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It’s a Wonderful Lie (Prologue)

Fri, 25 Dec 2009 18:44:58 GMT

Title: It’s a Wonderful Lie (Prologue)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Santa didn’t leave Dean or Cas for me. Did anyone else have better luck?
Warnings: slash, graphic sex, Lucifer!Dean
Spoilers: Up to the end of season 4.
Summary: This story is based on a prompt I read over the summer.
Prompt: Lucifer!Dean/Castiel, no non-con. Bonus points if Lucifer!Dean (Dean is Lucifer not possessed) decides to screw the angels (and demons) over and NOT bring about the apocalypse. Sex would be good but not required.

Author’s Note: Merry Christmas! This is my gift to the fandom. I promised I’d put the prologue up before 2010 so here it is. Sorry for the wait. Enjoy!

PS: This story diverts from cannon after season 4, so it’s set in an AU season 5.

Prologue

Dean is bored. Who would have thought being The Lord of Hell would be so dull? Dean’s been in charge for s few months and he’s fallen into a mind numbingly boring routine. He would spent most of the morning (or what passed for morning down here) sitting in an uncomfortable chair in the stuffy throne room listening to groups of lower level demons alternate between bitching about things Dean really didn’t giving a crap about and shamelessly kissing his ass, which got real old real fast.

After that he meets with a bunch of upper-class demonic “advisers” in the tacky war room that looks like a set straight out of an old B movie. The demons crowd around offering him “advice” on how to take down heaven or some bullshit like that (he’s doesn’t really pay attention anymore). He doesn’t know why they even wasted his time; it wasn’t like he is ever going to listen to them. He hadn’t exactly been the ‘Dear Abby’ type when he was fully human. He wasn’t going to go around listening to some demonic bastards now.

Before he ruled hell he’d hated demons with a passion. Now that he ruled them, he just found the black-eyed creatures annoying.

Dean is relieved when a platoon of demons interrupts his morning snore-fest with an announcement from the battle field.

“My lord” their self-appointed leader begins. “My most glorious and beneficent master of the blazing inferno I greet you with news that I hope will please you.” He’s one of the biggest ass kissers down here.

“Yes, yes get on with it. Quit groveling already” Dean replies. “Keep it short.”A look of irritation flashes across the demon’s face but he complies.

“My lord we have captured an angel.”

“Oh yeah?” Dean asked. That could make for an interesting afternoon.

“Yes master. We have restrained his powers and are preparing to interrogate him,” the demon informs him. It’s obvious that he’s looking for a reward of some kind. “It is the creature you knew before you ascended to the position of our lord, the angel called Castiel.” The last part is added as an afterthought.

“Cas? You captured Cas!?” Dean asks. The demons nod. “I want to interrogate him myself. Bring him here.”

It takes only a few moments of frantic movement and harsh whispers for his orders to be carried out. Castiel is half-led, half-dragged into the room. The angel’s hands are chained in front of him by manacles that look appear to be made of bone. They emit an ominous glow making it obvious that Castiel is bound by more than just the physical cuffs.

Castiel looks as though he did not go quietly. Some parts of his trench coat looks like an angry cat got to it as well as having an area near the bottom burned away. His shirt and pants have several holes in them that look as though they were made by knives. Nearly everything seems torn or splashed with blood.

As they approach the throne, Cas is shoved to the floor. The demons then attach his chains to a metal ring set into the floor forcing the angel to kneel at Dean’s feet. A look of surprise with just a hint of betrayal flash across Castiel’s features before shifting into a look of defiance. Dean suppresses a smile; despite his appearance, the angel is far from broken.

The demons filling the throne room crowd around the captured angel like hungry sharks who have smelt blood in the water. They are eager to see what sort of torture Dean will inflict upon him. Dean is aware of them and what they want him to do but he has other plans. He puts on his best Lord of Hell voice and orders them all out.

Dean waits until all the demons are gone before letting his terrify demon lord persona drop. He approaches the angel cautiously, like a wounded wild animal. He’d had trouble anticipating Castiel’s actions before but, with this most recent turn of events, he had no clue how his lover (probably ex-lover now) would react. Dean is surprised when the warrior of God speaks before he has a chance.

“This will be a waste of your time, Lucifer,” the angel states coldly. “I am not going to break, no matter what vessel you have taken.” The last part of this statement is particularly bitter, as if he perceives this choice to be a personal insult. Dean is taken back.

“Cas this isn’t a vessel, this is me. It’s Dean.” Dean tries to explain. Cas stares at him the cold defiance replaced by hot anger. He speaks as slowly and deliberately as usual but there is fire in his eyes.

“Why do you dare to mock me with these lies? You are Lucifer, the Prince of Deceit, not the man I rescued from hell. Dean Winchester is gone.”

“Did your two-faced junkless bosses tell you that?!” Dean hisses becoming frustrated. Castiel responds with stubborn silence. “They are the ones who lied Cas. Lucifer didn’t take me over. I AM Lucifer, always was I guess. It was just locked away inside of me. Sammy set it free but, it didn’t change me much. I’m still Dean Winchester. I’m still craving a nice juicy hamburger the greasier the better, I miss drivin’ my baby on the open highway with Metallica blasting from the stereo, and most of all I really, really want to have sex with you.” By the end of Dean’s speech he is down on one knee in front of Castiel with his hand on the angel’s shoulder staring straight into his eyes. Castiel the heat of Dean’s body so close to him is overwhelming. It takes all of his willpower to keep himself from leaning into Dean’s touch. It’s been nearly six months since Castiel was led to believe that his lover had been possessed by Lucifer, that he was as good as dead. He’d missed him and mourned his loss. Now here he is so warm and inviting and alive.

Castiel looks through Dean’s eyes and into his soul. In some ways it seems altered in some ways, like a photo taken through a colored lens, but in other ways it looks like the soul that he rescued from the pit over a year ago. He’d been so broken but, Castiel had still fallen in love with him the moment he laid eyes on him. He can sense Lucifer’s presence but he and Dean are intertwined so tightly that Cas can barely tell where one ends and the other begins.

It feels like Dean is telling the truth. It feels like Dean is still Dean. It feels like he has his lover back.

Castiel gives in to what he so desperately wants. He leans forward and captures Dean’s lips with his own. They kiss passionately with all the pent up energy from months of loneliness and worry. Dean’s hands run through Castiel’s short hair, touching and sometimes grabbing it as if it will keep him from falling apart. Their lips break apart as Dean’s lips find a new place to explore, Castiel’s neck. Dean alternatively licks and nips the place where the angel’s neck meets his shoulders. Castiel closes his eyes and savors the sensations invoked by the lover he thought he’d lost.

Dean lifts his head. He is panting slightly.

“Bedroom?” he asks the angel. Castiel nods. Any attempt at speaking would probably come out indecipherable.

Dean places his hand above the cuffs around Castiel’s wrists and concentrates. The cuffs fall to the floor with a quiet thump.

“There’s always time for bondage later” Dean jokes as he leads Castiel through a doors hidden under an ornate and into his private quarters.

As they enter the room it’s obvious that, unlike the previous room, Dean had decorated it himself. It has the same basic layout as the hotel rooms that Castiel always found the Winchesters in but, seems to be full of more personal touches. There are Metallica posters covering the walls. One shelf is filled with Dean’s favorite DVDs. There’s a classic car magazine lying on the floor.

Dean leads Castiel to his bed. They collapse onto it in a tangle of limbs with Dean on top. The bed may not be very ornate but it is large and comfy.

They begin kissing again as Dean strips off first his own clothes and then Castiel’s, casually tossing them to the floor. He grabs his lube from the side table and spreads it over his fingers. He nudges Castiel’s knees apart, gaining sight of the angel’s tight hole. He slowly begins to work one finger into Castiel. He has to move slowly to allow Castiel’s body to become used to him again after their separation.

Castiel gasps every time Dean touches his prostate. Dean takes his time adding a second and finally a third finger. By the time Dean feels that Castiel is stretched enough the angel is making soft needy noises that make Dean hard.

Dean quickly slicks up his cock up before lining up with Castiel’s well streached opening. He pushes all the way in with one slow thrust and then stays there just barely touching the angel’s special spot. He waits, allowing the angel to adjust. Castiel’s breath is hitched and filled with quiet moans. Dean can tell that the stillness is driving the angel crazy so he is merciful and begins to thrust slowly.

Castiel rarely says anything during sex but, he does make a lot of noises. Each noise signifies something and Dean has learned the meaning of every one. He savors them all.

Castiel’s hands run up and down along Dean’s back as his lover thrusts inside him. Dean’s right hand pumps Castiel’s cock in the same rhythm as his thrusts. The other hand strokes the angel’s nipples.

Confessions and words of love spill from Dean’s lips as he continues to pump into Castiel’s body.

“Missed you,” he tells him between kisses and small love bites on his throat. “Ached for you. Tore me up inside. Thought I lost you, never going to see you again. Thought you would hate me. Can’t hate me. Would kill me if you hated me. Now you’re here. You’re back. You belong here, with me, under me, like this.” Castiel moans every time Dean presses his lips to Castiel’s neck.

Dean speeds up his thrusts as they both approach orgasm. All it takes is a few nips to the sensitive area on his neck and Castiel is coming with a loud moan. The ripple of pleasure that sends through the flesh surrounding Dean’s cock brings him to orgasm as well.

They collapse on the bed sticky with come. Dean grabs his shirt from the floor and cleans them off the best he can. They just lie wrapped together in silence a while. Dean is just savoring the feel of his lover but, Castiel’s mind is racing.

“Ok what’s wrong?” Dean asks. Castiel opens his mouth to reply. “And don’t say it’s nothing because you’re a crappy liar.” Castiel sighs.

“I’m concerned about what is to come. What are you planning to do?” Castiel inquires.

“About what?”

“The war, your enemies in heaven, your dominion over the pit, the impending apocalypse…” he trails off. ‘Our relationship’ goes unsaid but Dean can tell that Castiel wants to ask about it.

“Nothing” Dean replies. Castiel gives him his patented head tilt of confusion so Dean clarifies. “The war Zachariah and his little friends want me to fight them which will destroy everything and bring about the end of days, right?” Castiel nods. ‘Well, I’m not going to fight them. I like the earth. Earth is fun. I’m not going to help him destroy it.” Castiel nods.

“That will be unexpected. They will try to force your hand but, if you can resist them, it may avert the apocalypse” Castiel states.

“Exactly” Dean agrees. “As I see it, the angel’s are supposed to be the good guys but they aren’t exactly doing a good job of it. That leaves the position open for us. We can be the good guys and any demon who doesn’t like it can kiss his ass goodbye.” Castiel visibly relaxes at this statement.

“And as for the two of us, Dean continues using his best ‘Dean Winchester sexy voice’. I’m going to remain the King of hell and you can be my queen.”

Castiel rolls his eyes but, doesn’t resist when Dean pulls him into a kiss.

AN: That’s just the prologue. The rest of the story deals more with Sam’s reaction to Lucifer!Dean although there is no Wincest and at least one more Dean/Cas sex scene (Cas is still present as Dean’s boy friend). I have a few chapters written but, I need to do some editing. Chapter 1 will be up by the end of January, I promise. So stay tuned. Well I’m off to my Grandmother’s house (not yay), I hope you all have a Merry Christmas! Until next time : )

A Different Kind of LARPing: a Barnes/Damien story

Mon, 16 Nov 2009 20:15:21 GMT

Title: A Different Kind of LARPing
Pairing: Dean/Sam (sort of), Barnes/Damien (the geeks from 5.09)
Rating: R
Warnings: Wincest (kind of), slash, sex
Spoilers: Anything up to 5.09. 5.09 and 3.01 specifically.
Summary: Barnes and Damien do a different kind of LARPing.

Author’s Notes: I normally write Dean/Cas and this is my first go at Wincest (although I’m not sure it really counts) but, this demanded to be written. It’s practically canon. I wanted to do this before someone else beat me to it. (Edit: Someone else already posted a Barnes/Damien fic. Oh well. I spent 4 days on this so, I’m going to post it anyway.) Even before we found out that Barnes and Damien were partners I was thinking ‘one of these fake Sam & Deans are boning’ then it was confirmed. Anyway… Here’s the fic. Enjoy!

The dialog at the beginning is taken from the end of episode 3.01 ‘The Magnificent Seven’. The location and some… other things have been altered. Overall, the story is set right before 5.09.

“So, where to?” Dean asks his brother from where he’s sitting on the motel bed. He’s itching to get out of this room and onto the road.

“Um… I don’t know,” Sam replies nervously. “I was thinking Louisiana maybe.” He’s sitting a few feet away using his laptop at a small table.

“Little early for Mardi Gras, isn’t it?” Dean says trying to use humor to ignore his brother’s suggestion. Sam ignores his attempts at deflection.

“Yeah. Listen, I was talking to Tamara,” Sam pauses as he thinks about Tamara. Poor woman. They’d met her on their last case. She’d been hunting with her husband. They’d underestimated the demons they were up against and she’d been forced to watch her husband die right in front of her. He pushes the thoughts away and continues with what he was saying. “And she mentioned this hoodoo priestess outside of Shreveport that might be able to help us out. You know, with your – with your demon deal.” Dean seems to think about it for a moment.

“Nah” he states dismissively.

“ ‘Nah?’ ” Sam’s anger propels him upward and closer to Dean. “What do you mean, ‘nah’?” Dean sighs.

“Sam, no hoodoo spell’s gonna break the deal. It’s a goose chase.” Dean’s voice is calm and placating, as if he’s talking to an irrational child. This only makes Sam angrier.

“We don’t know that,” Sam responds. He’s within arm’s length of Dean now. Dean isn’t looking at him.

“Yes, we do. Forget it. She can’t help.” Dean finally looks up. “We’re not going, and that’s that.” He uses his best ‘I’m in charge voice’ but Sam isn’t buying it. “What about Reno, huh?” Dean finally says trying to defuse the tension. Dean tries to move away from Sam, put the bed in between them but, Sam stops him by grabbing his arm.

“You know what? I’ve had it,” Sam snarls angrily. “I’ve been bending over backwards trying to be nice to you, and…” He pauses shrugging his shoulders. “I don’t care anymore.”

“That didn’t last long,” Dean cuts in mockingly.

“Yeah, well, you know what? I've been busting my ass trying to keep you alive, Dean” his voice gets louder as he goes on until he’s nearly shouting. “And you act like you couldn't care less. What, you got some kind of death wish or something?”

“It’s not like that,” Dean tells his brother trying to keep his voice calm. He looks down rather than into Sam’s eyes.

“Then what's it like, Dean?” Sam hisses out.

“Sam…” Dean tries to placate his brother once again but Sam cuts him off.

“Please tell me,” Sam says disdainfully. Dean sighs and answers calmly as if they’re discussing the weather.

“We trap the crossroads demon, trick it, try to welch our way out of the deal in any way… You die.” He emphasizes the last two words to make sure Sam gets it. “Okay? You die. Those are the terms. There's no way out of it. If you try to find a way, so help me god, I'm gonna stop you.” Sam is speechless. He moves closer to his brother placing his arm on his brother’s shoulder. He signs.

“How could you make that deal, Dean?” his voice is quiet and tinged with sadness. He honestly doesn’t get it. Dean pulls his bother to him, pressing their lips together passionately. He runs his hands over his brother’s neck as his tongue explores Sam’s mouth. Finally he pulls away.

“I couldn't live with you dead,” he tells his brother placing another short kiss on his lips. “Couldn’t do it.” Sam’s arms wrap around him, part hug part to keep his brother from running away from this ‘chick-flick moment’.

“So, what, now I live and you die?” he asks accusingly.

“That’s the general idea,” Dean responds trying to distract his brother by kissing his neck. Sam pulls away slightly, knowing what Dean is doing.

“Yeah, well, you’re a hypocrite, Dean. How did you feel when Dad sold his soul for you?” Sam tries to stay mad at Dean but, remembering how bad everything was after his dad died makes him hug his brother closer to reassure himself that, for now at least, he’s still here. “ ‘Cause I was there. I remember. You were twisted and broken. And now you go and do the same thing to me. What you did was selfish.” Dean is running a calming hand down Sam’s back and Sam presses deeper into his older brother’s warmth.

“Yeah, you’re right. It was selfish,” Dean tells his brother calmly. “But I’m okay with that.”

“I’m not,” Sam says glaring at his brother but not pushing him away.

“Tough,” Dean says placing more kisses along his brother’s neck. “After everything I've done for this family, I think I'm entitled.” H playfully squeezes Sam’s butt before becoming serious again. “Truth is, I'm tired, Sam. I don't know. It's like there's a light at the end of the tunnel.”

“It's hellfire, Dean,” Sam says desperately trying to make Dean see his point.

“ Whatever,” Dean says dismissively. “You’re alive.” Dean’s hands work at removing his brother’s shirt. “I feel good—for the first time in a long time.” The shirt is thrown across the room and Dean starts on his pants. “I’ve got a year to live, Sam.” Dean rubs his hand across the bulge prominently displayed by Sam’s boxers before removing them. They join his pants in a pile at his feet. “I’d like to make the most of it.” He kisses Sam as he begins to remove his own clothes. “So what do you say we kill some evil sons of bitches and we raise a little hell, huh?” They both stand in the middle of the motel room naked. Sam’s shocked at how Dean turned this so quickly from an argument into sex.

“You’re unbelievable,” Sam tells him.

“Very true,” Dean responds with his patented ‘Dean Winchester sexy smile’™ as he pushes Sam onto the bed. He straddles his brother’s hips and that’s the end of the talking for awhile.

***

Barnes breaks character as he comes, calling out his partner’s real name. Damien doesn’t call him on it though. He’s too busy with his own orgasm. He moans incoherently as he spills his sticky white seed into Barnes. After a few final thrust his rolls off of his partner. They lie next to each other still breathing heavily as they come down from their orgasms.

Barnes thinks that Damien looks incredibly sexy just after he’s orgasmed. Barnes can’t keep his eyes off him. Lying down with his partner’s warmth pressed against his side, he’s reminded of how they met.

It was nearly four years ago. Barnes hadn’t gotten a hold of the Supernatural books until the fourth book was already out but he’d fallen in love with them at first time he’d read them. A short while later he’d joined the Supernatural online fandom. That’s where he’d met Damien. Damien had been a part of the fandom from nearly the beginning. Barnes had noticed him since the first time he’d logged into the chat rooms. He’d been drawn to him like a moth to a flame. He was sure that Damien hadn’t even noticed him until one day he received an invitation for a private chat. It was from Damien. They chatted for two months before Damien told him that he was looking for someone to role play Sam to his Dean. It had started out simple, with the two of them pretending to solve cases over instant massager. That summer Damien had some time off and wanted to use it to visit Barnes. They’d been talking for more than six months by this point but Barnes was still nervous about meeting Damien. There was always the chance that Damien was some kind of psycho who was going to kidnap him and murder him. Truthfully, that didn’t scare Barnes nearly as much as the possibility of Damien meeting Barnes and then deciding that he didn’t like him in person. He was afraid that Damien would want to find a new Sam but, he swallowed his fear (just like Sam would do) and agreed to meet with Damien.

They met in Damien’s hotel room to do some LARPing. The first time he saw Damien, he had to struggle to stay in character. He knows that most people don’t think his partner is hot but he has always thought that he was breathtaking. They had been acting out an emotional scene from one of the early books when Damien leaned into his space and kissed him in a very unbrotherly way. Barnes was frozen with shock. He knew what some people think about the Winchester relationship but, he was never sure. Damien has stopped too, giving Barnes the chance to escape if he wanted to but the look in Damien’s eyes told Barnes that he wants him to stay. He wanted to stay with Damien too. So he does.

They kiss some more and Damien makes sure to respect Barnes’ boundaries. It’s as if he instinctively knew that Barnes has never done anything like this before. They continued the ‘creative LARPing’ as Damien called it for the rest of the week that Damien was there. On the last day, just before Damien had to leave, they had sex for the first time. It was amazing and only confirmed for Barnes that he’d fallen in love.

