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sweetcocopowder · 3 months ago

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Day One: Doctor

Synopsis: Dean has a check up at the doctor's and by god is his doctor hot as hell

Word Count: 2.8K

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: Dream sex. Prostate exam ;). Doctor au. Fingering. Anal Sex. Coming in pants. Top Castiel. Bottom Dean.

Notes: It's that time of the year again! I won't be posting every single day but expect a good few fics this month. It can range between 8 to 11. I'm still working on a few and life has been a real pain lately. So we'll see. Anyways, happy reading :)

The wait had felt like forever. The blinding light were starting to strain the hunter’s eyes and bring upon a harsh headache. The waiting room for the nurse’s office wasn’t full at all. It was only Dean and another older lady. No one has come out of the nurse’s office nor has anyone gone in. It’s testing Dean’s patience a little too much. It has his leg bouncing non-stop.

Finally, the nurse’s door opens and out steps a dark-haired man that catches Dean’s eye immediately. His broad shoulders hug the white nurse’s coat a little too well and his hooded eyes look downwards at the clipboard in hand.

He licks his full lips before calling out, “Dean Winchester?”

His gravelly voice stirs something in Dean that he immediately ushers away. Dean stands up a tad eagerly, raising a shy hand.

“Yes. I’m-“ he clears his throat. “Here.”

The nurse looks to him with the bluest of blues. Dean swallows thickly. If he’s getting a check up from him, then he won’t complain here. The nurse gestures into the room for Dean and the hunter complies without a word. He looks down at the name tag on the nurse’s chest as he passes, needing to know the name of this man.

Mr. Novak. Not anything like Doctor Sexy but where is Dean to judge. He’s just here for a check up and then he’s out of here. Back to the bunker he goes. Sam had forced him here even though they don’t do check-ups. Never do. They just go about their merry way.

Dean sits himself up on the bed as Mr. Novak locks the door behind him. Doesn’t need anyone coming in here unexpectedly.

“So, we’re here just for a check up today?” Mr. Novak asks, Dean’s gut flipping again at how deep his voice is.

“Yeah, pretty much. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Dean admits with a shrug trying to act casual.

“Good, good,” Mr. Novak comments as he looks the hunter up and down, painfully slow.

Dean swallows thickly. He’ a nurse. It’s his job to do this type of thing. Maybe he can do it without having the bedroom eyes but that may be something Dean is looking into too much.

Mr. Novak grabs a tongue depressor and moves over to Dean. “Let’s begin with opening your mouth as wide as you can,” he states lowly.

And Dean does as he’s told. He opens his mouth as wide as he can and the depressor is placed on his tongue, pushing it down. It goes a bit further back into his throat than Dean expects and he almost gags. But he holds still, staring up at the ceiling as Mr. Novak inspects his mouth.

Once satisfied, the nurse pulls away with a hum. Dean clears his throat automatically, shmacking his tongue a few times as well. He stifles a cough, blinking away the tears that formed at the corner of his eyes.

“Your oral health is good. You’re gage reflex even better,” Mr. Novak comments with his back turned to Dean.

“Excuse me?” Dean asks.

Mr. Novak flashes a small torch his way. “And now for a general check over your eyes.”

The next few check overs go smoothly and nothing out of the ordinary. But the entire time, Dean can’t seem to keep his eyes off the nurse.

“With this next check-up,” Mr. Novak turns as he’s putting on a pair of blue gloves, “this may be a bit more personal. You don’t have to do it today, but it’s better to check everything than nothing at all.”

“Wait a minute,” Dean stutters out. “You don’t mean?”

“Every man should be checked at this once,” Mr Novak says as he leans back against his desk. “Even a man at your age, you never know.”

The hunter suddenly feels very enclosed in the room. He doesn’t know if he wants to go through the humility of having a hot doctor’s fingers up his ass.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we can skip this.” Mr. Novak says, bringing Dean from his thoughts.

Dean can feel his ears burning. And all the nurse does is stare at him with hooded eyes. Dean swallows thickly. May as well go through with the check-up. The last thing he needs the other hunters- or Sam for starters is that he was killed by prostate cancer.

“No, no,” Dean stutters out, feeling his face go all the redder. “You’re right. I should get checked up.”

