#supernarural

[babygirldeansblog]

1.04 dean — "still having nightmares about jess?

1.19 dean — "i don't know what's like to lose somebody like that"

season 7 dean winchester

[throwupgirl]

"at least i dont look like a lumberjack" castiel im so sorry you were stuck in a long-running dark fantasy show you were clearly born to be a reality tv diva

[fishelfe]

Two episodes that had interesting guest actors.

Supernatural just never clicked with me...

okay judgemental free zone here because I’m genuinely curious: how much of supernatural have y'all ACTUALLY watched

[snickerlesscage]

Ok so is this like... an American thing? The amount of times they say they should "send someone a fruit basket" in supernatural is bizarre. Is fruit like... affordable in the states? Nobody's ever sent me one.

[averysmallcetacean]

Interesting thing - when Santra talks about the dragon king in ep one, the adjectives she uses to describe him are arguably positive: "powerful" and "unstoppable"

She says the faerie realm was layed to waste by the war, the responsibility for this carnage is arguably placed on the civillians etc who "rose up" against him, not the dragon king himself

obviously she doesn't say any of this outright, but the implications of her words are interesting when you think about it

p.s - can you tell I'm on my fifth rewatch lol

[helpmebbg]

what if mr oliver was in supernarural

sent to superhell immediately

[justkending]

I rewrote this chapter the other day and thought I'd share it, considering that if I rewrite this series, it'll take a little longer than I hope to...

However, I'd rather share the few chapters I am getting around to to lessen the blow of my old writing... Cause jesus. Those who have been here for the growth, God bless you. I love you so much :,)

One Night Flame. Chapter 2.

Series Summary: Y/N is a 3rd grade teacher, who had a really bad breakup. To help cheer her up, her friends convince her to go out to a bar on a school night, something she never does, and things take an unpredictable turn. The stranger she meets, and later has a one night stand with, may be harder to get rid of than she thought.

Word Count: 2700+

Pairing: Y/N x Dean Winchester

A/N: Rewritten June 16th, 2024

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Chapter 2:

As soon as the door shut, I was pressed against it. Dean was peppering kisses along my neck and shoulders as he made his way down to my collarbone, nipping and hinting at where else he wanted to go. I lifted my head in acceptance and closed my eyes, allowing the feeling of his soft lips to take over my senses. 

I wrapped my fingers through the shorter hair on his neck and pulled slightly, scratching the nape of his neck and getting a moan out of him. I looked forward when I felt his lips pause and saw him staring at me with lascivious eyes. His arms were tight around my waist, keeping me flush to him. I bit my bottom lip at the sight before me.

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[atlas-0]

New chapter of my Disco Elysium longfic is out (has been for a few days but I forgot to post lmao)! I can't believe the work currently has 101 kudos, genuinely so wild. Give it a shot if you want to read about post-canon things :)

Title: Sharp and Vivid Existence

Category: Gen

Rating: M (although for now the actual content is closer to T)

Word count: 74k

Chapters: 9/?

Relationships: Harry Du Bois & Kim Kitsuragi, Harry Du Bois & Jean Vicquemare, Kim Kitsuragi & Jean Vicquemare, Pre-Kim/Jean/Harry

Additional tags/info: Post-Canon, The Pale, Supernarural Elements, Case fic, Queer themes, Revacholian Politics

[ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused]

ᴅᴀʏ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ: Pass Out w/ Dean Winchester

a/n: yes, i am aware of how cliche this fic is, but what can i say? i am a sucker for worried and protective!dean winchester.

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There was no way you could be a hunter if you feared death. It was funny, talking about being afraid of death as if you hadn't met him and known him personally for a short while. There were many stakes that came with fighting off the supernatural, and that was injuries, and blood loss, lots and lots of blood loss.

You, Sam, and Dean had figured it wouldn't hurt to go out on a hunt, and it just so happened to be a pack of not so friendly werewolves, many of them unhappy that you had stepped into their terf. That's how you ended up thrown against the wall of the rotting building where they were squatting.

You had hit your head hard against the rusted metal, you were pretty sure you had a concussion as you attempted to reach around and touch the back of it. Your vision was fading in and out and you watched the two brothers kill the mutts, not before you had blinked, and everything went black.

The next thing you knew, you had woken up in yours and Dean's shared bed, Dean hunched over, hand clasped in yours as he rested. You knew your boyfriend was concerned, despite his difficulty to express it.