Barnes misses Damien when he was not with him but Damien visits him as often as he possibly can. When they are apart they have to make do with sticky keyboards and phone sex. When Damien arrives they pick up right where they left off. They barely ever leave his motel room. Barnes isn’t complaining.

It started out as almost always being Sam and Dean having sex but with increasing frequency it’s just Damien and Barnes. If he’s honest Barnes will admit that those are the times he likes the best. He doesn’t mind when they’re Sam and Dean though. He knows that Damien has problems sometimes telling him that he loves him so he hides behind Dean telling Sam. It’s ok. Barnes knows what he’s trying to say. He’s pretty sure that Damien loves him as much as Dean loves Sam, even if they’ve only know each other a short while. Damien is always trying to protect him. Whenever someone is rude to Barnes at work Damien wants to drop everything to come down and set the person straight. It’s touching. Barnes has never had anyone who would do something like that for him. Shortly after All Hell Breaks Loose part 2 had come out Damien told Barnes that he would die for him. At the time he’d thought that Barnes was asleep but Barnes heard him. He heard the sincerity and love in his voice and realized that he’d do the same for Damien.

“I love you, D,” Barnes says. He knows Sam never calls Dean that but it’s close enough that Damien won’t call him on it. Sometimes he just needs to tell his partner how he feels.

“No chick flicks Sammy,” Damien replies keeping in character. Contrary to his words, he wraps his arm around Barnes and pulls him close. Barnes feels like he could sink into Damien’s warm body and stay there forever. “Get some sleep,” Damien tells him. “We leave for the convention bright and early tomorrow morning.”

AN: That’s it. In case it wasn’t clear, that was Damien and Barnes having sex while pretending to be Sam and Dean not Sam and Dean actually having sex. What do you think? Please leave a review. Would anyone be interesting in reading a multi-chapter Barnes/Damien story about how they get together? It’d basically be like Barnes flashback but, more detail and possibly added angst. I’m thinking about writing it after I finish my current project. Thanks for reading. Until next time :)

Roomies: Dean/Jimmy Novak

Wed, 04 Nov 2009 04:35:07 GMT

Title: Roomies
Pairing: Dean/Jimmy Novak
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Swearing, graphic male-male sex, slash, male-male kissing, implied possibliity of torture, Hurt/comfort
Summary: Dean and Jimmy move in together after the war. It seems simple enough but life doesn't stay simple as they doge their feeling for eachother.
Author’s Notes: This was written for martyred_wingsat the Supernatural Fic Exchange. The prompts were: first time, giving comfort, uncontrollable desire, tied up, wing stroking. Enjoy!

The war is finally over. It has taken half a decade but, they have finally taken down Lucifer. The final battle was huge and bloody, like all the war movies ever made combined and then cranked up to eleven. It was angels and demons tearing each other to pieces in an all out brawl. Even with Castiel acting as a filter, letting Jimmy distance himself from the violence, it was still pretty horrific. He sometimes wonders how anyone made it off the field sane.

Dean had been the one to finally finish it. He had fought Lucifer in a secluded part of the ruined city that was their battle field, not far from where the rest of the battle was raging. They stood to face each other. An unnatural wind picked up, swirling dust and debris around the devil and the hunter until it created a barrier obscuring the view of any outsiders. Castiel couldn’t even get passed it. So he waited outside it fighting off any demons that got too close. It was hard to tell time in the midst of battle, it may have been minutes or hours but, eventually, the wind began to die down. Castiel tensed knowing that only one man would emerge from the face-off. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Dean standing over Lucifer’s body, Sam Winchester’s body. The hunter began to move toward him but, collapsed after a few steps. Castiel barely made it in time to catch him. Dean smiled his patented Dean Winchester grin before falling unconscious.

It was three week before the hunter woke up in a strange house with a man taking care of him. At first he thought it was Cas but, Jimmy explained that Castiel was pulled back to heaven. He’d wanted to stay but, he had no choice in the matter. Jimmy had been taking care of him the last few weeks. He’d even bribed an undertaker to keep Sam’s body frozen until Dean could do choose how to handle it. As soon as Dean could walk they salted and burned it in a clearing in the woods behind the house.

Dean and Jimmy end up living together in the house that Jimmy had rented for Dean’s recovery. Jimmy knows that it would probably be a bad idea to go back to his family even if hadn’t found out that Amelia was engaged to another man. They’re the only veterans of a war that no one else even knew had happened. They are the only two people on the planet that can even come close to understanding what the other had been through.

Jimmy gets a job with an advertising firm close by and Dean works at a classic car museum while occasionally making time for a hunt. They each have their own space. They split up the duties of the house. Jimmy normal cooks and vacuums. So, in return Dean does the laundry and dishes. It reminds Jimmy of when he had a roommate in college.

It seems normal most of the time but, Jimmy can feel the tension under the surface. Part of it is the war. They’d both thought that living with another survivor would make it easier but, Jimmy knows that sometimes he reminds Dean of what he’s lost. Dean remembers that the first times he’d met Jimmy, Sam had still been alive and not Lucifer’s meat suit. That was before Dean had been forced to kill his brother to save the world. Dean can’t help but be reminded of how his life was before the whole world nearly when to hell. Back then his life had been simple by comparison. He’s just been another hunter traveling with his family. There were times that he ached for how things used to be. But that is only a part of it.

Jimmy knew that sometimes when Dean looks at him he sees Castiel. Jimmy notices Dean staring at him when he thinks that Jimmy isn’t looking. He knows that there had been something going on between Dean and Castiel during the war, even if he hadn’t been ‘awake’ for any of it. It had to be hard for Dean to constantly be around someone that looks like the person he loved but, obviously isn’t. What makes it even harder for Jimmy is that he has developed a crush on Dean.

Everything comes to a head one night, five months after the war ended. It’s Sam’s birthday. It isn’t as if Dean hasn’t got drunk since the war. He has. They’d gotten tipsy together a few times. Dean occasionally gets wasted when the memories become too much but those days tend to be few and far between. Besides, Jimmy thinks Dean has the right to forget it all sometimes after all the shit he’s been through. This is different though. The bartender has to call Jimmy to come get Dean because the other man can barely walk.

It is a challenge but Jimmy finally gets Dean into his bed despite the other man’s attempts to “help” and the near constant off-key singing. Just as he is about to walk out of the room, Dean grabbes his shirt and pulls him into a kiss. Jimmy is surprised at first before returning the kiss. He has wanted this for months. Then Dean opens his big mouth and screws it all up.

“I love you… Cas.” Jimmy feels as though his heart is about to shatter. He gently pushes Dean away and flees to his own room. He feels a confused jumble of anger and sadness.

‘How stupid can I be to think Dean would love someone like me?’ He tries to make himself feel better by punching the wall. All that gets him is a messed up hand. He pretends that the tears are from the pain.

The next day neither of them mentioned it. Jimmy doesn’t think Dean even remembers. Everything seems tenser, although it’s probably just in Jimmy’s head. Jimmy can’t stand it and ends up moving out three weeks later. Dean tries to pretend that he doesn’t mind Jimmy leaving but, Jimmy can see through his mask. He feels bad but can’t let his heart be ripped apart again.

So, Jimmy moves out. It takes less than two months for him to get into major trouble.

Every day when Jimmy walks home from work, he passes a large ornamental church. Every day he thinks about the people inside, oblivious to what lurks in the dark. A part of him misses the time when he was one of them. That’s where he meets Joan. She sees him walk by and invites him in.

“Would you like to join us for our adult bible group tonight?” she asks him. She’s a petite brunet woman dressed in khaki pants and a purple blouse. She sort of reminds Jimmy of Amelia.

“No thanks,” he responds trying to walk around her.

“Can I ask why not?” she asks following him down the street.

“It’s not my thing,” he tells her. “It used to be but not anymore.”

“Why is that?” she continues to push.

“It’s complicated,” he says trailing off.

“How about we talk about it over coffee?” she offers. Her smile is bright and flirtatious. She is pretty cute.

‘Maybe this is just what I need to get over Dean,’ Jimmy thinks.

“Sure” Jimmy said smiling in return. They exchange numbers and Jimmy continues on his way home.

On Friday, they go to a small café not far from the church. They have a good time. They laugh and exchange stories. There aren’t any awkward. Jimmy hasn’t been on a date in years. He can barely believe how well it is going. He should have been more skeptical.

After the date Joan invites him up to her apartment. Jimmy is nervous but, excited. He hasn’t had sex in more than five years. He wants to change that. He doesn’t even get three steps into her apartment when something blunt and heavy hits him on the back of the head. He slumps to the floor, out cold.

He wakes up tied to a chair. He might be behind the times but, he’s pretty sure you’re supposed to ask before you break out the kinky sex stuff. He’s also pretty sure that this is not good. The strange people standing around him make him even more sure. Then the older man, who appears to be the leader, confirms it.

“Oh hey, our little Jimmy boy is awake. That’s good. I was afraid that blow to the head had been too much, caused some permanent damage to your little noggin. You seem alright though.” He is a bit pudgy and wears a white suit. He has a slight southern drawl. He makes Jimmy think of Colonel Sanders from KFC.

“What’s going…?” Jimmy tries to ask his voice a little hoarse. The chicken man cuts him off.

“You’re here because we need your angel,” the man tells him. “You’re going to be nice and cooperative and call him for us. Alrighty? If you don’t be a good little boy then we’ll have to get nasty and no one wants that.”

“What do you want with him?” Jimmy asks. What could these people want with Cas?

“Your feathery friend is full of so much sweet energy, like a fresh watermelon. We want to crack him open and drink it all up.” The man grins as he tells Jimmy his plan.

“How is that even possible?” Jimmy wonders.

“We’ve done it a dozen times before over the past 4 years,” the chicken man tells him. “We stumbled across the trick by accident. Found this thing in the church archives. Turns out it pulls the angels right out of their meat suits. Then we can drink the energy like it’s fine wine. Problem is that the angels seem to have flown the coop. Never see ‘em around nomore. There are only empty containers like you left. We can smell the way you used to be full. So we’re had to resort to more creative methods.” That’s when it clicks for Jimmy. He’d seen what looking at the pile of what looks like a pile of garbage tied to a chair across the room. He’d wondered why you would tie a bag of garbage to a chair. He understands now. It wasn’t garbage. It was a person. It used to be a person. It is so badly deformed and burnt that it barely resembled a human being anymore.

“What kind of creatures are you?” Jimmy asks with disgust.

“We’re human. Or at least we used to be. Now we’re on our way to becoming Gods.” The chicken man laughs. Jimmy tries to keep from vomiting.

They leave after that.

“You have a good night boy. If you haven’t called your angel buddy by the time we get back, we’re going to have to get creative. We don’t mind but I’m sure you don’t want that. We’ll leave you alone to think about it.” He smiles again and then the whole group files out. They turn off the lights as they depart, leaving him in total darkness.

Jimmy tests his bonds. They are tight. No way is he getting out of this by himself. No one else knew where he was. They wouldn’t even notice he had disappeared until he missed work on Monday. He’d probably be dead by them. So, that leaves no hope of rescue. There is only one way he can get out of here alive.

“Cas?” he thinks hesitantly. He tries to project his thoughts, he isn’t even sure the angel can hear him. That’s when he feels it, a pressure in the back of his head. It feels like someone is listening. He didn’t even think that was going to work. Now what? Should he ask Cas to save him? But if Cas came to his rescue then those psychos are going to kill him. If Cas doesn’t save him, Jimmy is going to become just like that mutilated body in the corner. He makes a decision.

“Cas?” he says again. It feels like Castiel is still there. “Don’t come. Stay away. No matter what, you can’t try to rescue me. Promise me?” He feels the presence in his head nod and then disappear. Jimmy slumps down. Cas is safe. Now Jimmy is going to be the one to die slowly and painfully. The next few days are going to suck.

Sometime later, despite the uncomfortable position and constant sounds of rats scurrying around the cement floor, Jimmy falls asleep. He awakens to a light shining in his face. Oh no. They’re coming to torture him. His body tenses and his heart races as he begins to panic.

“Jimmy?” he hears a familiar voice.

“Dean? Is that you?”

“Yeah buddy, it’s me. What are you doing here?” Dean moves the light out of his face and begins to work on the untying him from the chair.

“I’m here because someone upstairs hates me,” Jimmy tries to dead pan but, fear sneaks into his voice. “Those psychos kidnapped me in order to get to Cas. Where are they?” He tenses again, expecting his escape to be thwarted any minute by his kidnappers.

“I set up a diversion, set their archive room on fire. They’ll be busy for awhile. How long have you been down here?” Dean asks him, still working to free him as quickly as possible.

“I don’t know. What day is it?”

“It’s Sunday morning, dude” Dean tells him.

“Damn” Jimmy swears. “I’ve been here since Friday night.”

“Let’s get you home then.” The ropes fall away. He tries to walk but his legs have fallen asleep. Dean insists that Jimmy lean on him as they head to the car. The impala isn’t parked far but, Jimmy is shaking slightly by the time he gets there. Dean gently helps him in before moving around to get in himself.

They mostly drive in silence. Jimmy asks how Dean found him. It was by accident really. He’d been looking through the newspaper and had looked right past this story the first time. Later, he’d put his beer on top of the pile of newspapers and it’s formed a perfect ring around this story. When I read it again I just knew I had to check it out. Jimmy wonders if a divine being had decided to give him a little help even though he’d told him not to.

Without having to discuss it they take Jimmy back to the house he’d moved out of just a few months ago. Dean places Jimmy’s battered and exhausted body on the couch and moves into the kitchen to make him something to eat. At the mention of food, Jimmy’s stomach rumbles loudly. He hadn’t even realized he is hungry until Dean said something. He’s famished. He realizs that the last thing he’d eaten was a slice of coffee cake at the café nearly 36 hours ago.

He spaces out, his thoughts taking him far away. He comes crashing back when Dean places a large bowl of chicken noodle soup in front of him. At first Jimmy eats it too quickly and it nearly comes back up. He slows down and the rest follows without incident. The warm, fullness of the soup inside him makes him sleepy. The little sleep he’d gotten in the basement hadn’t done anything but give him a stiff neck.

Dean helps him to the room that used to be his bedroom. It looks exactly as Jimmy left it. Dean helps him get to the bed. He’s almost out the door when Jimmy’s voice stops him.

“Wait,” he calls out. “Please don’t leave.” He’s suddenly frightened that this is only a wonderful dream and that the second he closes his eyes he’ll wake up tied to that chair again, in the basement straight out of a horror movie. “Please stay with me.”

Dean concedes. He sits down on the bed next to Jimmy waiting until the other man is asleep. Jimmy is groggy, only half-awake, when he starts mumbling.

“What?” Dean leans down to hear him better. Jimmy takes the opportunity to press his lips to Dean’s lips.

“I said ‘thanks for saving me’. I don’t know what I’d do without you. Love you.” That said, he rolls over and falls right asleep. Dean is left speechless. He slowly exits the room, hand pressed against his mouth that’s still tingly from where Jimmy kissed him. He didn’t know that Jimmy felt that way about him. Now what is he going to do?

Dean decides that he is going to do nothing, pretend it never happened. Jimmy doesn’t seem to remember. He hopes that ignoring it will make everything go back to normal. It doesn’t. It makes everything tense. Dean doesn’t know how to act around Jimmy so, in true Dean Winchester form he makes a joke out of everything. Anyone who knows Dean can see right through the act and Jimmy has known him for going on six year. Even though he was riding shotgun in his own body for a majority of it, he can still tell apart nearly every expression that crosses Dean’s face. He can tell that’s something is wrong but, he has no idea what it is. Jimmy can’t stand the tension.

Jimmy moves back to his own apartment after a couple days of recovery. Dean doesn’t think it’s a good idea but, Jimmy insists. A few weeks later, Dean is passing by Jimmy’s apartment on the way back from a hunt. He decides to stop in and check on his friend.

He finds a parking spot out front and it seems like fate. Dean climbs the stairs to the third floor. He finds the apartment through a mixture of memory and luck. Jimmy’s door is at the very end of the hallway. Dean knocks. There’s no answer. He tries again. Still no answer. It might be that he’s not home but, it could be something worse. Dean makes a decision. It’s time to pull out the lock picking set.

Inside he finds Jimmy asleep on the couch fully clothed. The TV is on, playing some sort of horror movie where a man dressed in mining gear is swinging a pick ax at some pretty girls and a man who looks strangely familiar. There’s a microwave dinner that has gotten cold on the end table. Dean takes a minute to look Jimmy over. He’s getting dark circles under his eyes. His clothes look rumbled. Even in sleep he looks uneasy. As Dean watches, Jimmy begins to twitch and toss. His movements become violent and Dean is afraid that Jimmy is going to hurt himself. Dean crosses the room and places his hands on Jimmy’s shoulder.

“Please don’t please,” Jimmy mutters in his sleep.

“Come on, Buddy. Wake up. You’re ok,” Dean says shaking him.

“No!” Jimmy yells as he’s propelled out of sleep.

“Are you ok?” the hunter asks him.

“Yeah, I’m fine. It was just a nightmare,” he tries to play it off. Neither of them moves for awhile, they just look at each other. Dean suddenly realizes that his hand is still on Jimmy’s shoulder and tries to move it, embarrassed. Instead, Jimmy pulls Dean close to him into the first kiss that they both are going to remember. Dean is too shocked to kiss back.

“I’m sorry,” Jimmy says as he pulls away. “I shouldn’t have done that. I’m…” Dean breaks him off with another kiss. Suddenly Jimmy pulls away.

“I’m not Cas,” he suddenly blurts out.

“What?” Dean asks confused.

“I’m not Castiel. I know you and he… It’s not going to be like that. I’m not him… I’m me.” Jimmy is trying to tell Dean something but, it comes out jumbled. Dean understands.

“I know who you are,” Dean tells him placing a gentle kiss on his lips. “You’re a very good man who’s had more shit thrown at you in the last you half-a-dozen years than most people deal with in a lifetime and yet you still stand tall. You’re slightly neurotic about the house being neat but it’s okay because you make up for it by cooking better food than I could ever dream of making. You have trouble holding your liquor which is hilarious because you sing Abba when you’re drunk with a little dance and everything. You’re the sexy little ad salesman that I never expected to feel anything for but, am now completely in love with. Satisfied?” He grins at Jimmy’s surprised expression.

Jimmy answers his question by excitedly returning his lips to the hunter’s. This kiss blows all of the other’s away. It is long and passionate. Lips, tongue, and teeth move together in a complicated dance filled with longing, need, and fear. They break apart momentarily, panting.

“Do you wanna…?” Dean trails of making a vague motion. Jimmy knows what he’s asking.

“Yeah, need it,” he pants out.

“Awesome.” Dean claims Jimmy mouth again. They stand without breaking apart and move down the hall. They leave a trail of clothes in their wake. They reach the bed. They fall onto it, bouncing. As their hands roam each other’s bodies Dean notices that Jimmy is hard. That makes little Dean spring to full attention.

“Do you have anything we can use to slick you up?” Dean asks pulling away a little. Jimmy blushes. It’s surprisingly hot.

“I bought some lube, just in case. It’s in the bathroom.” Dean leaves Jimmy on the bed for a moment and quickly retrieves the supplies from the bathroom. On the way back he pauses. He takes in the sight of Jimmy waiting for him, spread out, his body flushed with anticipation. He hurries to rejoin the other man. He gives him a quick kiss on the lips. Jimmy makes a small discontent noise when Dean pulls away. Dean chuckles.

“Left your hips for me” Dean commands him. Jimmy does it without hesitation. Dean places a pillow under his to gain better access.

He hurriedly slickens his fingers with the lube. He takes one finger and teasingly moves it around the outside of Jimmy’s hole. Jimmy breathing quickens as Dean teasingly pokes just barely inside him. Without warning he pushes in and Jimmy gasps. Dean slowly moves his finger in and out of Jimmy, stretching him open.

“Have you ever done this before?” Dean asks Jimmy as he adds a second finger.