Mr. Novak nods with a smile that shouldn’t be as charming as it is. “I just need you to turn around with your pants around your knees and bent over the table. This will feel, foreign,” he drawls out on the last word with something in his tone.

Something that has Dean hopping off the bed and turning around quickly so that he doesn’t have to look at the damn nurse any longer. He just really hopes that he doesn’t notice that he’s semi-hard.

Quickly unbuckling his belt and slipping them halfway down his thighs, Dean tries to ignore the eyes on the back of his neck. He can feel Mr. Novak watching him and it makes him fumble a few times. This isn’t like that. It’s for medical purposes. He places his hands on the bed in front of him and tries his best not to think about it.

A large hand splays out on his lower back and Dean can’t help but flinch at the sudden touch. He stares at the poster in front of him about how the air ways work. What a lovely diagram.

“This will be cold,” Mr. Novak states, “Just relax.”

Dean steels himself, grinding his teeth down so that no ungodly noise slips through his lips. The finger is cold and well lubricated. Dean grunts, but doesn’t move an inch. Mr. Novak’s hand slips in deeper, searching for his prostate. His fingers curls inside of him, prodding in and out and you’d think a nurse would know where the damn thing is!

Then Mr. Novak finds it. And he starts kneading at it, checking to see if it’s healthy. Dean can’t help but groan through grinded teeth, his heart beating loudly in his chest. It feels too good.

“It’s a natural reaction, don’t worry,” Mr. Novak all but purrs out.

That doesn’t help Dean’s growing erection that he tries to hide in the bed. He breathes slowly in and out of his nose, letting his head dip down slightly between his shoulders.

Then a second finger slips in next to the first. Dean’s head shoots up and he’s back to staring wide eyed at the throat diagram. Two fingers now curl inside of him at his prostate, the cold lubricate now warm inside of him. He grips the sheets on the bed, drying to hold in the noises that want to make themselves known from within his throat. But it doesn’t help. He exhales shakily, a quiet whine escaping his mouth as Mr. Novak strokes his prostate.

“Are you uncomfortable with the check-up, Mr. Winchester?” The nurse asks, his gravel-like voice honey to Dean.

The hunter can only shake his head as he lets it dip between his shoulders again. He’s fine. He’s-

A gloved hand comes around the front of him and grabs at the base of his cock. Dean chokes back a gasp, biting his tongue for letting himself go.

“Like I said,” Mr. Novak begins. “It’s only natural. Let yourself go; you can crack a tooth with how hard you’re grinding your teeth.”

Dean exhales shakily as Mr. Novak begins a slow, painful pace on his cock. All while he continues to prod at his prostate. It feels like electricity is being struck down Dean’s legs and he knows he won’t be able to keep his knees from buckling if Mr. Novak keeps this up. He tries to keep his jaw relaxed but it’s very hard when he knows that there’s people outside of this room. No wonder why he locked the door.

But it all ends so suddenly when both hands retreat from Dean’s body. He dares himself to look over his shoulder at the nurse.

“We’re not done yet,” Mr. Novak says as writes down something on the clipboard on his desk. “One more check-up and we’re done for today.” He looks to Dean with a raised brow, those blue eyes lingering far too long on his exposed ass. “Do you want to continue?”

Dean swallows before breathing out a shaky, “Yes.”

“Good,” Mr. Novak smiles. “For this, I need you to keep your hands on the bed. I need a proper examination on your prostate.”

The hunter can only nod as he looks back down at the bed. A large hand places itself in between his shoulder blades and pushes him down until he’s face down in the blue hospital sheets.

Mr. Novak’s two slicked fingers slip into Dean again, stroking and scissoring him open that has the hunter groaning and grunting. It doesn’t last long though to Dean’s dismay. But he’s quick to feel the head of Mr. Novak’s cock against the rim of his ass. By God he just wants the nurse to fuck him already. His mind is a fuzzy mess and be damned if he isn’t thinking right at the moment. His desire is plain and clear between his legs and all he wants is that sweet release by Mr. Novak’s skilled hands.

He tenses as Mr. Novak pushes in slowly. The hunter can’t help the moan that comes from his mouth, like some woman in those pornos he watches. The nurse massages the back of his head with his thumb as he bottoms out immediately. He’s big, bigger than Dean would have imagined. But the painful stretch is too good to let up.

