Wrote a Dean/Cas/Dean fic for someone on tumblr
I'm not particularly happy with it but I figure it might make someone happy somewhere????
Title: The Self
Author: captainswank
Pairing: Dean/2014!Cas/2014!Dean, the tiniest hint of Wincest
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,719
Summary: PWP. After I watched 5x04 I wanted some Dean/Cas/Dean. It's sort of a sequel to this but it can stand alone.
Warnings: Double penetration and angst.
“So how about it, Dean? You down to fuck?” Cas’s casual words are so unexpected and sudden that Dean’s body just grinds to a halt in the doorway, beads gently tinkling behind him in the aftermath of his stunned silence.
It takes Dean a beat to get his mental shit together before he narrows his eyes and tilts his head towards Castiel.
“Come again?” he asks, his tone hovering somewhere between “Did I Mishear You?” and “Are You Freakin’ High?”
“I asked if I could interest you in a good dicking, Dean, it’s not like you come in here for much else.”
Dean begins to realize that with every word this conversation is dragging him further and further out of his depth. It takes him another confused moment to realize that he’s only been in Cas’s cabin once before, and of course Cas was referring to the regular extra-curricular activities of his future self.
“What, are we...you saying we’re... we’re fuck buddies now?” Dean tries, eyebrows raised.
“That would be putting it generously.” Cas tips his head to the side and smiles, and Dean sees something dark and sharp reflected in the blue of his eyes. “You used me the first time, Dean. And after that I guess it wasn’t that hard for you to keep taking-” Cas takes a shaky step towards him “-and taking-” and another “-and taking until I just became another hole to fuck, and... maybe a couple of unsteady hands to hold a gun.” Cas sighs and presses himself right up against Dean, and runs trembling fingers across his brow as if to prove a point.
“No,” Dean breathes, “I wouldn’t use...” Dean shakes himself up a bit, tries to pull himself together now that it feels like everything has fallen apart. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude, I was just giving you a hand back there, back then, helping you become a man, right? Being a good-”
“What, a good friend?” Cas barks out a laugh, his head thrown back. A good brother? Dean’s mind supplies, and he winces. “That’s rich. I’m sure you believe that BS as much as I do.” Cas’s voice becomes a whisper as he presses wet lips to Dean’s ear. “I know you, Dean. I knew you then and I know you now.”
Dean narrows his eyes but cannot draw them away as Castiel pulls back and continues.
“I mean, are you really surprised? It’s not like you treat anyone else any differently, here and now. Just soldiers in your little army.” Cas’s words are laced with a mocking lilt. “And what would make me so special as to deserve anything better?” Cas laughs again, too loud and too short, his gaze finally dropping to the floor.
“Because you’re a-” And Castiel’s eyes snap up to meet Dean’s again, a look that insists upon his silence.
“Not anymore, Dean.” Cas’s words are so soft, so gentle. Dean isn’t even sure if he hears them. “Not anymore.” Cas’s lips are against his, then, as soft and gentle as his words.
And Dean wonders how this could happen, how it feels like just yesterday he was the broken one, trying to suck solace from an angel’s grace. But now he’s in this rotted future where it’s all gone to shit and the very same angel clings to him with desperation. As if he can provide redemption. As if, through him, Cas can be saved.
Dean can’t figure out how that’s fucking fair, so this time he really does give. Of course he knows that time before was all bullshit, that he was using the body of an angel of the lord to fill a space that only one human soul could occupy. So maybe it’s too little, too late, but he knows he owes Cas, and that Cas deserves something. And if Dean can really, honestly give him what he wants now - to be held or to be shown that he has some value outside of that of a fucking tool, or anything - Dean will give it to him. If in his future all he does is fuck everything up, maybe he can do something right, here and now. So he lets Cas in, a little.
Dean realizes that this is the first time he’s ever kissed Castiel.
Cas’s beard catches on Dean’s stubble, and it’s definitely different from doing this with Sam, who always keeps his skin so smooth. Dean mentally slugs himself because this time really isn’t about him and how he fucked up with his brother, and he locks Sam out of his mind while the heat of his shame melts the key.
Cas’s tongue slides inside Dean’s mouth and Dean’s so familiar with the taste of desperation that he licks it willingly from Cas’s lips. It might make him sick when he swallows it down, when he feels it twist up his insides. It tastes far too much like his own human misery and it reminds him of the last time - the first time? - he did this with Cas, and that old caustic hatred, that all-consuming loathing for the self bubbles up and threatens the stiffness of his prick.