"Dean?" You rasped. His head rose slowly, his eyes blinking a few times before his gaze finally settled onto yours. "Thank god you're okay." Was the first thing he said, bringing your knuckles to his mouth as he placed a kiss in them. "Of course I'd be okay, Dean. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

He let out a watery laugh, "I wouldn't dream of it, Sweetheart."

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The following below are fandoms that I'm in as well as a few characters that I'm willing to write for. Feel free to ask about someone who's not named on the list (I'll most likely only list 4 per thing for space reasons (I could go on forever with MCU people alone)).

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Celebrities Jeffrey Dean Morgan Lauren Cohan Robert Downey Jr. Scarlett Johannson Others

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GUYS

episode four of supernatural academy, when Brax and Jae are in Faerie - when Brax is slumped against a tree you see some black floaty stuff approaching him

IT'S THE SHADOW SPAWN

I've figured it out!!! that must be when he got possessed!!!

poor Brax :(

the time stamp is like 11:50 (a bit before and a bit afterwards but yeah) on netflix

I'm going to pretend that it laid dormant in him until right at the end, otherwise it's too sad cause like more than half of the show so far wouldn't even be him really cause he would be possessed

[babygirldeansblog]

ASD to all saints day but also autism spectrum disorder... supernarural is INSANE

"Knock, knock. Time to die." ↳ 14.04 - MINT CONDITION

[superbadassnatural]

Mirth Motel

Summary: Y/N desperately needs her beauty sleep. After lots of begging and attempts at the perfect puppy-dog-eyes, she finally convinces Dean to stop at a motel. Square filled: only one bed Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: 2,188 Warnings: mostly fluff I guess, some funny bits, flirting, lots of eye rolls A/N: Surprisingly, I had never written this trope before! I’m not gonna lie, I had fun writing it. This fills my square for @spndeanbingo.

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“Please,” you pouted, batting your eyelashes. Dean averted his eyes from the road to look at you. “Pretty please.”

“I'm gonna kill Sam for teaching the puppy-dog-eye thing,” he rolled his eyes.

“Is it working? Who does it better?” you wiggled your eyebrows excitedly.

“Sam’s been doing this his whole life; he had years of practice. Of course, he does it better,” he pointed out. “Sam looks like a kicked golden retriever puppy, and you-” he chuckled. “- you look like an angry chihuahua pretending to be sad, so you can go to the dog park and scare all the dogs away.”

“I've always wanted to be a chihuahua.”

“You’re insufferable, you know that?”

“Yeah, I know,” it was your time to roll your eyes. “C’mon, Dean, there's a motel in a few miles. We can crash there. I'm tired. I desperately need my beauty sleep and my feet hurt and I need out of these uncomfortable clothes.”

“Well, my head hurts from hearing you ramble, but I'm not complaining, am I?” he glanced at you, pursing his lips.

“It's late and it's raining. Do you really want to put Baby through this rain? I bet she's cold.”

“Nah, she likes it when it rains. She thinks it's romantic,” his lips pulled up into an asymmetric grin. “If you want to, you can go into the backseat, change into your pjs and get some of your beauty sleep. I promise I won't look while you change. Unless you ask me to.”

“Dean, c’mon.”

“If I pull up at the motel and we crash there for the night, will you stop whining?”

“I'll never whine again for the rest of my life. Cross my heart.”

“Hey, careful there.”

“Please,” you batted your eyelashes. “Do it for me. I know that, deep down in that cold heart of yours, you love me.”

“Okay,” he sighed. “You won.”

“Have I mentioned you are the bestest friend in the world?” you grinned.

“Nope.”

“Well, you are the bestest friend in the world.”

Dean drove for a few more miles. The rain cracked on the hood of the Impala. The sound was relaxing and lulling. The neon sign greeted you, and Dean turned left to head into the parking lot.

“Really? Mirth Motel? What kind of name is that?” he grunted.

“I don’t know, Dean,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “At this point, I couldn't care less about the name of the motel. As long as it has beds and a shower, it's fine by me.”

Dean took a few turns in the parking lot, struggling to find a spot he could park his car.

“Oh for fucks sake, everyone decided to stay here tonight?”

“Stop complaining,” you nearly whined.

“There isn't a single spot where I can park Baby. There better be a room available for us.”

“Stop being so grumpy. There's a space available right there.”