“Relax,” Mr. Novak says again. “You’re being so good for me.”

Dean shivers at the gravelly words. The hunter tries his best to relax, but it’s very hard when he can feel every inch of the nurse inside of him. Mr. Novak pulls back ever so slightly before pushing in again, earning himself another groan from the man beneath him. He sets a slow, even pace that has Dean making breathy, eager noises with each thrust.

With each movement, Dean’s painfully hard dick is pushed into the bed beneath him. It’s just the right amount of friction, he can feel a wet spot forming from how much he’s leaking. He grinds his teeth again, supressing the noises weaving their ways through his pants.

“Now, now,” Mr. Novak tsk’s as the hand on the back of his head moves to hook two fingers into his mouth. They part his jaw open, fitting two fingers between his molars to keep his mouth open. He pulls up so that Dean is now standing with his back arched. He doesn’t let his hands leave the bed, holding himself up. “What did I say about grinding your teeth. You’ll crack a tooth and I’m not some dentist that can fix that for you,” he speaks lowly in Dean’s ear.

Mr. Novak quickens his pace with this new found angle, thrusting upwards into Dean with determination. Dean tries to form words but they all but turn into panty exhales of, “Ah- hah- ah.”

If it wasn’t for a strong hand on his hip, Dean would have fallen into a gooey puddle on the ground ages ago. He knows for a fact that he’ll have a bruise their tomorrow to remind him of everything. Mr. Novak continues his even, deep thrusts that hit Dean’s prostate every time. Drool dribbles down his chin but he can’t be bothered to care. He stares hazily at the ceiling, trying his best to grind his dick on the bed. But with this new found angle he brushes it faintly every now and again.

He might come untouched at this point. Everything is a bliss and he can feel his balls tightening and his body feels too hot in his clothes right now. A bliss that has him choking and moaning with everything the nurse gives him. He’s surprised if the people in the hall don’t know what’s going on in here with how loud Dean is being.

Mr. Novak shoves his fingers deeper into Dean’s mouth suddenly. The hunter gags slightly, but takes them all the same.

“I do wonder, Mr. Winchester,” the nurse purrs in his ear, “How deep I could truly go? Would you be able to fit me down your throat without gagging? I’d love to test it in our next appointment.”

Dean thinks about it all too well. The imagine of him on his knees in front of Mr. Novak, taking every inch of him down his throat. Letting the nurse see how much of himself he can fit inside of Dean. The thought of him coming down his throat as Dean struggles to breath has the hunter tipping over the edge.

His orgasm hits him like a brick wall, electricity shooting through every nerve. It knocks the air and all his senses out of him and he doesn’t hear how loud he is. His dick twitches as hot, thick ropes of cum splatter onto the bed in front of him, spoiling the sheets.

Mr. Novak’s fingers leave his mouth but he’s quick to push Dean into the bed and the sticky sheets. He thrusts harder and faster into Dean, riding him through the last parts of his orgasm. The nurse shutters a breath as his hips stutter, coming deep within Dean’s ass. The sensation of being fill sends a shiver down the hunter’s spine, feeling the nurse’s dick twitch and unload within him.

Dean doesn’t move from the bed as Mr. Novak pulls out, patting his ass gently. His legs shake and he doesn’t think he’ll be able to walk out of here without being hauled out in a wheelchair. Paralysis by ass fucking. What a way to go.

“Dean?”

The bed suddenly slips out from under him and he hits the cold tiled floor with a loud thud. He groans out in pain, his chin now throbbing.

“Dean.”

The room shakes and everything suddenly turns very, very dark. He strikes out, feeling as if he’s falling through the floor.

He grabs onto the gun under his pillow and points it to the nearest thing that moves.

Castiel stands in front of him with furrowed brows. The angel is standing in his room. Next to his bed. Why is he here? What’s going on? Is there an emergency?

“Wha?” Dean mumbles out, his tongue still filled with sleep.

“It’s only me,” Castiel says as he crosses the space between them. He grabs onto the barrel of the gun and lowers it.

Dean blinks, once, twice and thrice. He then becomes very aware of what is going on in his pants. They feel, awfully damp. He fumbles his blankets around his waist as to not make it all too noticeable.

“What are you doing here, Cas!?” Dean barks out.

The angel frowns at this.