“No,” Jimmy responds. “I- ahhhhhhhhhh.” Jimmy’s answer becomes a squeal as Dean brushes his prostate.

“Like that?” Dean chuckles. He does it again. Jimmy’s breath is coming in excited gasps now. A few more minutes of stretching and Dean thinks Jimmy is ready for his cock. He thoroughly lubes himself up before pushing into Jimmy. He’s so tight and warm. Dean can’t think of anywhere he’d rather be. He stills after the first thrust trying to allow Jimmy to adjust to the new intrusion inside him. Jimmy’s breathing is hitched and broken.

“You alright buddy?” Dean asks him.

Jimmy swallows thickly and after a few false starts says “Yeah I’m ok, just give me a minute.” The only sound for a little while is Jimmy’s breathing. “Ok” he finally says. “You can move, please move.”

Dean begins to thrust into Jimmy slowly and steadily, making sure to hit his prostate every time.

“How does that feel, Jim?”

“Feel full *oh God* so full, so good *Jesus* love you inside of me *ahhhh* want to be like this all the time *gah*…” He trails off into incoherent moaning. Dean can tell he’s getting close. He speeds up his thrusts. All it takes are Dean’s fingers just barely tracing over Jimmy’s cock to make him come.

“Dean,” he shouts. It comes out half word-half moan. Watching Jimmy come undone has Dean quickly following. They collapse next to each other on the bed and fall asleep, still sticky with cum. It’s the best sleep Jimmy has had in a long time.

The next day they go retrieve all of his stuff so he can move back in. Dean and Jimmy celebrate by ‘christening’ all of the rooms in the house.

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. The movie Jimmy is watching (before he falls asleep) is “My Bloody Valentine” which Jensen stars in. Please drop a review. Until next time :)

LOL!Cas

Sat, 31 Oct 2009 06:22:21 GMT

I made these for my friend for her 20th b-day. She really liked them and I think some of you might too. Enjoy!

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Warning: Contains Season 5 images
I hope you enoyed that. Thanks!

An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (8/8 W-Z)

Sun, 11 Oct 2009 03:46:36 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (8/8 W-Z)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel, nudity (comment if you think of more)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 5.02
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine unless Kripke gave it to me for my birthday. He didn't.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Wait, X-ray, Yell, and Zachariah.

A/N: I had a very fun birthday (still is for an hour and a half)! I got Supernatural season 4! yay! This is the last one. *tear* Enjoy!

Wait-

Castiel is tired of waiting. He knows that Dean is attracted to him. Castiel has observed humans for nearly the entire time they have walked the earth, he’s seen Dean’s behavior is countless other members of his species. Dean spends a lot of time staring at him but, only when he thinks Castiel will not see. Castiel is sure that this is referred to as “checking him out”. He’s also seen into the hunter’s dreams. They confirmed what he already suspected.

He knows that Dean wants him but, refuses to act on it. It’s frustrating. One day he finally runs out of patience.

Dean is alone in the motel room. Castiel doesn’t know where Sam is but this presents the perfect opportunity. He appears beside Dean who is sitting on his bed watching TV.

“Dude Cas, give a little warning. You almost…” Dean begins but, is cut off when the angel kisses him. “What?” he asks when they separate.

“I know you want this. So do I. I am tired of waiting.” He pulls Dean into another kiss. This time Dean returns the kiss enthusiastically.

X-Ray-

When Dean showed Sam the x-rays of their ribs there was something that Dean didn’t tell him. It wasn’t anything that Sam should be worried about. It was only on his x-ray after all. It wasn’t really a secret as much as not any of Sam’s business. It was something private, something just for Dean.

On Dean’s x-rays in addition to the spell there was an extra message.

It read ‘I love you.”

Yell-

Castiel had been nearly silent as Dean stretched him. The only sounds had been the occasional quiet moan or hiss of breath as he became accustomed to the new sensations. Once he pushed his cock in though, Castiel became very noisy. The first thrust was met with loud moan. Dean was pleased by the change in his normally clam lover.

“Dean!” Castiel shouts as Dean continue to thrust into him. “Dean! Oh!” Castiel yells some things that Dean doesn’t quite understand. He thinks that some of what Castiel is yelling is Latin. The rest is probably languages that are even older that, possibly Aramaic. “Dean! I am close!”

The words become incoherent shouts as Castiel cums. Dean comes as well, much more quietly. He collapses next to his lover.

“I didn’t know you were such a screamer Cas,” Dean tells him jokingly.

“Only for you Dean,” Castiel responds with a smile. Suddenly someone is pounding on the wall that separates there room from another.

“Oops. I think we woke Sammy up” Dean laughs.

Zachariah-

Dean hated Zachariah. He should have known what a bastard the angel was from the beginning. The first time they’d meet. The first thing he’d meet Zach had been after the angel had been fucking around inside his head just to prove a point.

Even before they’d meet Zach had been trying to keep Cas and Dean from getting together. He’d reprimanded Cas about his relationship and even demoted him in the hopes that the embarrassment would keep Cas in line. It hadn’t worked so Zach had turned to more insidious means. He’d taken Cas away and tortured him until he was a good little soldier again. Still Castiel had found his way back to Dean. Then Zachariah had make Castiel’s life into a living hell. He’d forced Catiel from his home, hunting his across the planet.

Still they’d persevered. They’d managed to defeat Lucifer. More importantly they were together. Cas and Dean loved each other. Even the entire garrison of angels hadn’t been able to tear them apart.

Dean pulled Castiel into a deep kiss as the other angels disappeared from the face of the earth. Zachariah glared at them as he vanished but, there was nothing else he could do about the sight before him. They’d beaten him and he couldn’t do a thing about it.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review. Thanks to everyone who already reviewed. I’ll try to respond to all my reviews by the end of the week. This is the end for now. This isn’t the last you’ll see of me. I’ve got a multi-chapter story in the works that I hope to start posting by December. I might do a few more short things between now and then. Feel free to friend me. It’d make me very happy. Until next time : )

A-C Here/D-F Here/G-I Here/J-L Here/M-O Here/P-R Here/S-V Here/W-Z Here

An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (7/8 S-V)

Sat, 10 Oct 2009 04:24:13 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (7/8 S-V)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel, nudity, stripping (comment if you think of more)
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 5.02
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Surprise, Think, Underwear, and Vacation.

A/N: My birthday is in an hour! I’m almost 20. Here are parts here’s S, T, U, and V. Enjoy!

Surprise-

Sam was tired. He’d driven 12 hours to meet up with Dean after working separate hunts. He was cold, tired and just wanted to sleep. He finds the motel room that Dean had booked. The door is unlocked. He pushes it open.

“Man, next time you,” he starts to complain. He trails of in shock once he gets a look at the inside of the room. ‘There could be worse surprises’, Sam will think later. The room could have been destroyed or covered in blood. The room could be filled with demons or angels or some other type of monster. It could have been worse. At the time though it was the absolute last thing he wanted to see.

There on the bed closest to the door was Dean. That wasn’t what the surprising part. The surprising part was that his brother was buried balls deep in Castiel’s ass. Dean didn’t even seem to notice Sam’s presence. He just kept thrusting into the wreathing angel like this was all normal.

“A…a…a” Sam tries to form a sentence but he seems to lost the ability to speak.

“Close the door, man. You’re letting the cold air in.” Dean says to him without even looking up.

“What are you doing?!” Sam is finally able to yell. Dean just laughs.

“I knew you were a prude, Sammy” Dean says in between thrusts. “But even you should be able to tell what I’m doing.”

Sam opens and closes his mouth several times trying to find a response but, he only ends up looking like a fish. He turns and flees from the room slamming the door as he leaves. Dean chuckles.

“Dean,” Cas tries to sound stern but, it’s hard when Dean is hitting his prostate with every thrust. The angel’s skin is slightly pink. Dean isn’t sure if it’s from embarrassment or pleasure, probably a bit of each.

“Hey this is your fault,” Dean tells him. ‘You’re the one who said we should let Sam know about our relationship.”

Think -

“How soon should we be expecting it to rain toads?” Sam asks him only half joking.

“Any amphibious precipitation would be unlikely,” Castiel responds

“God you look hot today.”

“Any unusual precipitation would be localized and relatively harmless,” Castiel continued after a pause.

“You don’t even know how much that look you get when you explain things turns me on. It makes you look like a professor. Professor Castiel, apocalypse 101. I’d take that class. Stay after for extra help. Let you take me over the desk. Or maybe I’ll suck you off from under it.”

Castiel is trying to have a serious discussion with Sam about revelations but, Dean kept distracting him. Sam didn’t notice. That’s because to any outside observer Dean seemed to be working quietly on cleaning the guns. He was but, problem was he was what he was thinking. That wouldn’t be a problem for a normal person but, about a month ago they had discovered that Castiel could hear Dean’s thoughts. Now at the most inopportune moment Dean would fill Castiel’s head with dirty talk. It was most inconvenient.

“Cas!” Sam said loudly returning Dean’s focus from the dirty picture Dean was painting for him. “What about raining blood.”

“That is very unlikely,” Castiel said dismissively. Dean was still talking in his head about what he wanted to do to professor Cas. “Excuse me,” Castiel said to Sam before he could ask another question. “I have an task to complete and I need your brother’s help.” Castiel led Dean away from the guns and to a quiet place where they could reenact some of Dean’s fantasies.

Underwear-

Dean is sitting up against the headboard, watching as his angelic boyfriend treats him to a strip tease. It had taken some convincing and Cas was far from a professional but, it was still very hot. When Cas reached his underwear Dean gets a surprise.

“Stop” Castiel obeyed. Dean could barely contain his laughter. “You have heart boxers.” Dean has lost the fight to contain his laughter.

“Yes,” Castiel says obviously offended. “I did not choose them but, I enjoy them.”

“I’m sorry,” Dean says realizing he upset his lover.” They look very good on you.” His smirk becomes mischievous. “You know where they’d look better?” Cas shakes his head. “On the floor.”

Vacation-

After the apocalypse is finally averted Dean and Cas decided to go on vacation, just the two of them. Dean wants to go somewhere warm but, doesn’t want to fly so they decide to go to Florida. Castiel handles the room reservations. He decides that, after a lifetime of staying in hotels that a best can be described as crappy, his lover deserves something better. He books a room in a five star hotel with a view of the beach. Dean doesn’t know how he gets the money.

It’s warm enough that they spend almost the entire trip naked. Once, Cas even forgets to put pants on when they opened the door for room service. The girl seemed a bit surprised although strangely not upset. Interestingly, she seems to handle the rest of the room service deliveries for the entire trip.

Castiel enjoys scheduling things for them to do such as surf lessons and scuba diving. Dean enjoys making them miss their plans in favor of staying in their room and doing things that are more fun.

A/N: They might have mentioned it raining frogs already at one point in the show. I can’t remember. I’m going to leave it. I like that line. Anyway, please review. Final part tomorrow. Until then :)

A-C Here/D-F Here/G-I Here/J-L Here/M-O Here/P-R Here/S-V Here/W-Z Here

An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (6/8 P-R)

Fri, 09 Oct 2009 04:36:32 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (6/8 P-R)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel, drunkenness, nudity
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 5.02
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Present, Quarrel, and Really

A/N: Sorry this is so late. Crazy day. Anyway, here’s P, Q and R. Enjoy!
Present-

Dean was still wired from their last hunt. Stupid zombies. They’d thought it would only be a few but, turned out to be nearly a hundred. The Winchesters had stood back to back just blowing the stupid mother fuckers way before they got too close. It required near perfect concentration and teamwork but, the Winchester were that good. He was still full of energy, all of his senses working overtime.

“Dude, I’m going to drop the gear then, go for a run. I need to go get rid of this extra energy,” Dean told his brother as they pulled up outside the hotel room.

“Yeah sure, I’ll be in a minute,” Sam tells him.

“Whatever” Dean snorts pushing the door opened. The sight inside the room makes his drop his bags in shock.

There on the bed spread eagle is Castiel. His arms and legs are tied to the bedpost with long red ribbons. He’s naked except for a few strategically placed bows. Dean’s fingers are itching to unwrap them. On Castiel’s chest, written in icing are the words “Happy Birthday, Dean”. Castiel’s face is set into a huge grin as he watches Dean stare at him.

Dean glances out the door. Sam is now sitting in the driver’s seat of the car. He waves a Dean in a vague ‘have fun’ gesture and drives off.

Dean’s eyes once again took in Castiel’s on display body.

‘This is going to be a fun way to burn energy.’

Quarrel-

“No fucking way” Dean stated his voice acidic.

“Dean” Castiel tries to placate but, Dean cuts him off.

“No. You are not going to go face off against Zachariah’s angels all by yourself. Not going to happen.”

“Dean, the angels are close to obtaining an object that will allow them to track you despite my safeguards,” Castiel explains calmly. “It would only be a matter of time until they torture you into agreeing to be Michael’s vessel. I cannot let that happen.

“And I’m not just going to sit around while you go off on some suicide mission,” Dean argued. “They will kill you. They have once already.”

“It is out of your hands, Dean” Castiel informed the hunter calmly. “I have placed wards around the entire town. They will keep the angels from entering and you from leaving.”

“Son of a…” Dean interrupted. Castiel continued as if Dean hadn’t spoken.

“I have to leave soon if I am to detain Zachariah. I will try to return before sunset. If I am not back within 24 hours it probably means that I have failed. In that instance you should be prepared to run when the wards fall 3 days from now.”

“You self-righteous bastard, how dare you make this choice for me. I’m not going to hide like a scared little kid while you go play martyr,” Dean ranted.

“I have to go now” Castiel tried to state calmly but, someone who knew the angel would have noticed the cracks in his mask.

“Don’t you dare you mother fucking…” but Castiel is already gone.

***

It’s nearly midnight when Castiel returns to the motel room where he left Dean. He’s tired and his clothes are in disarray but, he is successful. He uses his angel powers to appear in the room.

“Dean, I was successful,” he turns to face the elder Winchester brother with a smile on his face but, there is no one else in the room. Immediately panic sets in. When he checks the wards he finds them intact. No one has passed through them since he put them up. He takes a deep, and truly unnecessary, breath to clam himself. Dean was not taken. He must have left willingly. He’s somewhere in town. Castiel decides to wait here for the hunters return.

Castiel waits nearly three hours until the hunter returns. Dean stumbles in uncoordinated and smelling strongly of alcohol. It is evident even to Cas that the man is drunk.

“Cas!” he yells when he sees the other angel. He stumbles toward him and Castiel ends up with a lap full of hunter. “I missed you,” Dean declares a bit too loudly.

Castiel sighs. He’s not really familiar with this situation but, has observed enough to know that the best thing to do is put Dean to bed and let him sleep it off.

He awkwardly navigates Dean to the bed. Dean babbles unintelligibly the whole way. He tries to help but ends up making it harder. When they reach the bed, Dean collapses in a heap and he’s asleep instantly. Castiel stares at the hunter wondering what brought this drinking binge on. He just shrugs, realizing that he’ll never understand humans. He turns and is about to disappear when he hears a half asleep voice come from the bed.

“Cas are you leaving?” Dean asks, he sounds distressed.

“I could stay if you’d like, Dean” the angel responds.

“That’d be nice,” Dean comments wearing a dopy drunk smile. He moves over in the bed to make room for Cas to sit. “I don’t like it when you leave. I was really sad last time.”

“You mean this morning?” Castiel asks.

“No, although that wasn’t cool either, ditching me like that. I mean after the archangel. You left. I was sad. I missed you. Then, you came back. I’m glad you came back. Too many people leave. I don’t want you to leave too.” Castiel’s metaphorical heart hurts for the hunter. He’s witnessing one of the hunter’s unguarded moments. He probably wouldn’t even have let him see if it weren’t for the alcohol.

“I’ll do everything within my power to stay with you,” Catiel tells him. In response Dean leans over and captures the angel’s lips with his own.

“Good” this time he truly falls asleep.

Really:

Dean had a tendency to doubts what Cas told him.

“I’m an angel of the lord.”
“Really? I don’t see any fluffy wings.”

“I saved you because God has a plan for you.”
“Really? What makes me so special?”

“Good things do happen.”
“Really? Not in my experience.”

“I will find God.”
“Really? I hear he’s on a tortilla in New Mexico.”

“I love you.”
That Dean believed.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review. The quotes in R are paraphrased not exact. Sorry. More up tomorrow. Real life might start kicking my ass so please be patient if anything is late. Thanks. Until then : )

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An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (5/8 M-O)

Thu, 08 Oct 2009 03:22:54 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (5/8 M-O)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel, touching, blowjobs, nudity
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 5.01
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Morning, Nightmares, and Oops

A/N: 3 days until my b-day! Thanks to all my reviewers so far. Here are M, N, and O. Enjoy!

Morning-

“Dean get up” Sam yells. He’s tried everything: shaking Dean, making threats, yelling in his ear, opening the curtains, dumping cold water on him, pulling the blankets of his bother, dumping the entire mattress onto the floor, pouring freezing water with ice in it on his brother. Nothing. Dean was a light sleeper there was no way he was still asleep but, he did a good impression. Dean just didn’t want to go to their meeting with Missouri but, as long as Dean continued to fake it there was no way to get him to the car. Sam was at the end of his rope.

“Why have you not left yet?” Castiel said from behind him.

“Dean won’t get up” Sam complained.

“I will handle it” Castiel tells him. “Wait in the car.” His voice leaves no room for arguments. Sam just shrugs and walks out.

Castiel waits until Sam is gone and then walks quietly over to the bed. With precision motions he leans down and removes Dean’s pants. He kneels, quickly taking the hunter’s penis in his mouth. He takes Dean deeply several times. The hunter is soon wreathing on the bed. Without warning Cas stops and sits up.

“What the fuck Cas?!” Dean sits up yelling.

“You are awake. Now you can arrive at your meeting on time. Now go get in the car with your brother.” Cas says calmly. Dean’s face is defiant.

“Why should I?” he asks.

“If you behave at your meeting, I will finish what I started when you return” Cas promises. That nearly has Dean running out the door. Castiel has to remind him to put his pants back on.

Nightmares-

Months after Castiel saved Dean from hell, the hunter is still suffering from nightmares, memories really, of his time in the pit. It is almost physically painful for Castiel to watch. He tries everything he can to help relieve his lovers suffering.

The first thing he tried was entering Dean’s mind and using his powers to change the dreams into something more pleasant. That works for awhile but, is only a temporary solution. Too much messing around in the hunters or any slips while Catiel is in there could cause the hunter harm, anything from minor memory loss to permanent brain death. It isn’t worth the risk.

Next, he tries nearly two dozen different types of herbal teas he purchases from a holy man in Tibet. Dean complains and makes faces when Castiel offers them to him but, with a little bit a bribery he drains the whole cup. They have no effect.

He even tries an invention known as a dream catcher. He hides them in various places around Dean’s bed where Dean won’t notice them. He knows Dean would disapprove. He’s already exasperated enough without starting a fight with his lover. It doesn’t really matter because they don’t work.

He’s at his wits end. Once again he’s standing by his lover’s bed watching the man being consumed by nightmares. He tries to think of something else to try but, nothing comes to mind.

Instinctively, barely aware of what he’s doing, he crawls into bed next to his lover. He wraps his limb around Dean and pulls him to his chest. Dean tenses at first but, relaxes as Castiel’s hand begins to trace slowly up and down him lover’s body.
“I’m here. You’re safe” he whispers into Dean’s neck punctuating the sentiment with kisses. Dean relaxes and the rest of the night is nightmare free.

Oops-

“Don’t touch anything” Castiel commands. The words are barely out of his mouth before he hears a crash. Too late.

“Oops” he hears Dean say as pink smoke begins to fill the room. This was a really bad idea. Cas doesn’t know why he and Dean are hunting witches for the third time this week, without Sam in some back water town that is described best as a stereotypical small town in the middle of nowhere. Honestly he isn’t even sure where Sam is right now.

The smoke begins to clear and Castiel catches sight of Dean… or at least what used to be Dean. Dean has been transformed into a large breasted pregnant girl. Oh no. And for some unexplainable reason she’s naked.

