are plenty of chairs.”

Cas offers him a small quirk of his lips. “Thank you,” he says, still sounding a little wooden and awkward. The butterflies in Dean’s stomach start acting up again.

And that is exactly how Dean finds himself taking a sexuality quiz across the table from his best friend who’s the reason he feels like some questioning teenager in the first place.

Fuck. His. Life.

Cas, thankfully, doesn’t ask what Dean is doing on his laptop. He pulls out a laptop of his own from under his arm and opens it.

Dean stares. Which is fine, because Cas’ gaze is fixed on his screen. He isn’t going to notice the attention Dean pays to his features, the curve of his mouth and line of his jaw. He won’t see the way Dean’s face softens when Cas squints at the computer and scrunches up his face. He’s not going to notice the way Dean’s eyes trace his face. Or get stuck on his lips.

They’d be nice lips to kiss.

God, why is he even taking this stupid quiz? There’s his answer right there.

A foot nudges Dean’s under the table and he hurriedly looks back at his screen. Back at his stupid quiz.

“You’re staring,” Cas says.

Dean glances back up at him. Cas is even more beautiful when he’s got blush dusting his cheeks. He isn’t looking at Dean.

Dean yanks his eyes back down and knocks his foot back against Cas’.

“Not like you can talk,” he quips. “Do you even know how to blink?”

“Of course,” Cas says, straight-faced, “It’s a natural bodily function.” It’s not long before his eyes crinkle and give him away.

“Coulda fooled me,” Dean says. He smiles back, too. Takes in Cas’ crow’s eyes. They’re a recent development and they suit him. It’s been a long time since Dean has really thought of Cas’ body as a vessel, but as it— he— ages, it’s hard to believe that this body ever belonged to someone else. Cas is at home in it, and the soft lines around his eyes only make it clearer.

The moment stretches.

Only after Dean realizes how long he and Cas have just been staring at each other does he duck his head and go back to the computer. He’d better not be blushing again.

Have you ever had feelings for someone of the opposite sex? the next question prompts.

Yeah, definitely. Robin. Cassie. He had loved both of them, and had at least cared for Lisa. Click. Next question.

“Dean,” Cas says suddenly, “how would you respond if someone thought we were together?”

Dean freezes mid-sentence, then forces himself to relax. He must have heard that wrong. “Huh?”

“How would you respond if someone thought we were romantically or sexually involved with each other?” Cas asks.

“Uh.” If Dean wasn’t blushing before, he certainly is now. “Like. A couple?”

Cas surveys him before shortly nodding. “Yes. Like a couple.”

“I dunno, man,” Dean says. He can’t look at his computer right now (the question how would you feel about touching the genitals of another person of the same sex is not helping the situation) so he looks at Cas. Then past him at the knife block, because looking at Cas isn’t helping the situation either. “Who, uh. Who’d think we were a couple?”

“Sam often talks about how ‘buddy-buddy’ we are,” Cas says, air quotes and all. “I would be unsurprised if that would be a conclusion he came to.”

Dean chokes on air. This truly is a circle of Hell Dante never imagined.

“Well, I mean,” he struggles to force out an answer, “it’s Sam. He’s— Sam. He’s probably just been eating too much salad.”

Cas hums, clicks something on his laptop, and nods.

“Thank you,” he says, as though Dean isn’t about to die on the spot.

Dean takes a subtle breath. This is fine. He’s fine. Everything is fine. He’s just going to finish this stupid quiz, find out if some dude who lives in his parents’ basement thinks he’s gay or not, and get the hell outta dodge before Cas gives him an aneurysm.

He speeds through the questions without any interruptions. Clicks submit answers. The browser loads, and—

“Dean,” Cas says, just as Dean reads, Congrats! You may be bisexual! “I have a question.”

Dean just wants one minute to process. One minute to read the little informative blurb on the page and see how he feels about it. He doesn’t get that minute; he pretends he’s not having a revelation and answers, “Yeah?”

“Are you romantically interested in me?”

Dean wants to pass away on the spot.

“What? Why would you think that?” he asks, voice a little higher than usual.

“According to thequiz.com, you are ‘so into’ me,” Cas says, turning his laptop to face Dean.