No, fucking way was Dean just having a wet dream. No. No. No. Absolutely not. And especially not with Castiel looking like a hunk in a doctor’s uniform. No. No. No. Absolutely not. Oh dear lord.

“You were having a nightmare. This one was causing more of a reaction from you than the others,” the angel states monotonously.

Dean’s eyes widen like a deer in headlights. “You didn’t see the dream- I mean, nightmare… did you?”

He doesn’t know how red his face is but he feels as if he’s burning up. God, how does he tell the angel to get the fuck out in the nicest way possible.

“No. I haven’t done that since you asked me to stop,” Castiel answers.

Dean’s tense shoulders sag as a breath of air he didn’t realize he as holding is expelled. Thank God or whoever is up there.

“Do you want company or, do you want to talk about it?” The angel asks calmly.

Dean shakes his head viciously. “Nope. Not tonight, bud. Thank you, Cas. Not tonight,” the hunter fumbles out, repeating himself. “I’ll be fine tonight.”

Luckily, the angel doesn’t protest like he normally does. He nods and bids Dean farewell. As soon as the door closes behind Cas, Dean lays back down in his bed with enough anger that he bounces.

What in the fuck was that!? He enjoyed that a little too much and Jesus Christ he actually came in his pants. He just truly hopes that the angel didn’t go snooping around in his dreams. Because he doesn’t think he could face Cas after that. He needs to get out of here for a while. Take a long hot shower and then an even longer drive in Baby to clear his head. He runs a hand down his face with a loud groan.

Maybe it’ll get the image of Castiel in a doctor’s coat out of his head. But damn it will it be hard with how good the angel looked.

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sweetcocopowder · 2 months ago

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Day Thirty One: Ritual/Tentacles

Synopsis: Dean has to perform a ritual to continue further in his hunt. Said ritual, is fucking an ancient being that only wants to pleasure. And Cas is here as moral support.

Word Count: 4K

Pairing: Dean Winchester / Castiel

Warnings: Tentacles. Anal Sex. Hand job. Orgasm denial. Monster fucking.

Notes: Omg last fic for kinktober good lord. This was fun but this last one was very stressful to get out cause I only have five minutes to post this before midnight haha. So enjoy as always and I'll see you in the next fic haha

“Why on earth would angels be in here?” Dean asks the most obvious question out of the entire list he could have asked.

The cave Dean and Castiel venture down is damp, small and feels like it goes on forever. It slopes slightly downwards, threatening the hunter to slip over on the slick rock. He made that mistake earlier on the journey. He had placed his foot on a moss patch and fell backwards to touch the slimy, slick substance that covers everything. He can still feel the sensation crawling over his hand.

The wall are far too close to Dean’s liking. He pushes on though, keeping his flashlight in hand and pointed forward, hoping that it opens it. He’s shoulder to shoulder and even crouching down slightly to get through the passage way. Every few steps when he zones out, one of his sleeves brushes against the walls of the tunnel and instantly soaks his jacket through to the skin. Cold and wet.

He grips his flashlight tighter. He’s got an angel with him. A literal angel. If they run into any trouble, Castiel can just zap them away while Dean tries his best not to have a panic attack. But he’s here for Cas. Here for the angels that are hiding away here deep underground and causing havoc topside. They’re also been luring down the faithful down here to do god knows what and then killing them. Or maybe killing them. But both of them know that whoever comes down here doesn’t come back up.

Castiel finally answers, “There could be sacred ground down here.”

“Sacred ground?” Dean raises a brow even though the angel can’t see it from behind.

“Old grounds from even before humans were placed upon this earth. When angels walked more freely,” Cas continues on.

Sounds like a bunch of mumbo jumbo but what is Dean to believe these days. His world has been turned upside down and he can’t find himself to complain. What many people would think is just for horror movies and such, Dean would have to laugh in their face having killed those creatures ten times over. So, instead he answers with a soft hum, as if agreeing to whatever Cas is saying.

He just hopes that Gabriel isn’t feeding this to Sam wherever they are. His brother is at another location with Gabriel of all angels. Splitting up wasn’t on the to-do list but attacking both locations at once was the best course of action.

The cave suddenly levels out and Dean mumbles praise under his breath. A faint droning noises comes from the other end of the long tunnel like system. Dean doesn’t notice it at first, but Castiel does.