“Where?”

“There!”

“Thanks,” he huffed.

“You're welcome,” you pouted.

Dean parked the car, cutting off the engine. He sighed and glanced at you.

“We’re far away from the entry,” he pointed out. “There's no way to get inside without getting ourselves wet.”

“Fine by me,” you shrugged. “As long as I get to take a shower as soon as I step foot in there, it's okay.”

“Okay.”

You and Dean climbed out of the car quickly with duffle bags over your shoulders. You made a beeline to the entrance of the building, the rain mercilessly pouring down on you. Dean immediately went to the front desk, some of his wet hair stuck to his forehead. You took a few steps back, grabbing your phone and deciding to text Sam to let him know you had made a stop at a motel.

“Two queens, please,” Dean smiled at the old lady behind the counter. She nodded and checked on the system.

“I’m sorry, dear, we don’t have any room available with two queen-sized beds,” she offered him a sympathetic smile. “But we do have a room that will settle you for the night just fine.”

“Okay,” Dean frowned as the woman handed him the keys with a smirk. “Thank you, ma’am.”

“You’re welcome, dear. It's on the second floor. Have fun,” she wiggled her eyebrows.

Dean turned to you with wide eyes. You glanced up from your phone.

“All good?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he nodded. “Got it.”

“Great. Shall we?”

Dean gave a short nod and led the way.

“Dude, we’ve been to a lot of crappy motels, but this one takes the cake,” he mumbled as you climbed up the stairs. “Why the hell couldn’t I just park the car and get in a room like every other motel?”

“I don’t know, Dean, but complaining won’t make any difference,” you chided. “And we’re gonna stay here for less than twelve hours. We’re gonna be on the road first thing in the morning, so please, just stop complaining, or I’ll smack your head in the wall.”

“Fine,” he rolled his eyes.

Dean twisted the key in the lock, swinging the door open. He stepped inside, flicking on the lights; you followed suit. Dean sighed and threw his head back with a roll of his eyes. You frowned with a tilt of your head before looking over his shoulder.

“Of course there’s only one bed,” you blew out a breath. “Are we in a movie? ‘Cause now it certainly feels like we’re in a movie.”

Dean placed his bag on the table; you did the same.

“I expected more from a place called Mirth Motel,” he said. “I am certainly feeling mirthless.”

“Very funny, Dean,” you rolled your eyes. “Look, I’m gonna take a shower now, and when I get out, you better not be in a sour mood.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna go get us some burgers. Call me if you need anything.”

“Okay.”

Grabbing the keys, Dean walked out of the room. You picked up everything you needed and headed to the shower. The water pressure wasn’t nearly as good as the one you had in the bunker, but, right now, it was everything you needed.

By the time Dean got back, you were laying on the right side of the bed - knowing he’d rather sleep on the right -, reading your book. He held the paper bag in one hand and two beers in the other.

“I’m gonna take a shower,” he said, placing the food on the table. “The burgers are still warm, but I think the beers might need to go in the fridge for a bit.”

“Want me to wait for you?”

“Nah, there’s no need to.”

“Okay, I’m waiting for you,” you said, and he chuckled. “What? There’s no fun in eating alone.”

“It’s gonna get cold.”

“We microwave it.”

“Right,” he smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

“Hmm, this delicious,” you nearly moaned, mouthful.

“Yeah, it is,” Dean smiled as he finished his burger, taking a long swig of his beer. “Look, if you want to, I can sleep in the backseat of Baby. I don’t mind. She’s comfy.”

“No, Dean, it’s okay,” you assured him, hand reaching out to his thick forearm. “The bed is big enough for both of us. It’s a king-sized bed, after all. We’d be in trouble if Sam had come with us.”

“Yeah, we would,” he chuckled. “He hogs all the blankets.”

“And all the space. That giant.”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“One-hundred percent sure,” you smiled. “Unless you are the one who doesn’t want to sleep with me.”

“Huh? I- uh- of course, I wanna sleep with you,” he stumbled over his words, his voice trembling. You blurt out laughing. “No. I mean- I don’t mind sleeping with you on the same bed. Clothed and all. Not, uh, the other kind of sleeping with you. Like naked and, uh- yeah, not that.”

“Easy, tiger. No need to get all flustered,” you chuckled. The point of his ears turned pink as his cheeks blushed. He took a long gulp of his beer. “For the record, I wouldn’t mind sleeping with you. I mean, the other kind of sleeping with you. Like naked and all. I wouldn’t mind in the slightest.”