“Cas” he…she…whatever said as she approaches him, wrapping her arms around him as much as possible. Her large pregnant belly causes a bit of a problem. “Cas” she says again. This time it’s practically a moan. She starts rubbing against him like a dog in heat. Oh no. She’s horny too.

“Fuck me Cas please.” Cas tries to protest. “Cas you have to,” she continues. “It’s the only way to change me back into a man. Plus, if you don’t I die.” Cas makes a dash for the door, trying to escape.

He catches a glance at the label on the potion that Dean dropped before the horny hunter tackles him. Cliché potion. Oh Dear God.

A/N: There you go folks. Please read and review. P, Q, and R up tomorrow. Real life might start kicking my ass so please be patient if anything is late. Thanks. Until then : )

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An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (4/8 J-L)

Wed, 07 Oct 2009 03:14:01 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (4/8 J-L)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel,drunkenness, touching, blowjobs
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Up to 5.01
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Jail, Kneel, and Love

A/N- Hello! 4 days until my b-day! Yay! Here are J, K, and L. J is long sorry. It got away from me. I love it anyway.

Jail-

The last thing Sam was expecting to do on the day after they had defeated Lucifer was get up at 5 am so that he could bail his brother and their angelic friend out of jail. Somehow that’s what he found himself doing.

It all started the day before with an epic battle of good versus evil. The battle raged for hours but finally Dean, wielding a huge flaming sword, was able to decapitate Lucifer in one mighty stroke.

What had Dean’s plans been now that he had beaten the Devil? Dean had dragged Sam and Castiel to the nearest bar her could find to celebrate. It was after 10 pm on a Tuesday night when they got there but, this being a college town; the far was still fairly crowded. Sam heads back home after a couple hours, a little before 1 am. Sam’s pretty sure that Dean was somewhere around his sixth beer while Castiel was still nursing his second. When Sam left Dean was trying to convince Cas to do shots. Sam had staggered into bed and fallen asleep almost immediately, planning the sleep late into the next day.

That plan is ruined when he is awakened by the beeping of his cell phone. He glances at the clock next to the bed. It reads 5:13 in glowing red numbers. He mutters quiet curses as he searches for his phone.

“Hello?” he answers. His tone is sleepy with a hit of aggravation.

“Sam-ay!” Dean’s too loud voice comes through the phone. Sam just barely stops himself from smacking his forehead with the palm of his hand. It’s way too early to deal with his drunk brother.

“Where are you Dean?” Sam asks, trying to keep his frustration under control. There’s silence on the other end of the line. Damn it. Dean either doesn’t know or can’t remember. That’s when Sam hears another voice in the background.

“Is that Samuel? May I talk to Samuel? I would like to talk to Samuel.” Sam hears the phone being taken away from Dean. “Greetings, Samuel.” Castiel’s voice sounds almost normal except for a slight slur whenever he says Samuel. Oh great! He’s wasted too. Before Sam can respond the phone is given back to Dean.

“Dean, can you call me back when you figure out where you are?” Sam asks Dean.

“I don’t think so,” Dean replies not volunteering any more information.

“Why not?” Sam asks just barely keeping himself from yelling.

“I think we’re only allowed one phone call,” Dean responds. It all clicks into place for Sam.

“Dean, are you in jail?” Sam gently asks.

“Oh yeah” Dean affirms. “We’re in jail. Need you to come bail us out, pretty please.”

“Fine” Sam says hanging up before Dean can respond.

The town is small so it’s pretty easy to find the jail house. There’s an old sheriff sitting behind the desk, mostly asleep. Sam approaches him and inquires about his brother and Cas. There here. Dean must have been coherent enough at some point to give fake names because the FBI hasn’t been called yet.

“What are they in for?” Sam can’t help but ask. The sheriff read some stuff off a clip board.

“Public drunkenness, disorderly conduct, disturbing the peace and indecent exposure,” Sam wasn’t surprised by the first three items on the list but, the last one made him hesitate. ‘Indecent exposure?’ Dear God. Luckily they aren’t under arrest. They just have to pay $4,000 fine. Sam pays with one of their credit cards (sorry Neil Hoffman). Then he’s led to their holding cell.

The holding cell is pretty standard. There’s three concrete walls, one wall of metal bars, a small window and a bench. Dean and Cas are the only ones in there. That’s lucky because Castiel is completely naked, except for a pair of socks. Dean seems to have lost all of his own cloths but, somehow gained Castiel’s coat to wrap around himself in the cold room. Dean is sprawled across the angel’s lap and shoulders like some sort of blanket. Castiel was saying something quietly. Sam could just barely hear his deep voice but couldn’t make out the words.

“Why are you guys naked?” Sam asks them sounding like a nagging parent. Cas looks down guiltily but, Dean is oblivious.

“It seemed like a good idea at the time.” Sam just shakes his head and tries to lead them to the car. Getting the hunter and the angel to the car is like trying to herd cats. About a third of the way to the car Cas decided that Dean was too drunk to walk on his own; so he decided to try to carry him. He made it about four steps before Sam had to catch them both. It took Sam 10 minutes to convince Cas to put Dean down. It took another 20 minutes to get them to the car.

He pushes them into the back seat. They collapse together in a heap. Sam can’t tell where one ends and the other begins. Dean begins a loud drunken rant about getting arrested which led to a rant about pie which somehow led to rant about AC/DC. The only time Dean paused was to allow Cas to put in his two cents. Sam tried to tune them out. He’s almost home when he realizes that they’ve been quiet for awhile, suspiciously quiet. He checks on them in the rearview mirror. Dean is straddling Castiel and it looks like they are trying to eat each other’s faces.

“Cut it out back there,” he yells at them. They slowly break apart. He realizes that he sounds like his father.

Getting them into the hotel room is easier than getting them in the car, if only because they don’t try to ‘help’. He has to make two trips to half-carry half-drag each of them separately into the room. He deposits them on the bed closest to the door. They’re out almost instantly.

Sam takes pleasure in thinking about the hangovers they’ll have when they wake up.

Kneel-

Before he’d met Dean, Castiel had always associated kneeling with religion. It was about God. It was a way to show respect to his father. It was an act of prayer and worship.

Now he associated kneeling with a completely different kind of worship. He would kneel before his lover using his tongue, lips, and teeth to silently praise his lovers beautiful form. He begins at Dean’s well- worn feet, massaging their souls. He kisses each toe before nibbling his way up each of his lover’s legs. His hands kneading and rubbing as he goes. He reaches his lovers cock and lays little kisses on it before taking it in his mouth. Soon after that they relocate to the bed.

He enjoys this new type of worship.

Love-

Dean wasn’t the type of person to say ‘I Love You’. It had never ended well for him before. Cas understood that this was how Dean was. A lesser man might have tried to change him but, Cas knew he had to accept him to keep him so he let it go. He had to make do with the glances and caring words hidden in sarcastic comments in front of his brother. In private there are intimate touches used to convey what Dean cannot say. It’s not a perfect system but, it’s all they have until Dean thinks Castiel is dead. Thinking that Castiel is gone nearly causes Dean to break. When he reappears Dean feels his heart soar. That night he drags Castiel to a motel room. There he kisses every bit of Castiel all the while whispering against the skin “ I love you.”

A/N: There you go folks. Please read and review. M, N, and O up tomorrow. Until then : )

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An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (3/8 G-I)

Tue, 06 Oct 2009 03:13:25 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (3/8 G-I)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel,a little sappy, Crack!fic, sexual innuendos
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Possible for all of season 4. Possible 5.01 & 5.02
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Guilt, Hand, and Innuendo

A/N: 5 more days! Here’s the next installment: G, H, and I. One of these is crack!fic. Skip I if you don’t like crack!fic.

Guilt-

Castiel feels a lot of guilt. Normally he keeps it at bay by focusing on fighting demons and beating Lucifer but, it isn’t always easy. It is often the worst at night. He sometimes tries to lie next to Dean as the man sleeps but, the inactivity will inevitably cause his thoughts will return to the guilt that slowly erodes away his spirit like acid.

He betrayed his kind. He threw away the family that he had been a part of for millennia like they were nothing. What did he have to show for it? He’d failed to stop Lucifer from rising. People and angels were dying because he had failed. Sometimes he couldn’t help wondering exactly how many lives were on his head. He, even now, continues to disobey in order to help the Winchesters. They are trying to defeat Lucifer but, it seems as though they are Sisyphus stuck rolling that giant boulder up a hill. Every time they seem to be getting somewhere it all comes crashing down.

A hand on his shoulder startles the angel from his thoughts.

“Hey babe,” Dean mutters quietly. Dean sympathizes with him. He’s known guilt before. Dean will take him back to their bed and make him forget about the guilt again at least for while. Cas will follow quietly, thankful for the reprieve provided by his lover.

Hand-

Castiel admires Dean’s hands. They fit the hunter so well. They are large without being oversized and slightly on the slim side. They are also sport their own slight tan. The calluses and scars only add to their overall attractiveness. They show how resilient Dean is, how much he has gone through in his relatively short life. Dean generally refuses to hold hands in public because, he isn’t “some sort of chick” but, occasionally he would use the ‘puppy dog eyes’ that he had learned from Sam to get his way. He loved how Dean’s strong hands wrapped around those of his vessel. It wasn’t an act Dean partook in with many and because of that Catiel cherished Dean’s hands.

And then of course there’s what those hands do to him when they’re alone…

Innuendo-

“Wanna lick my lollipop Cas?”

“I do not partake in sugary sweets Dean.”

***

“Nice pants, Cas. Can I test the zipper?”

I have always worn these pants, Dean. They do not require testing.”

“Hey Cas, let’s play leap frog naked.”

“Dean, we do not have time for games.”

***

“Cas, do you wanna sleep with me?”

“I do not require rest Dean.”

***

“Would you like to have sex with me Cas?”

“Yes I would Dean.”

A/N: There you go folks. Please read and review. More tomorrow. Until then : )

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An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (2/8 D-F)

Mon, 05 Oct 2009 01:36:48 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (2/8 D-F)
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel,threesome (sort of), dirty thoughts relating to food
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Possible for all of season 4. Ignores Season 5
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Dream, Eat and Façade

Dream-

It isn’t the first time Dean has had a sex dream about Cas since the, admittedly sexy, angel rescued him from hell, it wasn’t even the first time this week, but this time it feels different.

Not at first. At first it feels like most of Dean’s dreams. Everything is a little fuzzy around the edges, all of the sensations slightly muted as if the inside of his head is stuffed with cotton. Also, if he thinks too hard about what is happening he can see cracks and inconsistencies in his little dream world but, that usually leads to him walking up so he tries not to think about it too much.

Dean is lying on some generic bed that could be from one of a hundred motel rooms with an unrealistically submissive Castiel wreathing beneath him. He is slowly thrusting into the angel’s plaint body drawing from him noises that Dean hasn’t heard anywhere outside of internet porn.

Without warning everything seems to sharpen. He feels another presence against his back. It’s Cas. He looks down. Yep Cas is still there, amazingly hot and tight around Dean’s cock. He looks over his shoulder. Cas is there too. He can feel the new Castiel’s erection against his back. Dean doesn’t understand how he came to be sandwiched between two horny naked Castiels but, he knows better than to question it.

New!Cas positions Dean’s body until he can easily access the hunter’s hole. New!Cas pushes two unexplainablely slick fingers into him, making him gasp. The fingers explore his insides, thrusting gently for a while before withdrawing. This being a dream, there’s no real need for stretching.

New!Cas lines his nice not obscenely large cock up with Dean’s hole and pushes in. The force of the thrusts propels Dean forward causing him to move inside Other!Castiel’s body. There are a few minutes of frenzied, uncoordinated thrusting before they find a rhythm that works for all three of them. The duel sensations of having his cock buried inside one Cas while the other is buried inside him quickly brings Dean to an amazing orgasm.

Dean gives a strangled cry as he comes. The force propels him back to semi-wakefulness. The post-sex haze caused the hunter to miss the other being in the room completely until he speaks.

“Hello Dean, what were you dreaming about?”

Eat-

For Dean, taking Castiel out to eat is a practice in self-discipline.

Somehow everything he ordered seemed to have some sort of sauce with it be it salad dressing on chicken Caesar salad, barbeque sauce on ribs, a mix of ketchup and mustard on a hamburger, anything he ordered would inevitably come with some sort of condiment. Then, inevitably Cas would get just a bit of that sauce on his face, normally around his mouth. He never seemed to realize it was there, neither does Sam. Dean notices though. Sam will be talking to him about whatever touchy feely crap Sam likes to talk about and Dean won’t hear any of it because he will be staring at the smear on Castiel’s face while he imagines licking it off. It’s a wonder his brain is able to keep enough control to stop him from living out his fantasy in front of the entire restaurant.

If by some miracle there isn’t sauce covering Castiel’s food then, in all likelihood it’s shaped like a penis. Dean had been pleased to learn that Cas preferred his hot dog with just onions, no ketchup or mustard. He’s thought that maybe he finally have a meal with the angel without spending the whole time hard as a rock.

Boy was he wrong. He’d never thought of hot dogs as sexual before but, watching Cas eat them changed all that. Now he couldn’t even look at a hot dog without getting a hard on. That isn’t the worst of it.

Straws were by far the worst. Cas makes the simple act of drinking his soda look so obscene (to Dean at least) that he’s surprised they haven’t been kicked out yet.

Thankfully, Dean’s self-control pays off because when they get back to the motel room Castiel let him get rid any lingering sauce before showing him what it’s like to be a straw.

Façade-

Castiel knows what Dean thinks of him. Dean thinks he’s some sort of vanilla tax accountant that probably wouldn’t know a hedonistic act if walked up and gave him a blowjob. Dean thinks he’s some sort of blushing virgin that will have to have his hand held while Dean pops his cherry. Dean thinks that he’s going to have to quote the bible and be completely appalled by the thought of doing something as dirty as having sex, especially with another man. He knows what Dean thinks.

Dean is wrong.

Castiel has been to some of the most hedonistic places in all of history (usually with Uriel right before they were reduced to ash). He had, on occasion, decided to experience some of the vices that these humans found so enticing. His superiors had never objected. As long as he followed orders, they would turn a blind eye to any other activities. He’d found his experiments pleasant enough. He’d become quite familiar with sin over the millennia.

That’s why it sometimes made him chuckle when Dean bought his “good little angel” façade. He kept it up though. Castiel knew that if he came on too strong with the hunter, the boy would bolt like a frightened deer. So, he waits for Dean to make the first move.

When the time finally comes, it will be worth the wait.

A/N: Thanks for reading. Please review. G, H and I should be up sometime tomorrow. Until then :)

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An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (1/8 A-C)

Sun, 04 Oct 2009 02:01:02 GMT

Title: An A to Z Guide to Angel Lovin' (1/8 A-C)
Rating: R (just in case)
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel, ass touching, kneeling,
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: Possible for all of season 4.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: Short Dean/Castiel stories using the letters of the alphabet. This part: Angel, Butt and Command.

AN: I’ve been super busy so I haven’t posted anything in about a month and a half. However, my b-day is in one week so decided to put together something as a present to myself. I decided to do a story for every letter of the alphabet with a Dean/Cas theme. I’ll be posting a few letter per day as I count down to my birthday next Saturday (Oct. 10). So please be awesome and review. Thanks.

Angel -

Over the millennia Castiel had learned that there were a lot of “don’ts” associated with being an angel.

-Angels don’t question orders.

-Angels don’t disobey.

-Angels don’t get close to the humans under their care.

-Angels don’t feel.

-Angels don’t love.

Cas had believed it all for centuries. Then he’d met Dean. Dean made him realize that it was bullshit.

Butt –

Castiel is fond of Dean’s butt. He’d felt this was even before he had begun dating the hunter. He’d been fascinated by it since he pulled the other man from the pit. For some reason it just drove the angel crazy.

Currently, Dean is holed up in a motel room in Arizona. It’s nearly December but that doesn’t stop it from being insanely hot, even in the middle of the night. For that reason Dean had taken to sleeping naked. Castiel appears in the hunter’s room for a reason but, the sight of Dean’s naked butt in the moonlight makes him forget what it was. It’s paler than the rest of Dean but, not as pale as you might think. It looks so firm. He can’t help himself. He reaches out to touch it and finds that the skin is soft. He begins to run his hands over the alabaster flesh. Soon he is unable to resist kneeding the flesh beneath his hands.

“Cas,” comes a half asleep groan from the hunter on the bed. “Stop being a tease and fuck me already.” The angel smiles.

Castiel is very fond of Dean’s butt.

Command-

“Command me Dean. Please. I don’t know what to do.”

Dean looks down at the ex-angel kneeling at his feet. He was dirty, his clothing was torn and he looked cold. He has given up everything that he knew for millennia because Dean asked him to. He’d gone from being a powerful warrior of God living in paradise to being a fragile human being without a home. He was lost and alone because he had blindly put his faith in Dean.

“Please tell me what to do Dean.” It’s the least Dean can do.

“ Let’s go get you cleaned up. Ok Cas? I’m going to take care of you.”

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. Please review. D,E and F up tomorrow. Until next time : )

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Prophetic Porn: a Supernatural Kinkmeme oneshot

Mon, 10 Aug 2009 20:45:08 GMT

Title:Prophetic Porn
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, sex with an angel, handjobs, intnetional Bad!fic.
Pairing: Castiel/Chuck
Spoilers: Possibly up to 4x22.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme. Prompt: Chuck/Castiel, post 4x22. Because we all know Chuck wanted to tap hat angel in that last scene, amirite? Cue a lot of bordering-on-badfic!gospel, strange author-avatar moments, angel perving, and even worse writing. Porn-- literal or not-- is optional

Chuck’s day starts out like any other. He wakes up close to noon with a major hangover. He clumsily staggers into the bathroom leaving a trail of clothes in his wake. He turns on the shower and steps under the pulsating spray. He cringes as the frosty water shocks him awake. He recalls that his hot water was shut off a couple days ago. He showers hurriedly, trying to keep himself from getting frostbite.

‘Well on the bright side,’ Chuck thinks. ‘At least the cold water will keep me from thinking things that could get me smitted by the almighty hand of God.’ His thoughts referred to the fact that most mornings he strokes himself to completion, his mind filled with thoughts of a dark haired angel.

Standing butt naked and dripping wet on his bathroom tiles he realizes that he’d left his towel on the floor of his bedroom. He sighs and heads back to his bedroom still unclothed. He walks past the living room and sees a figure standing there. The person’s back is to him so he can’t see its face.

“Who’s there?” he shouts trying to hide how nervous he is. The person turns. It’s Castiel the angel.

“It is I, Castiel” Castiel says.

“Oh…” Chuck says surprised. “What… um… are you doing here? Not that I mind, of course” he says nervously.

“I am here to discuss your prophesies regarding Lucifer,” Castiel answers.

“Oh um… what do you… uh… need to know?” Chuck said painfully aware of his state of undress.

“Have your visions reveled any pertinent information relating to Lucifer’s movements?” Castiel asks. He’d crossed the room while talking and was now within arm’s reach of Chuck.

“Um…ah…I…uh….”Chuck stammers. He can barely remember the question. Instead he is focused on the stunning angel so close to his nude form. He does the only thing he can think of: he presses his lips to Castiel’s lips. Chuck finally pulls away from Castiel when he needs to breathe. He looks into the face of the heavenly being that he was just in a lip lock with. It shows the same impassive expression that ordinarily graces his features. “Oh… I…I… I…I’m S…Sorry I didn’t mean,” he stammers but is cut off when the angel pulls him into a kiss.

After a moment of shock Chuck begins to kiss back. Their tongues each seek out the other’s mouth where they battle and explore. Chuck’s hands tangle in Castiel’s hair. Castiel’s hands in turn stroke Chuck’s neck and shoulders. By the time they pull apart they are panting. Chuck’s unrestrained cock is hardening from the contact. Castiel looks down and Chuck knows he can see it. He wants to be swallowed up by the floor but, then Castiel smiles.