“Running water?” He asks more to himself.

“Huh?” Dean perks up, flashing his light straighter down the tunnel.

Now that it’s pointed out, the further they walk forward the louder it gets. And the further they go, the more open the tunnel becomes to Dean’s relief. An orange glow suddenly spreads across the walls of the cave, the slick rock reflecting it like glitter. Dean is a bit hesitant, but a hand rests on his shoulder to urge him on. Cas better be right about this.

The tunnel suddenly opens up and the roaring of water hits Dean in the face like a slap. The open cave is large, big enough for a wide stream to be flowing through the centre. A small waterfall flows on the right-hand side of the opening, the mist making the air moist and cool.

Angelic lanterns litter the space, hanging from the ceiling and the walls giving the cave an orange hue. Every now and again the light within the lanterns flicker a sombre blue, giving the place a dream like look.

“Look,” Castiel points across the stream.

And if Dean wasn’t admiring the pretty lights, he would have noticed the door on the other side of the stream. It looks to be made of pure metal and it shines like newly polished platinum.

Without a word, Castiel crosses the knee high stream to the other side. Dean grumbles, looking to the crystal clear water. But, instead of rocks like any normal stream would have, the bed of the stream moves. Moves like eels and snakes under the water. Dean shines his torch to the running water to get a better look. For only the things to move away in a perfect circle around the light, evading it.

It sends a chill down his spine. That is something that he does not like one bit. And he’s seen much worse. This makes his skin crawl worse than the feeling of the slime on the cave and his lunch threatens to come up.

“Don’t step in the water!” Castiel suddenly cries out.

Dean quickly takes a large step away as he looks to the angel, who looks terrified. Cas looks down at the water and then back at the door. His hand hovers over angelic words that have been carved into the steel.

“What’s it say?” Dean asks.

“Do you really want to know?” Cas double checks with furrowed brows.

“Spit it out! I want to get out of here!” The hunter snaps.

The angel takes another look at the words before crossing the stream again. He doesn’t care about the things in the water nor do they care for him. They don’t seem to want to touch the angel.

“Behind that door, are the angels we’re looking for,” Cas begins, “But the door is sealed behind an old Enochian ritual that relies on a mortal.”

“So, you can’t open that?” Dean asks.

“No.”

“What do I have to do? Blood ritual or something?” The hunter jokes. “Can’t we just force it open with some explosives?”

Castiel hesitates a fair bit too long for Dean’s liking. “The door won’t open unless a ritual is partaken. A sexual ritual.”

“A what now?” Dean barks out, shining the flashlight right into the angel’s face.

Cas frowns as he lowers the torch slowly to continue explaining, “In the water is an old, angelic being that was made alongside humans. With all the same needs and wants. It resides here as a key for the holy grounds beyond the door. And only a mortal willing to give themselves to it can open it.”

Dean stares blankly at Cas for a moment, letting his words sink in. The angels have been bringing mortals down here to fuck? What the fuck is wrong with them!?

“You guys are doing this shit!” Dean snaps out suddenly, “This is some kinky ass shit, Cas!” He shouts as he points towards the water.

Cas looks at him in utter disbelief. Blue eyes wide as saucepans and brows furrowed deeper than an old man’s foreskin.

“I’m not apart of them, Dean!” Cas defends him. “It’s an old ritual that’s meant for mortals to give their bodies over to-“

“Sounding like some sex dungeon shit there,” Dean cuts him off.

The angel can only stare at him with a frown, not wanting to argue any further. He begin to walk away, back towards the exit of the cave with his hands clenched into his fists.

“Where are you going!?” Dean shouts from where he stands.

Cas stops and spins around quickly, his trench coat whirling around him. Dean stays still, not moving from the edge of the stream.

“We can’t get through here,” the angel grumbles, pointing towards the locked door.

“We’re getting through,” Dean says firmly. “What do I have to do?”

Cas blinks. Absolutely stunned at what has just come from the hunter’s mouth. He turns towards Dean fully, eyes flicking back towards the stream before back to the blonde.

“Are you sure?” The angel asks. “You’ve got to be fully willing to do so, otherwise it won’t work.”

Dean clears his throat. “Yeah,” he says with little confidence.

Cas raises a brow as he stalks back towards Dean.

He clears his throat again, “Yes,” he says with more assurance.