His wide green eyes lifted at you before averting your face again. Dean cleared his throat and shifted in his seat.

“Would you?” you asked.

“Would I what?”

“Mind sleeping with me butt-naked.”

“Oh. No, of course not,” he stammered, shaking his head nervously. “Not even a bit.”

“Good,” you nodded. “It’s good to know we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah. Yeah, uh- I’m gonna go to sleep then,” he announced, awkwardly standing to his feet. “I’m tired.”

“Okay, you do that. I’ll be right after you.”

“Okay, good. Great.”

Dean locked himself in the bathroom, doing who knows what. You chuckled to yourself with a shake of your head. You loved making him feel embarrassed. Dean would get all cute whenever he felt uncomfortable. His eyes would widen, and he would lose every ability to talk. When his cheeks turned into a bright pink along with the tip of his ears, then everything was chaotic. It was nice to make him blush.

You laid on your back. The mattress wasn’t that comfortable. You didn’t expect it to be memory foam, but you hoped it would be a little comfier than it actually was. Your eyes were glued on the ceiling, your hands over your stomach as your finger tapped the back of your right one. An awkward silence filled the atmosphere as Dean, too, laid on his back without saying a word. His green eyes stared up as he chewed on his lip.

“Penny for your thoughts?” you said quietly, glancing at him.

“The ceiling is moving.”

“What?” you looked up with wide eyes. The ceiling was perfectly still.“Are you high?”

“No, but I’m pretty sure I've been staring at it for too long, and now it’s moving.”

“You’re so weird.”

“Thanks, you too,” Dean turned on his side, glancing at you. “I’ve been looking everywhere for that shirt.”

“My shirt?” you bit your lip to keep yourself from bursting into laughter.

“No, my shirt. You stole it.”

“You don’t remember, do you? You gave it to me as a birthday present.”

“It isn’t your birthday for the next month and a half.”

“You said it was an early gift,” you said firmly.

“I’m pretty sure I’d remember if I had given it to you,” he said. “But what do I know, right?”

“What do you know,” you licked your lips, turning to him.

“It looks better on you anyway,” he shrugged.

“Yeah, it does.”

Dean’s gaze dropped to your lips, lingering there for a moment, then backed up to your eyes. You drew a sharp intake of breath. His emerald green orbs seemed to unravel all the mysteries of your soul. You swallowed thick, avoiding his gaze. Slowly, Dean’s hand reached to yours under the blankets, his thumb caressed your skin. You looked up at him, his eyes locked in yours. As a way to avoid the growing tension between the two of you, you gave him a playful smirk and placed your feet on his legs.

“Fuck,” he hissed, pulling away; his hand didn’t let go, though. “Why are your feet so cold?”

“I don’t know,” you smiled innocently “You’re always hot, so now you’re gonna warm my feet since the blanket isn’t doing its job.”

“Jesus, it’s like the feet of a corpse.”

“Hey!” you smacked his shoulder. “Don’t say that.”

“Well, maybe if you wore some pants instead of shorts and actually put on some socks, your feet wouldn't be this cold.”

“You’re not fun, ” you pouted.

“If I had my feet against your shins, you wouldn't be too happy about it either.”

“Just admit you love having me this close to you,” you teased, a playful smirk on your lips.

“G’night, Y/N,” he turned his back on you.

“My feet are still cold,” you whined. “What should I do?”

“I don’t know. Use my calves maybe. Just don’t put those dead feet on my back.”

“Can I put them on your ass? I bet it would get them warm pretty quick.”

“Good night, Y/N,” he mumbled, you could almost hear his eyes rolling.

“Is that a yes or a no?” you insisted.

“That’s a no. Now shut it and go to sleep.”

“Fine,” you huffed. “Good night, Dean.”

Eventually, your feet got warm, and you pulled away from Dean. Some time, in the middle of the night, he found your back turned to him and decided to snuggle closer. His strong arm draped over your waist, knees tucked behind yours. Dean was laying on his back when the sun rose, and you rested your head on his chest, his arms once again securing you close. Of course, none of you would talk about waking up in each other's arms for the next four hours you’d be in the car. Perhaps you would only mention it once you were back at the bunker, forced to face what was said and done at the Mirth Motel.