Castiel’s hand moves to Chucks swelling penis and begins to slowly caress it. It quickly inflates under Castiel’s hand until he is achingly hard. The room is filled with the sound of Chuck panting as Castiel moves his hands up and down Chuck’s shaft. It only takes half a dozen strokes and a few swirls of Castiel’s thumb over the head of Chuck’s cock before he is coming all over Castiel’s hand with a loud moan.

Chuck’s knees go weak and he would have collapsed had Castiel not caught him. He looked up at the angel wondering what happens now. The angel seemed to know what Chuck was thinking and think about it himself for a moment.

“Would you like to have sexual relations with me?” Castiel asked after a moment. Chuck responded by nodding his head so vehemently that it looks like it is about to pop off. Then, they quickly make their way to Chuck’s bedroom. When they get there Chuck quickly arranges himself on the bed. Castiel strips and gathers some necessary supplies before joining the prophet on the bed.

Castiel places a pillow under Chuck’s hips in order to get better access to his puckered hole. He unscrews the lid of a jar of Vaseline that he had found on Chuck’s dresser. He slickens his fingers with it. Then he takes one finger and rubs it around the outside of Chuck’s hole. Chuck is beginning to get hard despite just coming. He gasps as just the tip of Castiel’s finger pushes into his hole.

Castiel pulls Chuck into another kiss as he slowly works one finger into the prophet. Castiel quickly moves on to two and then three fingers. Finally he’s stretched enough for Castiel’s porn-star-sized cock. Chuck moans loudly as Castiel’s man meat is pushed into him. One it is all the way in he pauses. Chuck is gasping at the sensation of being so full. Full of an amazingly hot angel’s huge cock.

“Move, please move” Chuck begs after awhile. Castiel obliges by pulling almost all of the way out slowly before quickly pushing back in. “Cas” comes a strangled scream as Castiel hits his pleasure center. Soon Castiel finds an acceptable rhythm and is hitting Chuck’s pleasure button with every thrust. What began as a very distinct cry of Castiel’s name becomes mixed with cries of “dear God”, “oh yes” and incoherent moans. Castiel is not silent either.

“It is very warm inside you” Castiel says his voice not portraying the pleasure evident in his body. “Your anus is snug around my penis. These sensations are very pleasurable. I enjoy the act of fornication with you. It is pleasurable to have my penis inside your anus…” Castiel rhythm quickly brings them both to the edge.

“I am about to experience orgasm” Castiel warms before shooting warm strands of white cum into Chucks body. “I would like you to orgasm now as well” Castiel tells him. That’s all Chuck needs leave an explosion of stickiness of both of their stomachs.

They collapse together on the bed both spent from the best orgasm of their lives. Castiel pulls his deflated member out of Chuck’s hole. He wraps his arms around the writer and they spoon together savoring the aftermath of their awesome orgasms.

“I love you, Cas” Chuck says quietly afraid that the angel won’t return his feelings.

“I believe that I love you too Chuck” the angels says back. “Now you require sleep, I will watch over you.”

Chuck does as his sexy new angelic boyfriend says and falls asleep in his arms, knowing that he’s safe.

***

Chuck picks up the last page of his latest work from the printer tray. It’s still warm. Now all he has to do is wait for it to happen. He just has to be patient. It doesn’t matter that he has half a dozen similar stories hidden under his mattress that have yet to come true. This one will. He knows that this is the one. For real this time. This one will happen…he hopes.

AN: That’s the last one (probably). I’m not going to be posting anything else for awhile. I’m going to be really busy the next couple weeks. First I’m going on vacation with the family then I’m going back for my sophomore year of college. I will be trying to work on my first multi-chapter fic “It’s a Wonderful Lie”. Hopefully it will be up in September.

I hope you enjoyed this story and you’ll tune in for future stories. Until next time : ) .

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The Joys of Nipple Play: A Supernatural Kink meme oneshot

Mon, 03 Aug 2009 17:51:11 GMT

Title: The Joys of Nipple Play
Rating: R
Warnings: Slash, bottom!Dean, Nipple play, consensual bondage.
Pairing: Dean/Castiel established
Spoilers: You need to know who Castiel is but, no references are made to any specific episodes.
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme. Prompt: Curious!Castiel/Dean- playing with Dean's nipples until he comes. He doesn't like it (or SAYS he doesn't...) at first, then gets really into it.

Before Dean and Cas started having sex, Cas hadn’t been completely clueless about sex. He knew in theory how tab A fit into slot B in both heterosexual and homosexual sex (he’d even been to Sodom with Uriel to scope it out before it was destroyed) but, he’d had no personal experience with any type of sex. So when his relationship with Dean started, everything was new to him. At first, Dean had spent a lot of time finding new position or kinks to show Cas that he thought the angel would enjoy. Eventually though, even someone as sexually creative as Dean began to run out of ideas. That’s when Dean taught Cas how to use the internet and sent him off to get his own ideas of what he might like to try. Nearly a month has passed without any results and Dean is beginning to think that Cas isn’t going to find anything to try and he is a little disappointed. Tonight, however, that is going to change.

Sam, Dean and Cas have stopped to eat at a roadside dinner that lies just past the highway exit. The food isn’t anything fancy but, looks good enough that they aren’t going to get salmonella or find any body parts in it. Honestly for Dean all these places tended to become one giant blur in his memory but, as long as they had pie he was happy. Sam was off taking a leak when Cas suddenly leans over the table toward Dean and begins talking about their sex life.

“I have been doing research pertaining to our relationship, as you instructed, and I believe I have found something I would like to try,” Castiel states calmly.

“Oh yeah,” Dean responds surprised. “What do you have in mind?”

“It is a surprise,” Cas responds with a hint of a smirk. Dean is about to press him for information when Sam comes back effectively halting any more sex talk.

That night they check into their own room across the hall from Sammy’s room. (They’ve learned their lesson the hard way about getting rooms next to one another.) As soon as the door closes Castiel has his lips planted upon Dean. Without breaking the kiss Cas begins to remove Dean’s clothes. Dean tries to remove Castiel’s jacket but, his hands are batted away. Dean tries twice more before his kissing addled brain realizes that it’s Cas stopping him. After that he gives up and just tangles his hands in the angel’s hair.

Cas strips him quickly and efficiently, only breaking the kiss when he has to pull Dean’s t-shirt over his head. Dean is going commando, probably in anticipation of tonight’s events, and when Castiel unzips his pants his hand brushes against Dean’s semi-hard penis making him gasp into the kiss. They pull off his shoes without even bothering with the laces.

As soon as he’s naked Castiel is pushing him backwards onto the bed. He lands on his back with a quiet “oof” and a bounce. Castiel takes the chance to secure Dean’s right wrist to the bed post with his tie. 3 more ties seem to come out of nowhere as he repeats the process with Dean’s remaining arm and legs so that he is spread eagle on the bed. Dean gently tugs on them more out of curiosity than an attempt to escape. Castiel had expected some sort of protest but, is pleasantly surprised when the only look on the hunter’s face is one of curiosity mixed with a touch of eagerness.

Cas steps back to view his handiwork. Dean is spread out beneath him. Cas can see everything: Dean’s rippling muscles, his numerous battle scars, his pebbly nipples, his hardening cock, his pink hole. All of it is on display like a beautiful painting but, only for him. He decides that the eldest Winchester looks good like this.

Dean is beginning to twitch restlessly, his body seeking friction. Castiel takes that as a sign that it’s time to begin the main event.

Castiel sits down on the bed next to Dean still fully clothed. He leans over and presses his mouth to the hunter’s once again. His tongue runs over the hunter’s mouth seeking entry. Dean quickly grants it. Cas slips his tongue in and explores his lover’s mouth.

While distracting Dean with his mouth his hands move down to his nipples. He runs his thumb over one nibble lightly. A small gasp escapes Dean but, he is still focused on the kissing. He continues to slowly caress the first nipple before bringing his other hand up and rubbing them both in slow circles. Dean’s breath is now coming in little gasps.

Castiel abandons Dean’s mouth and focuses fully on the hunter’s hard nipples. Dean moans as Cas gently twists them between his fingers. A sharper twist makes Dean momentarily forget how to breathe. The touches are turning Dean into an incoherent mess of moans and gasps. His cock has become almost painfully hard. He is only partially conscious of the primal way his hips are thrusting foreword trying to get some friction be only meeting empty air.

“C-ah… Ca…C…C…Cas…Cas!” Dean stutters between gasps. Castiel eases up a bit. He returns to rubbing small light circles around Dean’s nipples to allow the hunter to catch his breath.

“What is it Dean?” Castiel asks most of his attention still on Dean’s nipples.

“Touch me” Dean hisses arching upward. “Please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” Castiel points out calmly. His fingers are still gently stroking Dean’s nipple.

“Nooooooooooooooooo,” the word becomes a moan. He trusts his hips up trying to convey what he means in gestures. If his brain could form complete sentences at this point he would say something like ‘stop teasing my fucking nipples and touch my cock already god damn it’.

Castiel realizes what Dean is asking for but, instead of taking hold of Dean’s cock, he takes one of Dean’s nipples into his mouth. Dean’s voice comes out in a cracked cry of surprise and his entire body spasms from the new wave of pleasure. The angel sucks on the hard nipple for nearly a minute before pulling his head back to just run his tongue over it. Then the warrior of God purses his lips and blows on the still wet skin. A shudder of pleasure goes through Dean’s body and he can’t even pull in enough air to make a sound. Cas then repeats the series of actions with the other nipple.

By this time Dean is pressing himself into the angel’s touches. His breathing is interrupted by gasps and moans. His cock his pointing straight up and leaking pre-cum. Castiel knows that Dean is about to cum. He rubs his hands along the nipples again for a little while before taking Dean by surprise and lightly biting down on one of the hard nubs. That is all Dean needs to cum with a strangled shout and for Castiel to quickly follow.

Dean lies on the bed, trying to catch his breath. Castiel uses his powers to make the ties restraining Dean disappear. Then, he quickly strips and joins Dean on the bed. Before they fall asleep they both think the same thing: ‘we are definitely going to do that again’.

AN: Please review. I hope you enjoyed reading this. I have one more oneshot that I’ll post next week then I’m taking a break to write a Supernatural multi-chapter story called “It’s a Wonderful Lie” I hope you’ll stay tuned for that. Until next time : )

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Supernatural Kink Meme MasterPost

Wed, 29 Jul 2009 21:03:09 GMT

This is the master list of my all my oneshots (and a few longer works) that were inspired by prompts from the Supernatural Kink Meme.

Overall Warnings: These stories are all slash and most contain sex scenes. Also be prepared for bad language. You have been warned.

-Love Before the Fall Prompt: Lucifer/Castiel Before Lucifer fell, he and Castiel were good friends...VERY good friends. Bottom!Castiel Pairings: Lucifer/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Lucifer, (Dean/Lucifer)/Castiel Rating: R
Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4 /Chapter 5

-Winning Isn't Everything Prompt: Cas/Dean Cas and Dean play strip poker. Hot sex ensues, of course! Pairing: Castiel/Dean Rating: R

-Getting Dinner Prompt: Dean/Castiel, Dean rides Cas in the back of the Impala. Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating: NC-17

-Tattoos and Kissing Angels Prompt: Dean gets drunk and has Castiel's name tattooed somewhere special (ass, heart or above his cock). Castiel doesn't go easy with the teasing (light, loving teasing) or clueless 'why would you do that?' Castiel would work too. Sex may or may not happen. Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating: PG-13
The Sequel

-The Magic of Magic Fingers Prompt: Castiel/Dean Dean shows Cas the joys of Maagic Fingers. Innocent at first, then it gets hotter. Dean on top. First time with a man for Dean, first time with anyone for Cas. Pairing: Dean/Castiel Rating:R

- In the Arms of Absent Lovers Prompt: Dean/Jimmy; Castiel has to leave again for an unknown reason; Either Dean or Jimmy masturbates, thinking the other is asleep. Sex ensues. Pairing: Dean/Jimmy, Dean/Cas established but only remembered. Rating: R

There's more to come. Enjoy these for now. Until next time :)

In the Arms of Absent Lovers: a supernatural Kink meme oneshot

Mon, 27 Jul 2009 16:51:25 GMT

Title: In the Arms of Absent Lovers
Rating: R
Warnings: masturbation, hand jobs, slash, top!Jimmy, bottom!Dean, sex
Pairing: Dean/ Jimmy, Dean/Castiel (established, only memories)
Spoilers: Up to The Rapture (2x20)
Disclaimer: Supernatural is not mine. i'm just borrowing it. I will return it in good condition.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme.
Prompt: Dean/Jimmy; Castiel has to leave again for an unknown reason; Either Dean or Jimmy masturbates, thinking the other is asleep. Sex ensues.

Dean lies in bed, tired from a long day. About a week ago, Castiel had disappeared once again without a trace. Sam was at Bobby’s trying to see if there was a way to trace the angel. That left him to watch over Jimmy until they could find Cas. At least this time he was pretty sure Jimmy wasn’t going to run away.

He and Jimmy had been zig-zagging around the country for days, trying to stay one step ahead of the demons. These days weren’t particularly treacherous or difficult but, driving all day without any destination could be exhausting. Most nights they slept in the car, switching drivers when they stopped for meals. Every third night or so they would stop at a hotel to get a decent rest. Dean would only allow himself to sleep after they were safe within a double circle of salt and three different protection charms

However, the hardest thing by far for Dean was that he and Castiel had been… in a relationship. Now he was gone and Dean was left with someone that resembled him so closely but, yet wasn’t allowed to touch him. It was driving him crazy. Sometimes he spent an entire day half-hard.

Today was one of those days. Jimmy had been curled up against the door asleep. The light from the barely risen sun had made him look both maddeningly similar and yet in some ways very different from his missing lover. It was driving him crazy. It didn’t help that when they went over a pot hole the bouncing had Jimmy fall onto Dean’s shoulder. His warm breath was on Dean’s neck and it made him hard very quickly. He’d carefully moved the other man off of him and tired to will away his erection with the unsexiest thoughts he could think of but, not even the thought of Bobby in a bikini could wilt his erection with Jimmy still lying so close to him.

He’s finally gotten the chance to jack off in a truck stop bathroom when they stopped for lunch. Then, Jimmy had talked Dean into buying him an ice cream cone. Little Dean liked that a lot.

He’d been hard since then. Luckily Jimmy is asleep now and he can finally take care of it. He adjusts himself on the bed before unzipping his pants. His hard cock pops out, finally freed from its denim prison. He begins running his hand slowly up and down its length. He wants to take his time, enjoy it. He might not get another chance like this for days. He pictures Cas in mind as his finger swirls over the head of his cock. He tries to focus on the differences between him and Jimmy but, it sort of swirls together. He moves one hand to play with his balls. He’s achingly hard but, doesn’t want to come just yet. He’s breathing hard, trying to suppress moans. He hears groaning. For a moment he thinks it’s coming from himself then, he realizes it’s coming from across the room.

He realizes that Jimmy is awake. He quickly takes his hands off his crotch and covers himself up with a motel blanket.

“Sorry man I…” He begins to apologize. He stops when he gets a good look at the other man.

He’s staring at Dean his pupils blown with lust. He’s biting his lip trying to keep from making noise but little whimpers of pleasure are escaping. The thing that makes Dean’s cock pulse the most though is the way Jimmy is rubbing his hand in circles against the large bulge in his pants.

Dean can’t help but stare. Jimmy notices. He sees how Dean gets even harder while watching him. He walks over the other bed and takes Dean’s cock into his hand he resumes stroking it trying to mimic Dean’s pervious motions.

“J…im…Jimmy” Dean gasps out. Dean had never seriously expected Jimmy to want anything to do with him sexually. He was a good little catholic boy with a wife and kid giving Dean a hand job didn’t really fit into that picture. “W…hat about Ammmanda?”

“Amelia” Jimmy corrected automatically. “It’s too dangerous for me to ever see again. I’m supposed to live forever as Castiel’s vessel while she grows old and dies. If that doesn’t count as us being divorced I don’t know what does. I want this,” he gives a particularly tantalizing stroke making Dean moan. “I’m not the goody two shoes you think I am. I’ve watched you and Cas have sex and I liked it a lot. I want to try it, please. I want to fuck you,” that last sentence ends up a breathy whisper in Dean’s ear. He just nods. He can’t say no to someone who’s making his body sing with pleasure like a well tuned musical instrument.

Suddenly the warm hands leave his body and Dean tries to clear away the haze of bliss to figure out where they had gone. He sees Jimmy return to the bed carrying the bottle of lube that he normally used with Castiel.

“I remember,” Jimmy explains. “I remember where everything is and what I have to do so I don’t hurt you.” Dean nods the words just barely penetrating the sex-haze that fills his mind.

Jimmy arranges Dean on his back with his ass propped up with pillows and his legs spread giving his easy access to Dean’s puckered ass hole. Jimmy knows that Dean hasn't been fucked in nearly two weeks so he will have to take his time preparing him.

Although Jimmy has watched Cas do it half a dozen times and knows what he’s doing in theory the hard part is putting the knowledge to practical use. He more lube than really necessary onto his fingers. The takes one wet finger and rubs it around the outside of Dean’s entrance experimenting to see what will happen. He watches as Dean’s hole spasms under his touch. He just barely slips the tip in through the ring of muscles slowly stretching Dean open. He moves so slow that Dean is groaning is annoyance. He tries to fix this by pushing his finger in deeply and quickly causing Dean to wince. He gets a nice rhythm though after a few experimental pushes. Soon he is able to add second finger. Then, he begins to scissor and twist the fingers inside of Dean making his gasp and wreath underneath him.

Finally Dean is loose enough for Jimmy’s cock. He thrusts as carefully as possible into Dean’s snug, warm hole until his balls are nudging against Dean’s ass. He doesn’t move trying to give Dean time to adjust but, he waits too long and Dean is soon thrusting his hips up, trying to get some sort of friction. Jimmy takes the hint and begins to thrust deeply. After a few thrust he adjusts the angle and soon he’s hitting Dean’s sweet spot with every thrust. He realizes that he’s finally got the hang of it as he finds a suitable rhythm.

The room is filled with a chorus of bordering-on-obscene noises from both men. Dean is moaning and gasping with every thrust. Jimmy is groaning at the warm sensations that envelope his cock. Jimmy reaches his hand between their bodies and resumes stroking Dean’s hard cock. Jimmy quickly brings Dean to orgasm. Sticky threads of cum shoot from Dean’s cock covering Jimmy’s hand and both their stomachs. The combination of Dean’s hole spasming around his penis and the positively wicked noises Dean makes as he comes brought Jimmy to a quick orgasm as well.

Dean and Jimmy are just lucid enough to wipe themselves off with one of the motel sheets and walk the three feet across the room to collapse onto the bed that had been Jimmy’s. They would clean up Dean’s cum covered bed in the morning, if they felt like it, but for now they curled up in each other’s arms savoring the warmth of the other body and the residual post-orgasmic bliss.

“We’ll be ok,” Dean though. “We can get through this until Cas gets back, then we’ll have a whole new set of games to play.” He falls asleep with a smile on his face.

AN: Thanks for reading. Please review. Until next time :)

The Magic of Magic Fingers: a Supernatural Kink Meme oneshot

Tue, 21 Jul 2009 15:59:31 GMT

Title: The Magic of Magic Fingers
Rating: R
Warnings: sex on a magic fingers bed, slash, some bad launguage, sex with an angel
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: The first few episodes of season 4
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme.
The promp was: Castiel/Dean Dean shows Cas the joys of Maagic Fingers. Innocent at first, then it gets hotter. Dean on top. First time with a man for Dean, first time with anyone for Cas.

Sammy and I return to the motel room around 1 AM after an exhausting hunt. It had been a mostly routine salt and burn except for the fact that it is the middle of December meaning that the ground was frozen solid. And that the dead crazy bitch showed up just as we were about to burn her bones. This left me bobbing and weaving in an attempt to doge flying headstones as Sam lit the bitch.