But Cas’s lips are so soft against his own, in contrast with the rough of his beard, and there’s no way a guy could go limp against a fallen angel who moans like a whore. Dean wants to take some more time to drink in this Cas since he’ll never taste him again, because this future will never, ever come to pass. But before he can suck on Cas’s lips and tongue his mouth is gone and he’s dropped to his knees. Cas’s shaking fingers only stumble over his belt and his zipper for a second before he’s pulling out Dean’s cock and slipping his spit-shiny lips over the head.
Dean gasps because it’s so good and everything’s so fucking tied up here, so warped inside his head. What the hell is this, now? What is- is this using Cas’s wet hot mouth, is this giving Cas whatever control he needs? It’s not like they’re joined together in some bullshit spiritual way, not like this could create any of that “shared perception” crap. But Dean thinks for a second that maybe it can, maybe it is, because now he knows that even something heavenly and pure and beautiful can crash down to earth and willingly join him in his filth and his dirt to do something this fucked up and fucking human.
And then Dean can’t think anymore because Cas has taken the whole rock-hard length of his cock down his throat like he doesn’t have to breathe. He pulls off so slowly, sucking so loudly, and Dean looks down because he has to see his dick in between those lips. When he does he finds Cas staring back, and Dean can’t pull his eyes from the ones focussed on his own any more than he can pull his cock from the warmth and wetness of Cas’s mouth.
Cas has his hand gently pumping Dean’s shaft and his tongue in his slit when the bead curtain jingles again, and it’s gunshot-loud to Dean but Cas doesn’t even seem to notice, just sucks hard around the head when Dean turns towards the intruder.
Dean’s looking into his own eyes for a second oh, is that hatred back, but mirrored and endlessly recursive, but then the other him turns to the remnants of an angel with a cock down its throat, and he smirks.
“Shit, Cas, you little slut.” The other Dean saunters over and Cas finally stops, laughing a little, head bowed and hand still gripping Dean tight.
“Mm, yes, and what can I do you for?” Cas breathes against Dean. He puts his hands against Cas’s shoulders and pushes him back because this is it, he’s done, this is too much to ask. Make the ride stop, he wants to get off. Wants to go home.
But the future Dean keeps advancing until he’s face to face with Dean, and his hand is resting on Cas’s head, fingers tangled in Cas’s hair. Dean’s not an idiot, not when it comes to this, and no, no, nope, not happening, he’s out. Until Cas speaks.
“Oh, is it my birthday?” For a second Dean is thrown by Cas’s turn of phrase, but it’s no more bizarre than anything that’s going on in this cabin in 2014. He stares at Cas as if he could stare inside him, to figure him out, but the angel’s eyes are practically sparkling and the other Dean laughs because someone’s excited about getting twice the dick tonight.
Before Dean can even start to voice any misgivings he might have about throwing himself headlong into a threesome with his fucked up future self and a broken angel that’s high as balls, Cas has made the decision for him and put his lips back on Dean’s dick. From here all he can do is throw his head back, slip his hands around Cas’s head, and hold on tight. Dean moans low in his throat, but the sound is overpowered by a derisive laugh from the other Dean. Dean doesn’t even know when he got so close, against the wall with him and pressed up against his side.
“Look asshole, you’re doing it wrong. See, Cas here likes it a little rougher, like this,” the other Dean mutters into his ear. That’s all the warning they get before he yanks Cas off the cock in his throat, drags him over on his knees, and forces his own thick erection into Cas’s mouth. And then the other Dean is off, fucking into Cas with everything he’s got, slamming into him as deep as he can go.
Dean can’t help but watch how Cas takes it, hearing how he makes these little wet choking noises when the other Dean’s cock hits the back of his throat. He never gives Cas any time to swallow so it’s getting pretty messy, wetness forced out of his mouth and dripping down his chin. Dean would worry about Cas and his abused throat but the man on his knees is moaning in between thrusts, steady but strangled with his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure. A stray thought sidles up to Dean and rubs across his consciousness, so he’s trained his angel well, but before he can think on it any further the other Dean pulls out, Cas’s spit clinging thickly to his wet cock. Cas’s breathing is heavy and his eyes are shut tight, his voice fucked rough and raw and Dean can barely hear him.