Is your BFF secretly into you? Take the quiz! the header reads, then below it, Your BFF is so into you.

Dean opens and closes his mouth a few times before choking out a weak “oh.”

Cas is still watching him carefully, searching for something in his expression. Whatever it is, he doesn’t find it. He shuts down, turning the computer back towards himself.

“My apologies,” he says, eyes downcast. He closes the laptop and moves to stand.

Dean practically throws his laptop at him. “I might be bisexual,” he blurts. “And maybe, uh. Definitely into you. Don’t need a quiz to tell me that. So.”

Cas looks at Dean and then the screen. Then Dean again.

Dean forgets to breathe.

Cas breaks out in a gummy smile. Somehow, that takes Dean’s breath away, too.

“We could go on a date,” he says, “if you want.”

“Okay,” Cas agrees.

“Okay,” Dean says. “Awesome.”

They stand there, grinning at each other like the idiots they are (did they seriously just get together because of some stupid online quizzes? Dean thinks so) until Dean starts, “So do I need to take a quiz to figure out if I can kiss you, or—?”

He doesn’t. Cas just leans across the table, and it’s really fucking amazing.

He totally forgets to clear his search history. Oops. Not like he cares, though, when a few days later he and Cas are holding hands and playing footsie under the table in some dime a dozen diner on a date.

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Almost smutty Destiel fic with Dean being dramatic af. 570 words.

“I want you in me,” Dean stated.

“Dean, I already have a vessel.”

Dean lowered his head to quickly hide his blush. He tried to focus on his tablet that was in front of him. What was he researching again? God, he didn’t know. How could he when Castiel was sitting on the table beside him and his massive thighs were right there? And holy shit, the fact that he was stronger than a human, and he had been flipping through a book with those beautiful hands, and—

Right. Focus.

Cas.

Cas Cas Cas.

Well, that wasn’t focusing.

Dean rubbed at the back of his neck. “Uh, that’s not really what I meant.”

Castiel closed his book, and twisted to eye him, putting all his attention on him. Dean didn’t know if he was going to melt or explode on the spot from this.

“What did you mean?” he asked.

Dean coughed, and the heat in his cheeks grew exponentially. If he kept this up he’d burst.

“You know, like um… sex.”

“Then why didn’t you just say so?”

“I did.”

“No, you said you wanted me in you. I’m an angel. That can be taken in many ways. As lovely and beautiful as your body is I think I’ll stick with what I have.”

Okay, yeah, now he was going to blow, blood everywhere. Fuck. Sweat beaded on his forehead and along his neck.

“You… you think I’m lovely? Lovely. That’s so… Cas, are you a hopeless romantic?”

“A what?”

Dean waved his hands in the air as if to get rid of the whole idea. “You know what? Never mind. Look, I’m—I’m asking you for sex. Do you…?”

Castiel leaned in, putting a hand to the side of Dean’s head, thumb caressing his cheekbone. Dean’s mouth fell open from the touch, from Castiel being over him, from those sharp blue eyes looking at him like he knew every single piece of him.

Cas’ voice was low, his thighs shifting, as he said, “I love being in you, Dean.”

Urged on by those words, Dean caressed Cas’ thigh, hand going higher and higher, towards the beautiful line of his hip, just teasing near his pelvis.

Next thing he knew Cas was kissing him, his lips warm and soft, and Dean was glad he was sitting down because he was sure he would’ve collapsed from it. The kiss was hard, passionate, like Cas was trying to be part of all Dean was just through his mouth. Dean wanted more. He leaned in, up, giving himself to him.

Cas gripped his head, and then a hand ran down to his chest, grasping at his shirt. Dean was already palming Cas in between his legs.

When they pulled apart, Dean was panting, staring at Cas, eyes hot.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“Bedroom,” Castiel agreed.

He got off the table and grasped Dean’s arm. Dean held on tight, arm wrapped around him. Hell, he was sure he needed him to stand up, because already the hot tingling in his lips was rushing down to his core, wrapping around his pelvis with wanton promises. His mind conjured up images of what was to come, of how Cas would lay him out and take him. God, he was so ready for this.

Cas pushed Dean into his room, already taking his coat off, and Dean went for Cas’ tie.

Fuck, this was going to be fun.