The whole experience left me aching all over but, otherwise fine. Sam, who hadn’t had the pleasure of being used as a target, decides to head out to the bar. I want to stay in the motel room and get drunk while enjoying the magic fingers bed.

“…Don’t get crumbs in my car or listen to your girly music in my car, don’t even hum the tune in my car. And if you’re going to get laid, which you really need to do, don’t do it in my car…” I run through the perfectly reasonable list of rules for Sam about what not to do in my car. Sam just rolled his eyes and left in the middle of my speech.

“Bitch” I mutter under my breath. I pop a quarter into the slot on the bed and let myself relax as it begins to vibrate. For 15 minutes I am lost in the pleasant buzzing sensation running through my body.

It isn’t until it’s time to put another quarter in that I notice the dark shape standing at the end of my bed staring at me.

“Hey Cas do you need something or did you just come here to be my angelic stalker?” I ask. He just stares at me silently with his head tilted to the side in confusion. “Earth to Cas, why are you here?” I stretch out the sentence for impact. Cas finally stops staring and answers the question.

“I came to congratulate you on completing your case. Lilith had been planning to use the spirit to break a seal; it is good that you laid the spirit to rest before she could use it. We appreciate your assistance.” He seems to run out of things to say but doesn’t seem to be leaving.

“Is there something else you want?” I finally ask.

“Why was your bed shaking?” he asks after a pause.

“What…Oh” it takes me a minute to realize what he means. “It’s a magic fingers bed.” I explain. “It gives you a massage to help you relax, feel good.”

“I do not feel any power coming from it. Are you sure it is magic?”

“Not real magic, it’s just a name. but, it feels a lot like magic.” An idea pops into my head. “You want to try it?”

“I’m not sure Dean. I should be returning to my garrison.” He makes half-hearted excuses.

“Come on, Cas” I gently push. “You really do need to relax a little bit.” Cas nods hesitantly and lies down on the bed. He still looks so stuffy in that suit. “You can’t relax if you’re being suffocated by your clothes.” I help him remove his shoes, jacket, tie and belt. “There, that’s better. Here we go.”

He looks nervous and flinches as the bed begins to shake. Slowly though he begins to relax. He’s obviously never felt anything like this. Cas doesn’t even seem to notice as he begins to moan at the pleasant feelings.

The feeling shoots straight to my groin. I listen to the practically obscene noises Cas is making and get hard quick. I haven’t gotten hard this fast since I was a teenager. It doesn’t help that the noises remind me of the recurring dreams I have about Castiel. In my dreams he’s warm and tight around my cock, very vocal as I bring us both to orgasm. When Sammy asks I always tell him it was Cassie or Heidi Klum.

He looks up at me as the bed stops vibrating, his eyes glazed in pleasure. He’s staring at my hard cock pressing against my confining pants. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’ve crossed the room and pressed my mouth against the angel’s. He quickly moved past the shock and relaxes his lips against mine. My tongue ran along his lips seeking entrance to his mouth. His lips parted granting my desire. We explore every inch of each other’s mouths. I only break off when I need the oxygen.

We just look at each other for a while, as I catch my breath. I notice that Castiel is as hard as I am. My hand reaches foreword and gently strokes it through his pants. He gasps.

I take the opportunity to slip my tongue back into his mouth. While our tongues are busy my hands remove Castiel’s shirt. Then I move on to his pants. Soon the angel is naked on the bed. I pull away and quickly strip.

Cas seems to realize where this is going and seems uneasy.

“Cas?” I ask.

“I’ve never… fornicated before” Cas admits. I gently run my hands over him trying to calm him.

“Would you like to?” I ask him. “I’ll show you how good it can be.” Honestly I’ve never had sex with a man but, I had done research when I realized that I wanted to have sex with Cas. He nods in response to my question.

“I would like that.” Castiel says. I smile.

“Let me just get some things.” I don’t have any lube but, I know Sam has some sort of girly lotion in his bag. That will have to do. I return to the bed where the naked angel is on his back gazing up at me, waiting for instructions.

“I’m going to have to prepare you” I explain. “Spread your legs for me.” He does. I also place a pillow beneath him so that I get better access.

I use the lotion to make my fingers slick. I rub some around the outside of his hole. I just barely press one finger inside slowly opening him up. I kiss him again as my finger works past the muscle inside him. I try to distract him from the uncomfortable fullness inside of him until I can make it more pleasure able.

Finally my finger hits the sweet spot and he spasms.

“There we go Cas. Time to make you feel good.” My finger pumps into him with a rhythmic slowness that allows him to become used to the intrusion without pain. Work up to having three fingers inside of him. Soon he is ready for my cock. I lube that up with the lotion and line up at Castiel’s entrance. Before I push in I put another quarter in the magic bed.

Castiel sighs as the bed starts vibrate. It becomes a moan as I slowly push into him. I bottom out, my cock inside him as far as it can go. My balls are pressed against his ass. I keep still within him, allowing him to adjust to my cock. He’s stretched enough that he’s not hurt but, he’s still tight around me.

The stillness begins to drive Cas crazy. His hips thrust up a little, seeking friction. I begin to move within him giving him the friction he craves. I pull back until just the head of my cock remains within Cas then, I slowly push all the way back in again.

My deep thrusts soon find a rhythm. The duel sensations of the vibrating bed and my thrusts have Cas making all sorts of noises. There is a constant low resonating noise that comes from the back of his throat that turns into a loud keening moan every time I hit his prostate. I bet I could come from hearing those noises alone. As it is, they bring me to the edge of orgasm. I try to hold it off wanting to let Castiel come first.

I reach my hand between our bodies, grabbing Castiel’s cock. I begin to stroke him in the same rhythm as my thrusts. This adds a third sensation making Cas feel good. I quicken the rhythm as I feel Castiel getting close. Soon he reaches orgasm, making both our stomachs sticky with cum. That pushes me over the edge. I pull out and see his hole glistening with my cum.

We just lay there for awhile, exhausted. The bed stopped vibrating a while ago but, both of us were too busy to notice. I grab a piece of clothing from the floor at random and use it to wipe up the sticky cum. Then, I pop in a quarter and let the pulsating mattress lull us both to sleep.

My last though before I doze off is ‘I’m glad I stayed in tonight’.

An: I hope you enjoyed this. Please review. Thanks. Until next time :)

Drunken Tattoos and Kissing Angels THE SEQUEL

Fri, 17 Jul 2009 13:40:54 GMT

Title: Drunken Tattoos and Kissing Angels THE SEQUEL
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Making out, some nudity, touching, slash, some bad launguage
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: The Rapture (4.20)
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme. The promp (for the original) was: Dean gets drunk and has Castiel's name tattooed somewhere special (ass, heart or above his cock). Castiel doesn't go easy with the teasing (light, loving teasing) or clueless 'why would you do that?' Castiel would work too. Sex may or may not happen.

The Original
a_carlise and kaddywhak requested a sequel. So here it is. This is set in an AU version of the episode “The Rapture” (4.20). There will be spoilers for that episode so be warned. Enjoy.

Dean sits finishing in a sturdy folding chair on the wooden dock overlooking a small lake. It is quiet for the most part, just the rustling of tree branches and chirping birds providing a calming background noise. He breathes deeply savoring the peace that was so rare in a life like his.

“We need to talk Dean,” Cas appears without warning beside Dean, startling him.

“Shit man. Don’t do things like that. Where have you been?” A look of realization crosses the hunter’s face. “I’m dreaming aren’t I?”

“We need to meet somewhere private” Cas continues without answering Dean’s question. “ I have something to show you.”

“Private? Why? What’s more private than my head?”

“It is important Dean. Meet me here,” he hands Dean a folded up piece of paper. “Go now,” the angel commands. Castiel places a kiss on Dean’s forehead right before the elder Winchester startles awake.

***

The address leads the Winchesters to a hotel half-way across town. The motel seems to be nicer than the ones they normally stay in but, it’s still far from the Ritz. They pull the impala into the empty spot in front of the room Castiel had directed him to. The room sat nestled between room 100 and room 98 but, what had once been a 9 had pivoted on its nail to become a six. This made the room look as though it was room number 69. Dean would have laughed if he wasn’t so nervous.

“What did he say, Dean?” Sam asks for the third time since he caught Dean trying to sneak out to meet Cas. “What was so important? “

“I don’t know man. That’s what I’m trying to find out,” Dean responded. “You know you don’t have to be here,” Dean tries to nonchalantly get rid of his brother. He doesn’t know what Cas wants to meet about; it could be important stopping the apocalypse stuff or it could be of a more personal nature. If it’s a personal meeting he doesn’t want Sam anywhere near it. “I can handle it myself.”

“No Dean. I’m coming with you,” Sam responds clueless as to his brother’s true motives. “Why do you keep trying to get rid of me?”

Dean gets out of answering the question as they reach the door. It is slightly open and the chain lock is lying on the ground, ripped from its place on the inside of the door.

They push the door fully opened and enter. The room is pretty much trashed. Nearly every piece of furniture not bolted to the ground has been overturned. The trashcan has been overturned, its contents spread across the room. One of the legs on the table has snapped off and is lying across the room. A blood sigil, like the one Anna used, is drawn on one wall. Both Winchester stare open-mouthed at the destruction.

They find Castiel face down on the only bed. He’s unconscious and naked but doesn’t seem to be harmed. There’s a fresh bandage, half coming loose, on his right ass cheek.

Sam moves closer to try to examine what is under the peeling cloth.

“Sam maybe you shouldn’t touch…” Dean tries to warn but, Sam cuts him off.

“It’s a tattoo. A fresh one,” Sam tells Dean, his voice full of surprise. He realizes what it says. “Dean”

“Yeah?”

“No it says ‘Dean’. Cas has a fresh tattoo of your name… inside a heart. What’s going on Dean?” His voice goes from shocked to accusing.

“What makes you think I had anything to do with it?” Dean responds trying to sound hurt.

“It’s your name, plus where else would a warrior angel of the lord get the idea to get a tattoo like that. Tell me the truth Dean,” Sam’s no nonsense voice leaves little room for argument.

“I kind of have a matching one with Cas’ name that I got while I was drunk. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Cas saw it, we made out a little, and I guess he got the idea to get a matching one,” Dean admits reluctantly. “This isn’t my fault,” he states defensively.

“Not your fault, Dean. Then whose fault is it?” Sam demands. Dean opens his mouth to answer but Sam cuts him off. “No I really don’t want to hear it. And don’t think we’re not going to talk about you making out with Cas. What is it with you and angels? Is it some sort of kink or…” Sam is cut off by a groan from the body on the bed.

“Ow. What hit me?”

“Cas hey Cas. are you ok?” Dean asks worried.

“I’m not Cas. My name it Jimmy,” the figure on the bed states. “Why does my backside hurt?” He looks into the mirror above the dresser trying to get a look at his sore butt cheek. When he sees the tattoo his tone quickly changes from confusion to anger.

“Why is there tattoo on my ass?” He yells. “And who the hell is Dean?” The Winchester brothers are both taken back and a little afraid of the rage coming from the ex-vessel.

“He is,” both respond, each pointing at the other.

**Later (after Jimmy has escaped from under Sam’s watchful eye and returned to his family)**

Jimmy is sitting at the kitchen table enjoying a wonderful meal with his wife and daughter that he hasn’t seen in months. The chicken is moist and the rice is flavorful. There is fresh bread and crisp garden salad. His wife seemed to put aside her hurt at his disappearance and pretend that everything was normal. It’s too bad that he’s having trouble getting comfortable on his wooden chair. His ass cheek aches from the fresh tattoo he’d mysteriously acquired while being a vessel of the lord.

Claire finished her dinner first. She asks to be excused. Amelia sent her up to her room to do her homework promising that, if she finished in time, she could come back down and watch some television.

Claire’s departure left Jimmy and Amelia alone for the first time since he had returned. He expected, probably deserved, some yelling but, instead they just made small talk. Amelia filled him in on some of the things he had missed as well as discussing ‘the good times,’

She must have noticed Jimmy’s discomfort because out of nowhere she asks about it.

“What is wrong with you?!” she asks suddenly and loudly. “Why do you keep fidgeting?”

“Um... I… um…” he stutters not realizing what she is talking about.

“You’re can’t sit still. Something’s wrong with you. It’s just like that time that you went on the church camping trip and got poison oak when you wiped your ass with those odd leaves. Let’s go into the bed room and I’ll take a look.”

“No. I’m fine. It’s ok really,” He REALLY doesn’t want his wife to know the reason for his discomfort.

“Come on Jimmy” she tries to convince him. “It’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before.”

‘That’s what you think,’ Jimmy thought as his wife led him to their bedroom.

Amelia sits on their bed waiting for Jimmy to take off his pants. Jimmy goes as slowly as possible trying to delay the inevitable.

“Let’s go. It can’t be that bad,” Amelia says, slightly annoyed.

‘That’s what you think,’ Jimmy thinks again. He sighs dropping his pants and underwear. Amelia mouth drops open when she sees the tattoo on her husband’s ass. The look of surprise quickly becomes a look of rage.

“Baby, I can explain,” Jimmy tries to calm his wife. “There’s a good reason for this I swear.” Amelia ignores his attempts to placate her.

“Who the hell is Dean?!” she hollers.

“Um… He’s… um” Jimmy reduced, once again, to a stuttering mess in the wake of his anger wife.

***Later (after the demon fighting but minus Castiel’s “I don’t serve you” bitchy storm off and Sam revealing his demon blood addiction)***

Dean and Castiel pulled up to the hotel room that they have rented. Dean convinced Sam to get his own room because he needed time with Cas. Sam had only consented after Dean had promised that they would have a talk about his ‘rash choices’ as Sam had called him. Dean was contemplating checking out early and leaving Sam here but, he had decided against it… probably.

“So where were you?” Dean asked as he unlocked the door.

“I was brought back to heaven, where I was questioned,” Castiel responds. His blank face hid what he is feeling.

“What did they ask you about?” Dean asks.

“They accused me of attempting to pass on heaven’s secret plans to you,” Castiel tells him.

“Oh. Was that what you were going to tell me at the meeting?” Dean questions.

“No. I was not aware that there was a secret plan. I could not have told you something I did not know,” Cas answers logically.

“Then why did you want to meet?” Dean inquires.

“I wanted to show you my tattoo, Dean. I acquired one that matches your own. Would you like to see it?” The question sounds innocent enough but it makes little Dean pay attention.

“Sure,” is the only thing Dean can manage to say. Castiel strips and lies face-down on the bed. He raises his ass to give Dean a clear look at his tattoo. Cas doesn’t even seem to know how hot he looks like this, especially with Dean’s name on his ass.

Dean can’t help but run his fingers along Castiel’s tattoo. Castiel hisses in pain at the touch.

“Does that hurt Cas?”

“It is still sore Dean. I cannot heal it with my abilities or the mark will be removed. So I must deal with the pain,” Castiel states calmly. Dean is touched by the sentiment.

“Let me make forget the pain for awhile,” Dean offers. He moves to kneel next to the angel and presses their lips together.

Dean’s hands trail over the angel’s body making it sing with pleasure at the gentle caresses. His tongue –first explores Castiel’s mouth before moving on to lick, suck and nibble at his neck.

Dean continues his pleasurable ministrations into the night until not only does Cas forget about the pain but, also barely remembers his own name.

AN: Thanks for reading. Please leave a review. I’ll try to put another oneshot up within a week hopefully (it depends on how real life goes). So until then : )

Drunken Tattoos and Kissing Angels

Mon, 13 Jul 2009 17:02:19 GMT

Title: Drunken Tattoos and Kissing Angels
Rating: PG -13
Warnings: Making out, some nudity, touching, slash
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: The first couple episodes of season 4
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme. The promp was: Dean gets drunk and has Castiel's name tattooed somewhere special (ass, heart or above his cock). Castiel doesn't go easy with the teasing (light, loving teasing) or clueless 'why would you do that?' Castiel would work too. Sex may or may not happen.
Enjoy.

Prompt: Dean gets drunk and has Castiel's name tattooed somewhere special (ass, heart, or above his cock). Catiel doesn't go easy with the teasing (light, loving teasing) or clueless 'why would you do that?' Castiel would work too. Sex may or may not happen. (p. 17)

Drunken Tattoos and Kissing Angels

“Shit” Dean hissed as he slid into the back seat of the impala. Sam was sitting in the passenger’s seat clutching his arm, his face set in a grimace of pain. Dean thought he’d hurt more than just his arm but, they’d have to wait to check him out. That left Castiel to drive his car.

Months ago Dean wouldn’t even have considered letting the angel drive his baby but, after Lucifer rose everything changed. Cas was on the run from heaven for helping Dean so the least they could do was take him in and teach him a few things. One of the first things Dean had done was teach him to drive, in a rental car of course. He’d turned out to be a pretty good driver.

Dean groans as they drive over a speed bump. Pain radiates through his body from where he was stabbed. He rolled over and tried to get comfortable. Someone upstairs must really hate him for him to have the misfortune of being stabbed in the ass. He’s probably the only hunter in the history of ever to be stabbed in such an embarrassing place.

Dean, Sam and Cas had been taking care of a group of demons gathering in a warehouse. One of them had run at Dean, tying to stab him in the back, but the klutz slipped on some blood. She went down swinging. She managed to stab Dean in the left ass cheek as she slid past. Just Dean’s Luck.

They finally pull up to the motel room and Castiel helps Sam into the room. Dean follows with a slight limp. By the time Dean enters the hotel Castiel is cleansing Sam’s wounds. None of them seem to be life threatening. Dean collapsed face down on the bed closest to the door.

He must have fallen asleep because the next thing he knew, Castiel gently shaking him.

“Dean I need you to remove your pants so that I can clean your injuries” Cas told him,his voice neutral Castiel had been helping patch them up since he began traveling with them. He was used to seeing them in various states of undress.

“I’m fine Cas. Really I can handle it” Dean tried to deflect. He really didn’t want Cas seeing what else was on his ass.

“Dean” Castiel argued back calmly. “You cannot reach your wound and I do not want it to get infected.” The angel wore a determined expression; it told Dean that one way or another Cas would get his way. It was best to give in now.

Dean removed his pants with a sigh. He flinched as the rough material slid over his injury.

Castiel was so focused on taking care of Dean that Dean thought that he might get lucky and Cas wouldn’t notice what was on his other ass cheek. No such luck.

Castiel had finished cleaning and dressing his wound when he noticed what Dean wanted so dearly to hide.

“Dean… What is this mark on your behind?” Castiel asked confused. There on Dean’s right ass cheek was tattooed ‘Cas’ in swirly letters inside a red heart.

“It’s a tattoo” Dean replied being purposely obtuse.

“Yes Dean. I have noticed. Why is it my name inside a heart?” Castiel continues to push for an answer.

“I got drunk and it seemed like a good idea at the time” Dean answered.

“Why?” Cas asked looking even more confused.

“Because I like you” Dean muttered, feeling like a teenager again.

“I like you too Dean” Cas stated slowly not exactly sure what that had to do with marking designs on your bum.

Dean sighed. This was going to be embarrassing to explain.

“I don’t just like you, I like you like you” Dean felt like smacking his own forehead. Could he sound anymore like a hormonal teenager? “I am… attracted to you… physically… sexually” he sighed. Why couldn’t the ground just swallow him up?

“Oh” Castiel nods in comprehension. “Although it is against the rules, I find myself similarly attracted to you.” Castiel states this with neutral tone as if he was talking about the weather. It takes Dean a minute to realize what Castiel said.

“What?!” Dean exclaimed.

“I am attracted to you” Castiel repeated. “Is this the proper way to show it?” the angel asks sitting beside Dean and gesturing to the hunter’s ass.

“Not really” Dean replied. “This is.” Dean reached over and pulled Castiel’s face closer to his, bringing their lips together in a kiss. They only break apart when Dean needs to breathe. They stare at each other for a moment before Castiel brings Dean in for another kiss.