“Now that you’ve had your lesson, it’s time for the hands-on portion of the evening,” he rasps. Dean’s not so keen on getting any more up close and personal with his future self, not really into getting any closer than he has to.
The other Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry dude, it’s only gay if balls are touching,” he deadpans. And sure, that was Dean’s biggest problem with this whole shindig, but yet again Dean can’t really think about it because Castiel has a hand around his shaft and is gently guiding it towards his mouth. Cas takes the heads of both cocks into his mouth, tongue flat and pressing and sliding against them. He moans as he licks the precome out of their slits, pumping them both with his hands while he does it.
As Dean’s cock rubs up against the other Dean’s, he decides that maybe he can think of this as some fucked up form of masturbation. With a fallen angel from the future.
Beside him the other Dean groans loudly in rough pleasure and throws his head back. “Fuck yes, Cas, you love this.” Cas confirms it with an eager moan, high in his throat, while he slurps down the cocks in front of him, switching quickly from one identical and gleaming head to the other. “You’re gonna take all this dick inside you and you’re gonna love it.” Cas just grips their cocks a little harder and is practically purring, ceaseless little sounds of pleasure rolling out of him. Dean’s thinking about what Cas’s face would look like with two loads of come all over it but pretty soon the other Dean is pulling out and rubbing the wet head of his cock slowly up and down the smoother parts of Cas’s cheek.
“Well now, I think it’s about time we get to the main attraction. Get your ass naked, Cas, and then get it on the bed.”
Dean’s starting to give less and less of a fuck about the insanity of the situation, as the sheer force of his arousal turns down that internal screaming - the constant stream of disgust and hatred and strange and buzzing fear - until it’s down to a whisper.
Cas is laid out so pretty on the bed that Dean has to join him. He has to taste him, to lick into his mouth and suck on his neck and his chest and his thighs, until he’s face-to-dick with Cas’s crotch and his hands come up to touch it. He slides a finger behind Cas’s balls but stops when Cas’s laugh is perfectly in synch with his future self’s.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” His other self wears a smile that’ll never reach his eyes, but Dean has to investigate for himself, and his finger slips into a hole that’s lubed and hot and open, like Cas has had all sorts of dick in him today, or at the very least he’s got himself nice and ready for Dean, or possibly for Deans.
“Go ahead, you can help yourself,” the other Dean offers, humour perceptible in his words but not his face. Dean doesn’t want to hesitate anymore, doesn’t think he even can. Together they flip Cas over and then he’s on his hands and knees, ass in the air and on display for Dean. Dean presses the head of his cock against Cas’s hot hole and tries to shove away each and every dark and clinging thought in his mind as at the same time, he watches himself push into Cas’s mouth.
Dean gasps as he slides into Cas, trying to go slow and easy. But Cas is pushing back against him and doesn’t stop until Dean is balls deep in his ass. Both Deans begin with the same rhythm, enjoying the sweet wet heat of Cas’s body and the drag of him against their skin. Cas’s moans are muffled by the other Dean’s cock and soon the man allows him to pull his head off it as he coughs a little and swallows.
“Harder,” Cas begs, rough voice made softer by his pleading tone. Dean kicks it up a notch gives it to him a little more, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. “Harder.” It’s a whisper this time, and the other Dean’s cock rubs wet streaks against his nose and his forehead. Dean puts his back into it, thrusting into Cas, and the room is filled with the sound of body meeting body. “Harder.” Cas is commanding him now, and Dean gives it all he’s got. Now Cas is crying out, pleased, and the bed slams against the wall with every thrust. The other Dean has picked up the pace as well, and Cas trembles and shakes between them.
“That’s it, Cas, yeah. This is a dream come true for you, isn’t it, never thought you’d have my cock shoved down your throat and up your ass at the same time, did you?”
Dean meets his own eyes again, across both the distance of Cas between them and across the distance of time, and he has to look away. Maybe he’d thought of this once, for a silly teenage moment, years and years ago, before he knew how fucked up shapeshifters and shit like that could be. Because he’s not gonna lie, he’s pretty damn pretty. But when he looks over to the other man he knows it’s not him, and whatever it is has been so badly damaged that it’s left twisted, ugly, bent. Dean’s almost sure he hasn’t quite gotten there yet. But he doesn’t have to look at the other Dean, so he looks down and spreads Castiel wide, and he watches as his cock smoothly disappear in and then out of Cas’s tightly clenching hole.