The angel shrugs his coat off as he walks past Dean without a word. He roughly folds it up and places it beside the stream before stepping back into the water. His pants are already wet to his knees so he doesn’t bother with caring. The tendrils in the water move away from him in a perfect circle, not wanting anything to do with him. Cas turns to Dean, holding out a hand.

“All you have to do is step in the stream, and they’ll do the rest,” Cas says calmly and slowly. “I won’t let them hurt you.”

Dean sucks in a breath. He’s seen stuff like this in some of those weird alien pornos he’s come across. But having to actually do something like this in real life? On a job!? And with Cas next to him. Good god this day couldn’t get any worse.

Dean procrastinates by untying his shoes and taking them off along with his socks. Cas waits patiently, not saying a word otherwise he knows Dean will just snap at him.

Finally, Dean steps into the cool water. At first, the black tendrils seep away from him, not wanting anything to do with him. Then, one reaches out, long, black and shimmering under the water’s surface. Dean watches with disgust as it wraps itself around his ankle. His first instinct is to pull away and run out of the water. But he stands still, his body frozen in anticipation.

It’s a lot warmer and slimier than Dean wanted to know about, but at least it isn’t freezing cold like the goddamn water. It’s curls around his ankle before feeling up under the cuff of his jeans. That has Dean jerking backwards. The tendril automatically retracts, returning back to the mass of the others it coils itself around.

Cas looks to Dean with furrowed brows, worry deep set on his face. “You don’t have to do this,” the angel inquires.

Dean looks to the door on the other side of the stream before huffing. “Do you know any other way in? Or any other human that’s willing to be fucked like some alien porno?” He asks half-heartedly but it comes out much firmer than he intends it to be.

“No,” Cas answers even though he already knows the answer.

“Just give me a minute,” Dean says. “It’s not every day that you gotta let some weird tentacles jerk you off.”Cas goes very quiet at that and worry quickly settles into the hunters gut. Green eyes meet blue and Dean swallows thickly. “That’s all… right?”

“Dean,” the angel responds firmly.

The hunter becomes very still at the tone in his voice. “You don’t mean they’re gonna,” he makes an upwards motion with his hand as he finishes the sentence.

“It’s how the seal works,” Cas answers for him.

Dean runs a hand down his face. Okay. Okay. How bad can this be? It can’t be harder than getting fucked up the ass. He’s only done that… once. And it felt odd. But good, in a weird way.

“Okay. Shit,” Dean curses to himself as he steps into the water again, both feet this time. If he thinks about it too much, he’ll head home and grab some other hunter that is more willing to have their wet dreams enacted in real life. He doesn’t want to admit out loud to the angel in front of him that’s he might be oddly into this more than he lets on. His macho man personality is just getting in the way a bit and he’s very aware of that. “Shiiiit,” he curses again. “Let’s do this.”

“It wouldn’t hurt you,” Cas informs.

“And how do you know that?” Dean bites back a little harshly as he takes another step forward.

“It speaks an old Enochian that humans can’t here,” Cas swallows thickly. “It told me so. It’s the last thing it wants to do.”

Cas holds out a hand and Dean instantly takes it in a bone crushing grip. Somehow that makes Dean feel a little bit better about all of this. And here he thought it was a mindless mass of tentacles that just wanted to fuck.

Multiple tendrils reach out this time knowing that a willing mortal is here now. They don’t hesitate this time to curl up and under Dean’s jeans. Their slimy texture makes it easy to worm their way up the wet fabric and feel his skin as if they’re curious on who is here to open the door.

A shiver runs down Dean’s spine as the tendrils slither further up his jeans. He glances at Cas and notices that the angel is watching with an intense gaze. As if waiting for one of these things to hurt Dean. None of the black tendrils reach for Cas, all focus on Dean. The hunter can’t even see his feet anymore with how many tendrils reach out and want to touch him.

Suddenly, the tendrils pull at his legs and he falls to his knees in to the water. It’s freezing and Dean lets out a gasp as air is drawn from his lungs. The stream is only knees high so Dean can kneel in the water, but it doesn’t make it any more comfortable as he’s all of a sudden swarmed by the bloody things in said water.