Dean’s tongue slips into the angel’s mouth, exploring every inch of it. Castiel’s tongue reaches out too, tentatively tasting Dean’s mouth at first before getting braver. Their hands come up sliding along each other’s backs a sensual caress. Dean breaks the kiss in favor of nibbling on the angel’s neck. Castiel moans at the sensation. He buries his head in Dean’s shoulder as Dean continues to caress him with his hands and tongue. Eventually, they collapse next to each other on the bed, gasping.

Just before Dean falls asleep Castiel turns to him and says “I think I will get a matching mark, to show that I like you, like you too.”

Dean chuckles as he drifts off to sleep.

Edit: Ok it's fixed. It's back to being just the one.

The Sequel

Getting Dinner: Supernatural kink meme fic

Mon, 06 Jul 2009 15:51:41 GMT

Title: Getting Dinner
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: explicit sex, riding, sexual touching, slash, sex with an angel
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: The first couple episodes of season 4
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme. The promp was: Dean/Castiel, Dean rides Cas in the back of the Impala
Enjoy.

Dean couldn’t take it anymore. Sharing a room with both Cas and Sam was driving him crazy. The angel was so close yet he couldn’t touch him with Sam in the room and it’s been days since Sam hadn’t left the room long enough for Dean to get anything more than a quick make out session. If he didn’t get laid soon he might kill someone.

So it’s only 4:30 when Dean grabs Cas and drags him out the door yelling to Sam “getting dinner, don’t wait up”. The impala is pulling out onto the road before Sam even has a chance to comment.

Castiel is surprised when instead of pulling into a diner or drive thru Dean pulls onto an empty dirt road surrounded by fields. He pulls up so that his front bumper is against an abandoned farm building, blocking any view through the front window.

Dean gets out and goes around to Castiel’s side of the car. He leads the angel from where he was seated to the back seat of the car. As soon Cas is comfortable, Dean is straddling him kissing him deeply. He strips himself quickly without breaking the contact between their lips.

He finally breaks the kiss as he reaches into the glove compartment for the lube. He rubs a generous amount on his finger and pushes one into himself. As he begins to stretch himself, he pushes Castiel’s pants and underwear down so they are out of his way. He takes Castiel’s cock into the hand that is not currently inside him. He slicks it with the lube and begins to pumps it in the same rhythm as he pumps his fingers inside himself.

He quickly adds a second and then a third finger, anxious to get the angel’s cock into him. He continues to stroke Cas until the angel is achingly hard but, not ready to come.

He removes his fingers from inside himself with a pop and returns to straddling Castiel’s naked lap. He lines his slickened hole up with Castiel’s cock. He slowly lowers himself down. They both gasp as Cas becomes fully sheathed within Dean. Their lips meet as Dean pauses, allowing himself to become used to the pressure of being penetrated. They both savor the sensations. Castiel takes pleasure in the tight warmth that came from the elder Winchester clenching around his cock. Dean enjoys pleasantly full feeling of his lover deep within him.

After Dean becomes comfortable, he slowly raises himself up, almost off of Cas, before bringing himself back down. Castiel moans at the pleasurable friction. Dean gasps as Castiel’s cock hits his prostate.

Dean quickens the pace and the car is filled with sounds of pleasure. Castiel alternates between moans and chanting his lover’s name. The only sounds Dean makes are his rapid breaths and occasional gasps.

Castiel doesn’t last long. Soon he is spilling his warm seed into Dean’s receptive body with a loud moan. That pushes Dean over the edge of orgasm. He yells his lover’s name as he comes. They collapse into a stick heap, both unable to move for several minutes.

They finally pull apart. Dean uses Castiel’s tie to wipe away the stickiness. They redress and return to their respective seats in the front of the impala.

They drive for a while in silence before Dean turns to Cas and asks “So what do you want for dinner?”

AN: I hope you enjoyed that. Please review (it sustains my will to write). I'll try have the next one up by next week. Until next time :)

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Winning Isn't Everything

Tue, 30 Jun 2009 21:54:31 GMT

Title: Winning Isn't Everything
Rating: R
Warnings: Overall: Explicit sex, slash, handjobs, strip poker
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Spoilers: The first couple episodes of season 4
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: This is a one shot written for the Supernatural Kink Meme. The promp was: Cas/Dean Cas and Dean play strip poker. Hot sex ensues, of course!

Enjoy.

Dean couldn’t exactly figure out how this had happened. One moment he’s complaining to Cas about the dullness of waiting for his brother and Bobby during a storm in a hotel room that didn’t even get cable. Then he finds himself explaining the rules of strip poker. He could probably blame it on that third beer he’d had. He had a pretty high tolerance for alcohol (he could probably still take out a nest of vampires after five beers) but, as Sam tended to remind him, after his third beer he tended to act on any stupid idea that popped into his head. Stupid ideas like suggesting to an angel that they should play strip poker.

Cas had taken some convincing. (“Come on Cas it’s not like you have anything I haven’t seen before. Besides I’M BORED.”) He had eventually agreed, probably to shut him up. That’s how he ended up sitting at the cheap motel table explaining the rules of strip poker to the angel sitting across from him. It should have been awkward but the slight buzz created by the alcohol removed any uneasy feelings.

“Ok” Dean began. “We’ll be playing five card draw. You start with a small bet before the cards are dealt called the ante. Then the dealer deals everyone 5 cards face down. Everyone checks out there cards and bets again. Then you can trade in up to three cards from your hand for new ones before a final round of betting. Normally people bet money or chips, which represent money, but we’ll be betting clothing. Each piece of clothing counts as one, watches and jewelry don’t count. You don’t have to remove anything unless you lose the hand.” Dean seemed to have the explanation memorized as if he’d explained it before.

“How do I win?” Castiel asked. He was vaguely familiar with this game but, had never fully understood it.

“You have to get the best hand” Dean replies. Castiel’s head tilts sideways until it’s at a 45° angle, the normal sign that he’s confused. The scrunched up look on his face asks ‘and how do I do that?’ so Dean elaborates. “The best hand you can get is a royal flush. It’s a 10, Jack, Queen, King and Ace all of the same suit. Next is a Strait Flush, 5 cards of the same suit in order. Then comes Four of a Kind, 4 of the same value of card. After that is a Full House, a three of a kind and a pair. Next is a Flush, 5 cards all of the same suit. Then comes the Straight or 5 cards in a row. After that is a Three of a Kind, 3 cards of the same type, and after that there is Two Pair. After that is a single Pair of the same cards. Finally, if you don’t have anything better, the player with the card of the highest value wins. Get it?”

Castiel stared at him a second before nodding slowly. He understood it… mostly.

“Then let’s play.”

The game progressed slowly. Castiel didn’t get the hang of the game at first. He ended up barefoot after the first two hands. Cas does better on the third hand. Dean wasn’t sure if Cas got better or just got lucky but, that round Dean lost both shoes and one sock.

As Dean dealt the next hand he couldn’t help thinking about his bare foot so close to Castiel’s bare feet under the tiny table. He tried to keep his feet away from the angel’s. He may have a tendency to make bad choices after drinking but, he still knew that playing footsie with one of Heaven’s warriors was not a good idea.

The next hand Dean folded because he had a worthless hand and then the following hand Cas folded for the same reason. That led to a loss of Dean’s last sock and Castiel’s coat.

Things got interesting on the next hand. Both player anteed up (Cas bet his suit jacket and Dean bet his leather jacket) then Dean dealt the cards. His hand was pretty sweet. He had three Jacks, a four and a nine. That was at least a Three of a Kind right there. He calls a bet of Castiel’s tie with a bet of his shirt and raises with a bet of his belt. Castiel calls with his own shirt.

Cas trades in one card and Dean trades in two. Dean received a 8 and a Jack. Yes. That’s four of a kind, an awesome hand. He’s sure that he’s got this one in the bag. Now is the time to bet big. If he goes all in and Cas calls, Cas would be left in just his underwear. The idea makes his stomach do flips but, he’s ignores it. A nearly naked Castiel shouldn’t get him exited. Of course if he lost he’d end up naked, a part of him points out. He ignores it. He’s sure that’s not going to happen.

It comes the time for them to show their hands. Dean grins wide as he puts his hand down first, sure that he’d won. His smirk disappears as Cas places his hand down. Cas has a 4, 5, 6, 7 and 8 all in diamonds. Cas has a Straight Flush, one of the few hands that could beat Dean. Now Dean has to strip, remove everything. Shit. His stomach is doing violent summersaults. He’s never been this nervous to be naked, not even when he lost his virginity.

He stands up and begins to strip. He tries to keep a constant speed, not too fast or too slow or Cas will know that he’s nervous. He looks up and sees how intently Castiel is staring at him, looking odd. The look is a mix of confusion and another odd emotion that at first he couldn’t identify. Then it hit him, it was lust. Castiel was getting off on watching him strip. He realized he should probably be embarrassed or disgusted but, instead he was turned on. As he stripped his final bit of clothing off he tried to move to sit at the table again as quickly as he could so that Castiel couldn’t see that he was half-hard.

“What do we do now?” Castiel asked. “You are naked. You can’t strip any further.”

That’s when Dean got another idea, another idea that he would probably later blame on alcohol and the fact that his blood was being diverted from his brain to somewhere lower.

“Well, we could keep going. If you win, instead of stripping, I’ll give you a special reward. Ok?” Dean says to Cas. He adds his best sensual voice to seal the deal.

Cas is staring intently at the wood grain of the table in a desperate attempt to keep himself from staring at the naked hunter. He nods, not really up to arguing at the moment.

Dean deliberately throws that hand, excited about the ‘reward’ he’s going to give Cas.

Dean gets up from his chair and walks around the table to where Cas is. His semi-hard cock bounces with every step. He stands behind the angel and begins to undo his tie

“Why are you undressing me?” Castiel asked slowly trying to keep his voice level. “I have not lost.”

“This… is… the best...way to… get your… reward” Dean says, the sentence broken by licks and nips to Castiel’s bare throat as he begins to remove his shirt. One the shirt is fully unbuttoned he pushes Cas forward a little so he can slide it off him while he continues to lavish attention on his neck. Then, he moves his hand down to unbuckle Castiel’s belt. His hand occasionally just barely bumping the bulge in Castiel’s pants.

After tossing the belt away, Dean unzips Castiel’s fly allowing his hard cock springs free. Castiel’s barrowed body is buzzing with unfamiliar sensations of pleasure. He knows about sex in theory but, this is like reading a book about swimming and then diving into the deep end of the pool. He has no idea what he’s doing but, he trusts Dean to keep him afloat.

One of Dean’s hands strokes Castiel’s penis while the other plays with his hard nipples. Dean’s mouth is busy alternating between sticking his tongue in Castiel’s ear and sucking on his earlobe.Castiel wassure thatthe warring sensations were going to driving him crazy. He tried to thrust his hips forward into Dean’s steadily caressing hand while keeping his face and neck within reach of the hunter’s skilled tongue and continuing the tantalizing circular motion of Dean’s other hand on his nipples. Dean forces him to be still, calmly hushing his broken moans for more as he quickens his pace. Cas was panting and moaning Dean’s name, saying it almost like a prayer. Dean responded with whispered reassurances and groans of the angel’s name.

Dean brings him to the edge of orgasm and keeps him there for what seems like hours. Castiel is swimming in the sea of sensations. The rest of the world falls away. He forgets about Lilith and Lucifer and the seals for a little while; Deans hands and mouth upon him are the only thing that’s real.

Finally, Dean brings him to orgasm with a bite to the angel’s sensitive neck. He spills white seed all over the motel table. Castiel’s vision goes white for a moment as he experiences his first orgasm. It reminds him of his life in heaven, only better.

Seeing the angel come undone brings Dean to orgasm too. His cum splashes against Castiel’s back further adding to the picture of a debauched angel. That image in itself begins to reinflate Dean’s cock.

Dean stands up and leads Cas to one of the beds covered in floral print.

“That was only the beginning Cas. There’s a lot more to come” he whispers in the angel ear.

His last coherent thought is ‘maybe winning isn’t everything’.

AN: I hope you enjoyed that. Please review (it will get the next oneshot out faster). I'll try to have the next one up by next week. Until next time :)

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Love before the fall (chapter 5)

Sun, 21 Jun 2009 17:04:24 GMT

Title: Love Before the Fall (Chapter 5 of 5) complete!
Rating: R
Warnings: Overall: Explicit sex, slash, multiple orgasms, sort of threesome (three minds but only two bodies), Sort of masterbation, swearing, orgasm denial (in a sexy not a cruel way), voyerism This part: Swearing, references to sex
Pairing: (Lucifer/Dean)/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Lucifer
Spoilers: season 4 to the finalle
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: interludes inspired by readers (and my sister)

Chapter 5:

Hello. Happy father’s day to everyone. Here’s chapter 5. This is the last one. It’s less of a chapter a more 2 little interludes inspired by readers. I hope you enjoy.

This interlude is set between chapter 2 and 3. In a review williewildcat on fanfiction.net said “I think a chap with Lucifer's POV would be interesting to see how he feels about basically destroying what he and Cas had.” So I wrote it for her. Here it is.

How dare they! I am Lucifer! I am the most powerful angel in existence! I refused to subjugate myself to my father’s new pets, the miserably useless sack of meet known as the human race. I stood up for my brothers and for it I was struck down by those sanctimonious hypocrites claiming to represent out father. They damned my followers and sealed me into a place so far down that the light from the deepest pit of hell has no hope of reaching me.

Worst of all I am torn away from my lover, Castiel. How dare they keep me from what is mine! I knew he would never understand what I was trying to do for him (for all my brothers). He is blind to the deception perpetrated by high-ranking angels who mistake themselves for our father. He would have come around though, eventually, after the charlatans were destroyed. Then, he would have had no one but me to come to for his precious orders. He would have learned to cherish my commands, crave them. It would have been glorious. Yet, for now we are separated, one in the highest space and the other in the deepest pit.

But it’s only a matter of time. I will get out of here. I will tear my prison apart until I find freedom. When I do the entire army of Heaven will not be able to stop me from reuniting with what is mine.

AN- I’m not sure this is what you were expecting. I think you wanted Lucifer to be contrite but, he’s not. He doesn’t blame himself for losing Cas. Instead he blames the other angels. I don’t this he’s that good at taking responsibility for his actions.

The next interlude is set a few months after chapter 4. My sister inspired the idea. It was going to be a random person but witch20 asked “what about Sam” so I wrote it about Sam. Enjoy.

*cell phone beeping*

“Hey Bobby”

*…*

“I’m tracking Dean now. Soon we’ll see where he goes every night.”

*…*

“I sewed a tracking chip into Dean’s pants.”

*…*

“Yeah. I’m at some sort of house, maybe a mansion. What would Dean be doing at a mansion?”

*…*

“Very funny Bobby. It doesn’t look like the Playboy mansion. Then again, this is Dean. I wouldn’t be surprised to find him on a magic fingers bed surrounded by Playboy Bunnies. On the other hand, it would be just Dean’s luck for the Playboy Bunnies to be possessed by angry demons.”

*…*

“As funny as that would be to watch let’s hope that’s not it. Ok. There’s nothing on the first floor. I’m heading up the stairs now. “

*…*

“No Bobby, no werewolves or naked women yet. Wait. I think I hear something.”

* muffled thumping and groaning*

“It’s coming from behind this door. I think someone is being tortured.”

“Oh please, please”

“Bobby, that was Castiel. I’ve got to help him. I’m going in.”

*creak of door opening*

“Tell me what you need, Cas.”

“Fuck me harder. Please, I need you to fuck me harder.”

“OH MY GOD!”

*the sounds of someone running then tripping down the stairs*

“Bobby, forget it. You don’t want to know what Dean is doing. Trust me.”

“Was that Sam?”

“I *pant* believe *pant* that it was.”

“Oh . Well, we can deal with that tomorrow. Right now let’s get back to fucking you hard.”

“OH MY GOD!”

AN: Ok that’s the end. I hope you enjoyed the story. Next I’m going to be working on a story involving Dean, Cas and strip poker for the Supernatural Kink meme. Stay tuned for that if you’re interested.. Until next time J

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Love Befoire the Fall (chapter 4)

Mon, 15 Jun 2009 17:58:22 GMT

Title: Love Before the Fall (Chapter 4 of 5)
Rating: R
Warnings: Explicit sex, slash, multiple orgasms, sort of threesome (three minds but only two bodies), Sort of masterbation, swearing, orgasm denial (in a sexy not a cruel way), voyerism
Pairing: (Lucifer/Dean)/Castiel, Dean/Castiel, Dean/Lucifer
Spoilers: season 4 to the finalle
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine.
Summery: Dean tells the story of his life with Cas and Lucy.

AN: Yay! Here’s chapter 4. This one is from Dean’s POV. I hope I got his voice right. He makes snarky comments in the parentheses. See if you can find the Coupling reference. If you do you get an imaginary cookie. There’s also a reference to Jensen on Smallville. There’s a link to the clip at the end. That’s all I have to say for now so I hope you enjoy this chapter.

If you’d told me a year ago that I, badass hunter Dean Winchester, would be in a sexual relationship with an angel I would have laughed. If you’d have added the part about being the willing vessel of the devil while having sex with the angel I would have probably punched you in the face. Yet here I am. I’m lying next to a sleeping angel while I freely allow the lord of the underworld to take my body for a joy ride. This is fucked up. But I don’t want it to stop.

It started right after Sammy broke the final seal. (Not that it was his fault. I should have been there to stop him.) Lilith’s blood was creeping its way along forming a circle, a portal for Lucifer to come through. I was expecting something scaly and gross to crawl through but, I was a little surprised when what came out was a thick grayish-red cloud of smoke. It paused in the air for a while, like an evil parade float, before coming right at me. The smoked seeped into me and made me feel full, the way you’re gut feels after you’ve eaten a big meal but I felt it all over. I think that’s when I lost consciousness. (Not that I fainted or anything girly like that.)

I came to trapped inside my own mind with that ex-angel bastard casually looking through my memories as if he was leafing through a magazine (like Newsweek not Playboy). He paused for a long time over my memories and thoughts (more like fantasies) involving Cas. I tried to piss him off, get him to forget about his thoughts (especial the dirty ones. The last thing he needs is the prince of evil calling him a perv.)

“What are you doing you pervy bastard?” I yelled at him.

“We were lovers” he replied like that wasn’t a completely insane statement.

I couldn’t have even sum up words at that point. That was just bat shit crazy. He could have been lying but, then it was the most outrageous lie EVER. If he was telling the truth then… I wasn’t sure I wanted to think about it. My gorgeous angel and this evil freak, not okay. That was when Lucifer decided to show me his memories of their… love making.

It was hotter than any porn I’d ever seen. (It was even better than Lesbian Spank Inferno.) I felt everything Lucifer had felt: the warm tightness of Castiel around my cock, the way Castiel shook with need as her begged, the way Castiel spasmed as he came. It made me want what, at the time, I thought I had a snowballs chance in hell of getting even more.

But Lucifer must have found something in my head he liked (who wouldn’t my head is as awesome as the rest of me) because suddenly he was offering to share the mega hot angel with me. Sammy would have accused me of thinking with my downstairs brain but, when life hands you an invitation to have incredibly hot sex you don’t pass it up (even if you have to share with the devil). Plus, he’d just showed me his personal memory porn. That made him seem much less… devilish. Long story short, I agreed.

Before I could even say ‘hot sex with an angel’ we had saved Cas from the archangel and whisked him away to a loaded mansion that Lucifer created (he may be evil but he has nice taste). Castiel was out like a light so we left him in a secure room and I convinced Lucy that we should raid the fridge. (We had these awesome mini!tacos with what tasted like homemade guacamole. Just thinking about them makes me drool.)

By the time Lucy and I had finished our tacos and come to check on Cas, he was already awake. He was pretty surprised to see me and even more surprised to see the other inhabitant of my body. I let Lucy take the lead and to be honest he is one smooth talker. (In comparison I look like a wall flower.) I was surprised (and really turned on) by the fact that Cas had a thing for me.

Cas agreed to have sex with us. I thought it would be a big issue (“thou shall not lie with men as with women” and all that crap) but, Cas doesn’t object. That was when I realized that he wanted the two of us as much as we wanted him.