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[loki-the-god-in-green]

I could read about the same two idiots finding each other and falling in love over and over again in a thousand different ways.

[manic-wentz]

Can I Help You Groom Them

Pairing: Destiel

Warnings: Gay sex, blow job, Dean not getting any, wing!kink, friends to lovers

I couldn't stop watching Cas. I didn't know what it was about him that was making me feel this way, but the concentration on his face was amazing.

"Hey, Cas?" I asked softly.

He looked at me with those huge innocent eyes that he has and I swear I almost moaned. "Yes, Dean?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"I haven't groomed my wings in a few months and I was considering doing it now but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

I thought about that. "It wouldn't make me uncomfortable. I actually want to see them."

He looked astonished. "Would you really?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I'll have to remove some of my clothing. Would that make you uncomfortable, Dean?"

Keep it cool, Winchester. "No, of course not, Cas."

He locks eyes with me, seemingly making sure that I meant that. But of course I did. He was Castiel.

And so our own personal angel, took off his trench coat, tie, and dress shirt, leaving his surprisingly muscular chest. I wasn't really expecting that.

The focused look on his face returned and within seconds a pair of beautiful black wings sprang into existence. I was rendered speechless.

Cas looked concerned. "Are you okay, Dean?"

I mentally shook myself. "Yeah, I'm okay. I'm fine. I was just a bit awestruck by them. They're beautiful, Cas." I hesitated. "Uh... can I help you groom them?"

Cas once again looked astonished. "You would really like to help me?"

"Why does that surprise you?"

"I just wasn't expecting you to see them the way you do, I suppose." He looked at me and smiled. "We should go to my room, though." I didn't question this.

When we got in he sat down on his bed, and I clambered up to sit behind him.

"Will you teach what I need to do to groom them?" I asked

His smile returned. "Of course."

He took my hand and lead it to the feathers at the top of one of his wings and let me go just before I touched it.

"Just use your fingers to comb through the feathers and straighten them out."

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me because he had already turned back around. I lightly brushed my hand across the top of his right wing, just trying to see if they were as soft as they looked. I barely had a second to comprehend that they were before I heard Cas groan. I immediately became concerned.

"You okay, Cas? Am I hurting you?"

"You are fine, Dean. They're just a little sensitive is all. You may continue if you wish."

And so I began to rake my fingers through them, but it didn't take long for me to notice that Cas was groaning again. At this point I had decided that I would simply trust him to tell me if i was hurting him.

"Dean?"

I stopped. "Yeah, Cas?"

"Your fingers are too dry. There is a gland at the base of each wing that should be secreting oil to help you groom them."

"Okay." I felt around for them and found them, and as he had said, they were definitely leaking. I gathered up some of the oil and began to apply it to his wings, but then he did something I wasn't expecting. He moaned. Loudly. I only paused for a second, then decided that playing it off would be the best move in this situation. I continued applying the oil, and I could tell that something was happening in his head, but I didn't want to stop.

Once I got to the downy feathers at the base, he gave a particularly loud moan and whirled around faster than any mere mortal could. I must have looked shocked, because I saw regret flood his face.

"I'm so sorry, Dean. I've just never let anyone else groom them before, and it's giving me these feelings. It doesn't feel the same as whenever I do it."

"Is it bad?" I asked tentatively.

He smiled again. "No, it's not, Dean. It feels really good."

I began my work on the second wing after he had turned back around.

"So, you said it feels good," I started. He nodded his agreement. "Feels good how?"

For a second I thought I had crossed a line because he didn't say anything. Just as I was about to apologize, he spoke.

"Look down, Dean."

I was confused. "Down where?"

In his profile, I saw him blush. "My pants, Dean."

I looked down and saw the obvious strain in his dress pants. I was surprised. I didn't I would ever be able to do anything that would turn on the angel.

"Do you want me to help you with that, Cas?"

He stopped moving for a second. "I don't want you to do anything you're uncomfortable with."

I almost laughed. "That wouldn't make me uncomfortable, Cas. Just let me finish this wing."

He nodded, and after I had finished to Cas's satisfaction, he turned around to face me. I had about half a second to comprehend this before he roughly pressed his lips to mine. I was surprised for that exact same amount of time before I kissed him back. I slid my tongue across his bottom lip, wordlessly asking for his permission to enter. He granted it. I got the feeling he wasn't very familiar with the idea of gay sex. I flipped him over on his bed so I was on top. I could feel him hardening against me, but I wanted to see just how turned on I could get him, since I had wanted this since I first saw him.