Dean still holds onto Cas’s hand, using it as an anchor as the tentacle like things in the water move around the hunter’s body. There’s so many at this point that Dean doesn’t even know where to start. They shift and move under his jeans, popping his fly open to knead at his cock. They venture under his shirt, curling and roaming under his skin. They firmly wrap around his arm that’s in the water, holding him in place.

“Cas,” Dean manages to utter out pass the breathless moans escaping his mouth.

A tendril venture into his underwear and finds what it’s looking for. It wraps around his cock, the warmth of the tentacle a very nice contrast to the cold water. Dean shudders out a groan, trying not to make too much noise. But it’s very hard when the tendril squeezes around the head of his cock, fondling his balls all in the same notion.

Cas kneels down in front of him, unphased by the chill of the water. He lets go of Dean’s hand and for a split second, the hunter panics. But the angel only lets go so that he can drag Dean’s upper body from the water. The tentacles come with him, wrapped around his arm and chest. They don’t stop moving, slithering and sliding across skin and under his clothes.

Dean is brought into the angel’s lap so that he can lay on his back. And to also avoid being brought down into the water and drowning with how goddamn needy these things are.

“You’re doing great, Dean,” Cas’s deep voice rumbles very close to his ear.

The tendrils lower down his body, back to the water where it comes up to just below his chest. They don’t seem to like being out of the safety of the water for too long.

Dean breathes in sharply as the tendrils manoeuvre downwards and start prodding between his ass. He tenses, reaching back with a hand to grip onto Cas’s sleeve tightly.

“Just relax,” the angel coos.

The thing is about all of this. With the tendril curling and rubbing up and down his dick to the warm feeling of all the appendages slithering over his skin, he’s very quickly realizing he’s very into this more than he thought. Would he ever verbally say that out loud? No. Absolutely not. He’s rather shoot himself in the mouth than ever tell Sam about this. Or anyone else for that matter. And so he finds himself opening his legs a bit more so that the tentacle that’s searching under there can find it’s prize much more easily.

It prods at his rim before rubbing itself over his ass a few times. The slime that it emits stick to his skin rather than being washed away in the water. Once it’s deemed there’s enough, it brings its blunt head back to Dean’s ass and pushes lightly.

Dean grinds his teeth as it pushes past his tight ass. It’s no bigger than two fingers but the stretch still hurt ever so slightly. He grunts low in his chest as the tendril moves out slightly before diving a little further in. The feeling is foreign, but not unwanted. He can’t help the breathy gasp as it ventures in further, brushing up against those sweet bundle of nerves that has him wincing in bliss. The glide of the tentacle is slicked by the odd slime, but at least it’s not going in dry. Because God does Dean know that shower or bath sex is fucking difficult. Bloody amazing. But God does the water wash everything away quickly.

Another tentacle pushes up beside the first one, coiling around each other to make themselves thicker. The new found girth has Dean gasping and panting loudly. The stretch is painful but it’s a good stretch, quickly overlooked with just how good it all feels.

Cas holds onto him, his hands on his chest to keep him grounded. He continues to hold onto the angel’s sleeves, not wanting to let go in case he accidently grabs a hold of those slimy tentacles. He is still slightly grossed out by the feeling of them, but by god do they know what they’re doing down there.

The same tentacle that’s been jerking him off firmly squeezes his balls as if trying to milk him. Dean breathes out shakily as he feels it brush up against the head of his cock again, slicking him up even more. But it’s when the tip of the tendril flicks against the slit of Dean’s cock does he strangle out a cry and jerk suddenly in the water. Not out of panic or fear, but in pure pleasure and sensitivity that suddenly overtook his nerves. The tendril does it again, as if sensing the pleasure that it brings Dean and then it does it again and it brings the hunter to a shaking mess within the angel’s arms.

“You okay, Dean?” Cas immediately asks.

The hunter chuckles out loudly, the noise echoing off the cave walls. The water moves like it’s boiling with just how much the ancient being is moving around Dean. Wanting to touch every inch of him. Wanting to please him for giving his body to it.

“Yeah,” Dean breathes out finally. “I’m okay.”

Somehow, the tentacles move Dean’s jeans further down until they’re all the way down at his ankles. Then, with a firm grip around the hunter’s thighs, hard enough to leave bruises, they pull his legs open wider. Allowing the two tentacles to drive themselves even deeper into Dean with now a brutal pace.