That’s when the sex marathon of mind blowing sex began. In the first hour my hands, lips and teeth touched nearly every inch of Castiel’s sexy body before we made him come four times. We wore Cas out so we let him rest a while before round two. We had another half a dozen rounds of sex over the next twenty-four hours with Castiel coming nearly that many times. That was by far the best sex of my life.

Over the next couple of days the three of us just chilled around the fancy mansion. We would watch TV, enjoy the drool worthy food, or relax on the magic-fingers bed Lucy installed, while having sex three times a day. That was fun until Lucy had to go to “work”. When I asked him where we were going he explained that he was going alone. He would have to choose a different vessel to “work” in because it was too dangerous and he didn’t want me to get hurt (like I haven’t been facing off against monsters since I was 12). So me and Cas were supposed to stay home like his good little wives. (That may not be the exact words he used but, that’s what I heard.)

I tried to argue but, Lucifer is a stubborn SOB. He’s worse than Dad and Sammy combined. There was nothing I could do to stop him from gallivanting off and doing whatever the fuck he wanted. After he left, I stood there screaming at the ceiling for nearly an hour.

“You evil son of a bitch get your ass back here” but, that just made my throat sore.

I grabbed a beer and collapsed onto the couch where Cas was watching TV. It was some station for teenage girls. (The WC? The CB? The CW?) He was watching some show called ‘Smallville’. This big guy who sort of looked like a puppy dog and so obviously wasn’t really a high school student was walking down the hallway and doing a little flirting. It seemed innocent enough. Then, he barged into this office where some kind of coach (who looked vaguely familiar and pretty hot) was making out with the pretty cute, a little slutty looking girl.

Even when they broke apart it still felt like someone turned up the heat in the house. That was the moment I realize that I was sitting on the couch with someone I’d had sex (a lot of sex) with. In fact we were dangerously close to being in a relationship. Normally after breakfast I would never see my sexual partners again. I had been in a few serious relationships (you could count all of them on one hand) but, they never ended well.

So, I’m a bit ashamed to admit it, sitting next to Castiel made me uncomfortable. He must have sensed that something was off because he kept looking at me but, when I would turn to look at him he would pretend he wasn’t looking. The air was nearly vibrating with tension.

“Ummm… I have to go… meet a guy… about a… thing” I muttered (an obviously BS excuse) and quickly made my way into a different part of the house. After a few hours of giving Cas some space (more like hiding), I decided to turn in early and catch some Zs.

The next morning I awoke from a dream I didn’t quite remember but, can assume from the way I felt that it was a sex dream. I went to bed alone but, Castiel must have crawled into the only bed in the house after I went to sleep because my hard cock was pressed against the angel’s thigh. I must have been rubbing off against him in my sleep. I tried to move away from him without waking him up but as I start to pull away I heard him speak.

“Dean?” he asked.

“Yeah… um… I” I stumbled at an explanation.

“Sh” he shushed me and pulled me back against him. That’s when I noticed that he was hard too.

“Cas…” I’m shocked. “Do you want to…?” I trailed off but he knew what I was asking.

“Yes” he nodded.

“What about Lucifer?” I asked. The two of us hadn’t had sex without him, yet.

“He’s not here” Cas replied plainly. If his breathing hadn’t been just barely noticibly quicker than normal, you would have had no clue that we were discussing sex.

I nodded and pulled him into a kiss. During the first few days of the sex marathon I had gotten used to going to sleep naked, it saved time when I’d only be getting naked again in a few hours. Cas seemed to have gotten used to it too because, he was naked too.

I moved so that I was in the V created by Castiel’s legs. I pushed his knees further apart and placed some pillows under him so I had better access to his hole. I pushed inside with one lubed finger, seeing how much resistance there was. He was looser than he had been the first time we had sex but he was still tight. I pressed my finger into him a few more times, occasionally brushing his prostate, before I added a second finger. I sped up my thrusts as I began to scissor my fingers. Soon he was dripping pre-come and ready for my cock.

I slowly pushed my cock into him, trying to copy what Lucifer normally did, so that I didn’t hurt him. Once all the way in, I paused allowing Castiel to adjust to the intrusion. I started moving again when Castiel’s moans of pleasure at being filled turned into growls of frustration at the lack of friction. I started thrusting leisurely, hitting Castiel’s sweet spot every time, before I gradually sped up. I moved my hands up to stroke and gently pinch Castiel’s nipples. They quickly become hard under my hands.

Soon I had the angel under me on close to orgasm. I thought about making him come over and over again the way Lucifer usually did but then I decided to do something different. I slowed down just enough that Cas was still on the edge of orgasm but not about to come. Then I sped up, letting him near his climax but kept it just out of reach. I keep him on the edge for nearly an hour before I allowed him to explode under me. The sensation of the angel spamming around me brought me to orgasm right after him. I rolled off of him and he curled up against my side. We both just lay there for a little while practically in a sex coma.

Once we could move again we went to the shower to clean ourselves up. (Of course we got dirty again before we got clean if you know what I mean. *Wink, Wink*) After that Castiel made burgers for lunch and we watched some TV. Before bed we screwed over the arm of the couch. Our legs were so shaky that we barely made it up the stairs after that. Things continued like that for the next couple days until Lucifer returned.

When Lucy returned Castiel was resting and I was getting out of the shower. I was ready to give him hell for leaving us when I felt hands roaming over my body. He had taken control of my arms. He was stroking my chest, making my nipples into hard little mounds. I gasped as one hands began to lazily stroke my half-hard cock. Soon I was fully hard and gasping.

“Oh yes *moan* Lucy*groan* right there*gasp* Yes” I ground out. I was so distracted that I didn’t notice one hand leave my nipples and head for my ass until one wet finger was inside of me. I gasped and tried to pull away at first but I couldn’t escape my own fingers.

“It’s ok” Lucifer tried to sooth in my voice.”I’m going to make you feel good.” I didn’t believe him as first but then the finger hit my sweet spot and I felt a jolt of immense pleasure. I began riding the fingers after a second one was added. I nearly lost it when Lucifer began to scissor them. I became a moaning mass and had to lean against the sink to remain on my feet. His pace remained leisurely as he teased me to orgasm. Lucifer’s name became nearly indistinguishable from my moans as I came, collapsing onto the lip of the toilet.

While I sat there trying to catch my breath I heard a noise at the doorway. When I looked up I saw Castiel standing there eyes wide and cock hard. We took care of that with a quick (and hot) blow job. It’s not until 12 hours and 2 rounds of sex later that I realize that I was supposed to be mad at Lucy. By then it was too late.

At first I was a bit mad that he’d deflected my anger with sex (not to say I hadn’t enjoyed it). But maybe it was, as Castiel pointed out, his way to say that he was sorry without subjecting us to a chick flick moment. A part of me agreed that it seemed like a good way. So I let it go for now.

But, within another two weeks I was going stir crazy.

“I want to get the hell out of here!” I hollered one afternoon. “Don’t you fuckin’ dare!” I yelled as I felt my hands move toward my nipples against my will. “You are not going to get out of this with sex. We are going to talk about why you are keeping me in this damn house before I tear the fucking walls down.”

“Ok Dean” Lucifer responded in his placating tone. His voice was so similar to mine yet obviously different. “We will talk. I can’t let you go back. It is dangerous. I don’t want you to get hurt.”

“I’ve been hunting since I was 12. I can handle myself.” I responded harshly.

“This is different Dean. It’s a warzone up there. It would be the angels trying to kill you not just an angry spirit. “

“I need to be up there doing some good, trying to save people. For my own sanity I need to be doing something worthwhile. I don’t care about the danger.” I could feel the energy of the two opposing forces within me. Neither was going to give an inch. “What do you think Cas?” I finally asked. He would be the tie breaker.

“It would be very dangerous Dean. The angels are going to be after all three of us.” He began. I began to get disheartened; Cas was going to choose Lucy’s side. “But it is not right to keep us here. We would be better utilized on the battlefield.” Castiel argued.

“Alright” Lucifer conceded. He has no change of winning an argument against both of us (we can withhold sex for as long as necessary). “You may participate in the war but, you will return to me, here at night. You will take care of each other and not take any foolish risks.” (I’m pretty sure this was mostly directed at me.) “I will continue to use Dean as a vessel only during times of pleasure. Is this acceptable?” Castiel and I both nodded. Then we proceeded to seal the deal with more than a kiss *Wink Wink*.

Lucy made good on his part and we made good on ours. So from then on I helped people and tried to stop the apocalypse during the day while having hot sex involving Lucifer and an angel at night. Not a very normal life but, a pretty good one if you ask m (or my downstairs brain).

AN: So what do you think? Please drop me a review, they make my day. The ending wasn’t what I originally planned (originally Lucy made an impala and they drove on a road he created forever) but Dean wouldn’t have that. So you get this. I hope it’s ok. There will be one more chapter sort of answering two fan requests. One will be serious and one will be crack. This is the video from Smallville http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1uqi4oR_ZZI&feature=related (start watching at 3:13).

Also I now have a Twitter that is solely focused on updates about my writing (if I got anything done today, when the next chapter will be up ext.) If you interested you can start watching it here: https://twitter.com/Mystic7194 Thanks for reading. Until next time J

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Love Before the Fall (chapter 3 of 5)

Sun, 07 Jun 2009 05:22:56 GMT

Title: Love Before the Fall (3 of 5)
Rating: R
Warnings: Explicit sex, slash, multiple orgasms, sort of threesome (three minds but only two bodies), multiple orgasms
Pairing: (Lucifer/Dean)/Castiel
Spoilers: Early season 4
Disclaimer: Castiel and Dean are not mine
Summery: Castiel reunintes with his old lover and a new one.

AN: I wanted to have this up on Wednesday night but, obviously that didn’t happen. I had trouble just sitting down and getting it done. Also, real life was kicking my ass. (It’s hard to babysit a 9 year old and find time to write sex scenes.) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Castiel slowly returns to consciousness. He’s sitting in a large plush armchair. He can’t remember how he got there. The last thing he remembers are bright flashes of light before everything went dark.

First things first, he checks on the wellbeing of his vessel. He appears to be missing both his trench coat and suit jacket, in addition to his remaining cloths being incredibly disheveled but, he doesn’t appear to be harmed. He reminds himself that just because he hasn’t been hurt yet, that doesn’t mean he’s not in danger.

Castiel stands up to examine his surroundings. He’s sitting in the middle of a small windowless blue room about 5 ft by 5 ft. The armchair is the only piece of furniture in the room. On one of the walls in front of him there is a closed door. He can’t reach it though. On the wooden floor beneath his chair is carved the angel version of a devil’s trap. Cas paces the perimeter of his invisible cage a few times before he collapses back in the chair. There doesn’t appear to be any other ways out. He seems to be trapped. So for now all he can do is wait. Hopefully whoever brought him here will come back.

He doesn’t have to wait long before the door creeks open. Castiel is surprised when Dean Winchester steps into the room stopping just short of the circle where Cas is trapped.

“Dean?” the name becomes a question.

“Sort of” his eyes swim with pale red, the color of blood (and love, a traitorous part of Castiel’s mind whispers to him).

“Lucifer” Castiel tries to sound disgusted but, other emotions sneak in.

“Yes Castiel it’s me” Lucifer begins to pace the outer perimeter of the circle. “I came back to you. I missed you. I watched you while I was sealed away.” He moves inside to circle Castiel. The angel’s eyes follow his but otherwise he remains motionless.

“I choose this body for you.” Lucifer continues. “I could tell how much you like it. I could see it in your eyes the first time you saw him, when you saved him from the pit. Your feelings have only grown since then. They’ve grown so hard to ignore, so hard to fight.” He leans over the side of the invade Castiel’s personal space.

“I’ll tell you a secret” he whispers in the angel’s ear. “You don’t have to fight it. He wants it too. He wants to fill you with pleasure and feel you wreathing beneath him. We both do. We know you want it. You can have it. Just say the word and we’ll give it to you.” Dean (no, not Dean, Lucifer ) moves around behind Castiel. His hands teasingly ghost over the angel’s shoulder, not quite touching, making part of the angel ache for contact. Castiel knows there are half a dozen reasons why he shouldn’t have sex with Dean Winchester and another two dozen reasons why he shouldn’t have sex with Lucifer. The problem is he can’t remember any of them.

“We want to make you feel good Castiel” Lucifer continues in Dean’s sexiest voice. He moves around to face Castiel. He takes hold of his arm, finally touching him, and asks “Will you let us?”

Castiel tries to think of a reason to say no; instead his mind fills with reasons to say yes. He feels overwhelmed, like his mind is stuffed with cotton. He can’t think straight but, even through the haze he knows that he wants this.

Castiel nods his head and whispers “yes”. Lucifer waves Dean’s hand causing the symbols carved into the floor to burn away. They gently lead Castiel through the door into the adjoining room. It is larger and very well furnished, especially compared to the room that Castiel had woken up in, but the piece of furniture that catches Castiel’s eye is the large four poster bed he’s being led to.

They pause by the side of the bed. Lucifer pulls Castiel in by his shirt for a deep kiss. Castiel gasps at the sudden show of affection. Lucifer uses the opportunity to slip his tongue into the angel’s mouth.
Lucifer breaks off the kiss so he can push Castiel face-up onto the bed.

Lucifer straddles the angel, taking one more sensual kiss, before moving down to remove the angel’s shoes and socks. He massages the angel’s feet slowly, hitting every sweet spot below Castiel’s ankles, making him gasp. Then comes Castiel’s tie, which Lucifer discards. They’ll have enough time to put it to a better use later. Next, Lucifer removes Castiel’s shirt slowly, button-by-button. He kisses, licks, sucks on every inch of skin as it is slowly exposed. He leaves a trail of marks across Castiel’s skin until he reaches the belly button. Lucifer sticks Dean’s tongue into the small opening and Castiel gasps. Lucifer begins to slowly fuck Castiel’s bellybutton with the hunter’s tongue. Castiel wreaths and bucks into every thrust. Castiel is breathless by the time Lucifer moves on.

Now Lucifer turns his attention to Castiel’s pants. His belt is quickly unbuckled and his pants removed. Lucifer starts around Castiel’s ankle before kissing and caressing his way up. He reaches Castiel’s tighty-whities and Castiel bucks up, begging him with his body to go further but, Lucifer smiles teasingly, an expression that makes Dean look adorably sinful, and leisurely repeats his ministrations on the other leg.

Finally all that remains are Castiel’s underwear, stretched obscenely tight over the angel’s swollen cock. Lucifer pulls the underwear off and Castiel’s cock springs free, red and full. Both it and Castiel seem more then eager to get this show on the road.

“Ready?” Lucifer asks him, teasingly. He’s already gotten himself naked during a moment when Castiel was distracted. Being the prince of darkness did have its perks.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes” Castiel pants out. Lucifer moves his legs so that their over Dean’s shoulders, granting him better access. He feels something hard at his entrance and closes his eyes in anticipation of being breached.

He feels the pressure of something wet enter him. He accidentally lets go a noise of confusion. Something doesn’t seem right. He looks down and is surprised to find Dean’s finger inside of him, not his cock. It’s not unpleasant but, it’s not what he wants. Lucifer must understand what Castiel is feeling because he tries to calm him.

“Sh” he tries to sooth. “You body is much more delicate down here. I need to stretch you or it might hurt. We’ll get there. Don’t worry.” Castiel accepts his lover’s words and allows himself to be stretched. Being stretched with one finger merely feels a bit strange but, a few thrusts after adding a second finger Lucifer hits Castiel’s prostate. After that Castiel enjoys being prepared.

As wonderful as that was, Castiel knows the best is yet to come. Castiel again feels something nudging his entrance and this time he knows that it’s Dean’s cock. With one quick thrust it’s buried deep within Castiel’s ass, just nudging the prostate. Here Lucifer pauses for a moment.

“Dean, how do you feel finally getting what you want?” Lucifer asks the other occupant of the body.

“Um… uh…” Deans stutters, his voice easily distinguishable from Lucifer’s. He’s caught off guard like a school child called on unexpectedly by the teacher mid-lecture.

“Come on Dean” Lucifer coaxes. “What do you feel?”

“Warm” Dean answers after a little while. “It’s so warm inside Cas. It’s like my cock is wrapped in a living blanket that’s pulsing around it.”

“Is it good?” Lucifer asks.

“Yes” Dean nods enthusiastically. “Very good, wonderful. I want to stay here forever.” By this point Castiel is going insane from the stillness inside of him. He wants them to move. He tries to move himself, to get at least some friction. Lucifer notices.

“Oh. We’ve been neglecting our boy for too long. We need to fix that” Lucifer says to Dean or maybe himself. Dean nods.

“Tell me what you need Castiel” Lucifer commands. “I’ll do it but, first you have to say it.“ Castiel takes a minute to calm himself. Then the words come out clearly as if he’s not in the middle of having mind blowing sex.

“I need you to move, please Lucifer.” Lucifer places a light kiss on Castiel’s lips and begins to thrust slowly and deeply. Every movement hits the angel’s sweet spot, driving breathy noises, a cross between a moan and a gasp, from Castiel. Castiel tries to match Lucifer’s thrusts with his own in an attempt to drive Dean’s cock deeper within him. Lucifer sped up as the noises from Castiel became more and more incoherent. It may have been millennia since Lucifer has heard the tantalizing sounds, but he can still recognizes the noises Castiel makes as he gets close to coming. A few more quick, deep thrusts accompanied by teeth in just the right spot on the angel’s neck and Castiel is brought to an explosive orgasm.

Lucifer stills as Castiel arches beneath him. He moans loudly, a noise more akin to those you would expect from a porn star rather than a warrior of God, as he spills his seed between their bodies. He collapses back upon the bed, overwhelmed by the feelings that are both so similar and distinctly different from the orgasms he’d felt in heaven.

Lucas stares down at the angel who he’s still inside. He lets the angel rest for a moment before leaning in close to ask Castiel a question in Dean’s deep sex voice broken up by licks, kisses and bites.

“How *kiss* many *lick* times *kiss* do *lick* you *bite* think *lick* this *kiss* body *lick* can *bite* come?” Castiel is half hard again by the time Lucifer finishes the question.

Lucifer continues to lavish attention on Castiel’s neck as he resumes his thrusts, slow and deep. Occasionally he pairs a particularly deep thrust with a bite to one of the sensitive places on Castiel’s neck. It takes longer than the first time but soon Castiel is brought to his second orgasm.

Lucifer pauses briefly as Castiel comes before continuing his thrusts. He speeds up the thrusts this time, pulsing into Castiel faster but just as deep. Castiel’s cock is tired from already coming twice and thus is slow to respond but, Lucifer continues at a steady pace until Castiel is coming a third time.

For the fourth go around Lucifer takes Castiel cock in his hand and strokes it in time with his thrusts. Even with the dual sensations it takes Castiel’s tired form a long time to reach orgasm but, Lucifer is patient. He keeps his movements in a even rhythm with the intermittent kiss or bite and it eventually rewarded with Castiel’s fourth orgasm. By this time Castiel is too hoarse to even moan so his orgasm is accompanied by a strangled gasp.

After Castiel comes the fourth time, Lucifer follows. He spills his seed deep into Castiel’s body. He pulls out and simply stares at the angel beneath him. He refamiliarizes himself with his lover’s body. He catalogs everything new and refreshes his memory of everything else.

After a little while he reaches over to the bedside table and retrieves a wet washcloth. He gently wipes the cum from first his then his lover’s body. Next he crawls into bed, wrapping himself around his lover.

Lying on the large bed with both the lover he’d never thought he’d touch again and the lover he’d never though he could have wrapped around him Castiel realizes that he is happiest he has felt in millennia.

AN: Okay there it is. I hope that was worth the wait. Review with comments or question (they make my day). The next chapter will hopefully be up in about a week but, life is getting hectic for me so I’m not making promises. The next chapter should be the last one. I’m probably going to write from Dean’s point of view about his relationship with Cas and Lucifer. It should be good. Until next time :)

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