And so, the first thing I did was slide my tongue against his. I felt him groan into the kiss as I began to explore every corner of his mouth with my tongue. But that wasn't all I had planned to get him worked up. Continuing my work in his mouth, I also reached behind him and gave the feather a slight, experimental tug. It seemed to have the desired effect on him, because he pulled back to mewl a bit while he bit my lower lip. I couldn't stop the slight moan that escaped me at the feeling of it.

He started to unbutton my flannel, and I helped him with the last few buttons. I shrugged out of it once we finished unbuttoning it. He didn't even pause to think before he pulled my undershirt over my head. I decided that I rather enjoyed Cas when he let go a bit.

It astonished it me a bit when we fought to get the others pants off first. Finally, Cas used his grace to remove every other article of clothing between us, never breaking the kiss that we had restarted at some point after he had gotten my shirt off. I could feel his hardness against my thigh, and I ran my hand down his chest to grip it in my hand and slowly stroke it. I pulled back to see his face while I did this, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. His head was tilted back against the duvet and I couldn't stop myself from shuffling down to settle my head between his legs.

He looked down at me with a slack jaw, but he threw his head back again when I ran my tongue over his slit. The moan he let out then was borderline pornographic, and he crossed that line when I groaned against him in response to the first one.

I adored the look on his face when I teased him, but I couldn't wait to see it when I made him cum.

And so, I decided that I would. At first. I only took the tip in my mouth. I gave one hard suck and reached around to tangle my fingers in his feathers. He moaned so loud that he practically screamed. I had to pull off for a second so that I could bite his thigh. Once I was sure that I wouldn't bite his dick, I jumped back up to take him in all the way until I could feel him at the back of my throat.

At that point, he was squirming around so much that I had to hold him down by his waist. I kept running my fingers through the softness of his feathers, because I couldn't get enough of the feeling of it, and it seemed like he couldn't either. He wasn't even moaning anymore, he was just gasping a lot, like he was feeling too much and he couldn't catch his breath. Occasionally, he would let out a whine, but that was only if I gave a particularly hard suck.

I could feel his legs shaking, and I knew he was close. There was one more thing I wanted him to do before he got to that point. I pulled off.

His head shot up to look at me.

"What is it, Dean?"

I cracked my best shit-eating grin. "You close, Cas?" Like I didn't already know.

"Yes, Dean," he practically growled at me.

"You wanna cum, Cas?" I purred at him.

He just glared at me.

"Use your words."

He did growl this time.

"Yes, Dean."

I hummed against his inner thigh.

"Beg for it."

His breath hitched in his throat, all of his anger disappearing.

"What?"

My smirk grew deeper. "You heard me. Beg for it."

He let out a little whine. "Please, Dean. Please, finish this."

I chuckled darkly. "Little more, Cas. Come on, I know you can do it.

He let out a louder whine. "Please, Dean." I tugged on some of his feathers, causing him to damn near scream. "Ugh. Please, Dean, PLEASE!" That's more like it, I thought to myself.

"Oh, and, uh, one more thing, Cas."

He whimpered.

"Look at me when you cum." I locked eyes with him to let him know that I was serious. He nodded frantically.

As I went back to where I was, sucking off a desperate sounding Cas, I reached back behind him to begin stroking his feathers again, making his hands shoot to my hair and these sexy, wanton noises to leave his mouth, not even meaning to let me know how close he was. I watched his head drop back against the duvet again, but I had my rules. I untangled one of my hands from his feathers to tap on his stomach to get his eyes back on mine. They seemed more blue than usual, but that was probably because his pupils were practically pinpoints from how close he was. They were glassy, but they could still see me and comprehend everything I was doing, that much I could tell. With his eyes back on me, I returned my hands to his feathers, tugging hard to get him over the edge as fast as I could.

When he came, it was glorious. His eyes widened, his mouth went slack, he barely managed to keep his eyes on me, but he did, he was alternating between panting, whining, and moaning my name. His seed shot down my throat in a total of three bursts, after which he pushed me off of him and let his head fall back as he dealt with the aftershocks. I crawled up to him to kiss his forehead and actually, literally pass out before he was even done, because blow jobs make me exhausted. Can't say I regret it though. I'm glad Cas let me help him groom.

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