Dean shudders as he can feel an orgasm quickly rising deep in his gut. But it’s stopped dead as the tentacle on his dick and balls squeezes tightly at the base of his cock. Stopping him in his tracks. The hunter can’t help the whines and keens that come from his throat now.

“Cas,” He finds himself breathing out.

The angel only holds him closer at that, moving him further up into his lap. But that doesn’t stop the thrusting of the tentacles. They move further into Dean, hitting every good spot that has his legs shaking. He throws his head back against Cas’s chest, panting and groaning deep within his throat. The angel stares at him for a moment, those big blue eyes just watching as Dean gets royally fucked. And being the type of romantic the hunter is, he grabs onto Cas’s hair and drags him down into a deep and wet kiss. It’s broken in bits and pieces between Dean trying to fill his air with lungs that the tendrils are pounding out of him. But the angel kisses back all the same.

The constricted grip around Dean’s balls and dick suddenly loosen up to begin feeling him up again. Dean shudders, his lips ghosting near Cas’s as he peers down at the water past a hooded gaze. It’s a lustful sight. So many of the black tentacles wrap around his legs and torso, wiggling and moving that it almost looks like rope for bondage. That earns Dean a chuckle from himself.

The pace of things suddenly change as he feels a third tentacle prodding at his loose rim. Dean hisses in sharply as it pulls and tugs before being able to slide up against the other two. It joins the others, the three coiling around each other to stretch Dean just that much wider. He loses himself now, throwing his head back once more into Cas to squeeze his eyes shut.

“You’re doing so well, Dean,” Cas’s words send a deadly shiver down his back that pushes him just that further to the edge. “Just a little further, I think they’re almost done.”

The thought is a blessing, but at the same time Dean doesn’t want this to stop. This feels too good. He shivers and shakes at the constant onslaught of his guts. He feels his balls tightening again, his orgasm building up again, stronger this time. The tentacles just have to keep hitting the spot and ah- Ah!

Dean arches up out of the water as he juts his hips as he comes undone. Hot, thick ropes of cum land in the water that are quickly washed away down in the stream. The tentacles don’t stop what they’re doing. They pump every last drop out of him, squeezing at his dick and balls to milk him dry. The three inside of him don’t stop either, keeping up a pace that is becoming very sensitive with every thrust. As if they send a jolt of electricity through him with each pass over his sensitive prostate.

Dean pants out, weary eyes watching the black tendrils do their thing. “Cas?” He asks as if the angel know the answer to the question that goes unasked.

“The door hasn’t opened yet,” he inquires.

His green eyes flicker over to the door that is still sealed shut. Every movement the tentacles now make is very overstimulating and overbearing. He grinds his teeth as little grunts escape his throat at each thrust.

“Just hold out a little longer,” Cas’s fingers knead at his scalp. “You can do this.”

A shiver runs down Dean’s spine as he squeezes his eyes shut. It’s painful and Dean reaches down to at least move the tentacle from his dick. But Cas is quick to grab his wrist and bring it back over his head with the other. Dean arches his back, trying to move or push the burning feeling from his hardening dick for the second time tonight. He whines out a noise that is shaky and on the verge of a sob.

Suddenly, the three tentacles in him stutter and sink a little deeper within him. They pulse and bulge lightly as they cum deep within the hunter. The hot cum feels sticky just like the slime that the tentacles are covered in. Dean’s body shakes at the sensation, his mouth gaping wide as it feels like it keeps going on for ages.

When the tentacles deem itself finished, they pull out slowly, leaving Dean feeling sticky and slightly bloated. The rest of the black, slithering tentacles retract from Dean’s body just as slowly as if not wanting to let go. He pants and licks his lips, trying to collect himself the best he can. But he still feels very dead to the world. That might’ve been the best orgasm he’s ever had.

“Holy shit,” he manages to get out.

A loud click drags both Dean’s and Cas’s attention over to the door that opens by itself smoothly. Dean can’t help the breathless laugh that bounces off the cave walls.

“You did great, Dean,” the angel comments with a smile.

Dean swallows thickly and doesn’t move from where he is. He looks back into the water and quickly notices that the tentacle mass has moved away from him. It keeps at a distance like it did with Cas. He thicks his dry lips again.

He’s never going to be able to look at another alien porn the same.

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