They flip Cas on his back so his head hangs over the side of the bed. Dean watches as his future self slowly slides every inch of his cock down Cas’s willing throat, until it has totally disappeared and he’s pressed right up against Cas’s face. He holds him there, but as the moment drags on and it occurs to Dean that Castiel might need to breathe, all he can do is ignore the sickness in his gut that thought creates and he keeps on fucking into the hole he’s buried in. He fucks in and in and in and then his future self just has to fucking talk again.
“Bet you’ve never done this before,” the other Dean says with a smirk, before pulling out of Cas’s mouth and manoeuvring him into Dean’s arms. “Actually, no bet, I know you’ve never done this before.” He’s got Cas basically sitting on Dean’s dick now, Dean spread out underneath him, and he’s pouring more lube on his own cock and fingers. He splays his other hand across Cas’s back and pushes and bends him forward. Cas’s desperate face is inches away from Dean’s, watching hungrily as Dean’s eyes widen when he realizes that a couple of thick fingers have joined his cock inside the man who was once an angel.
“Holy crap, that is-that is not going to fit,” Dean gasps, ‘cause he’s caught on pretty quick.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” the other Dean laughs, and now it’s his cock joining Dean’s up inside Cas instead of his fingers. Dean thinks this is wrong and bad and they should stop because a line has been crossed here, and his cock is pressed up against his cock inside of a fallen angel, and Castiel’s face is contorting in pain and he’s making little noises of hurt every time the other Dean moves. But it’s so tight, so unbelievably tight, and he just lets his head fall back and enjoys the pressure and the friction as the other Dean moves.
“Fuck,” Castiel whispers, and it goes straight to Dean’s cock. “Fuck, Dean, fuck, fuck, fuck,” and the words come out with the other Dean’s every thrust. Dean can’t help but groan loudly ‘cause it feels so damn good, and his other self’s just babbling, totally lost in it.
“Look at him, look at him, stuffed full of dick. This is what makes you happy, huh? This what makes you happy, Cas?”
“Oh fuck yes, please, please-” and Cas is lost in it too, because it’s so much, too much. Dean’s not sure how long it goes on for, the firm grip of sensation distorting time, but soon his other self drags him away from pleasure’s rough hold and pulls him back to earth.
“This has been fun but it’s not like I don’t have more important shit on my plate right now.” The other Dean just pulls his cock out of Cas, quick and rough, and Cas can’t hold back a moan of pain. But after Dean slowly slides out Cas is down on the floor on his knees with his head tilted back and his mouth open wide. Dean’s been thinking about this too hard to pass up the opportunity, and soon he’s stumbling off the bed and up next to his future self, jacking it to a rhythm perfectly matched with the man beside him.
If Dean could think straight he’d be proud of himself for finally starring in his own porno, because it’s crazy and it’s fucked but both Deans come at the same time, their cocks shooting hot jizz all over Castiel’s face. He catches some in his mouth, on his tongue, over his lips. Thick strings of it land on his cheek and in his beard, across his forehead and eyes and the bridge of his nose. He takes the money shot like a champ and lets some of it spill out over his lips before he licks them and swallows down what ended up in his mouth. His eyes are closed and his head’s tipped up and he’s in prayer, worshipping at the feet of Dean Winchester, savouring the taste of their come.
He wipes his eyes clean with the back of his hand and then Dean watches as he stares into his future self. It’s silent and terrifying and it’s like the air is thick with something poisonous as the seconds creep by and the gaze never breaks.
Dean could fucking laugh.
He doesn’t.
Something breaks the spell or the curse or whatever the hell it is now because the other Dean’s pulling on his pants and is already at the door while Dean’s still naked and struck dumb.
The other Dean smiles, and it’s ugly. “Well. Wasn’t that an experience.” He takes in the mess of the hot and humid room before he graces Dean with a curt nod of his head. Then he narrows his eyes and asks, “we having fun yet?” before he’s out the door and now Dean can’t shoot him, or punch him, or give him anything resembling an answer.
Cas is still on his knees, head down and silent, and Dean busies himself with finding him a towel. He grabs one, heads over, hands it to him, stops.
He looks down at Cas’s cock, still hard.
“Cas.” Dean drags his hands roughly through his hair, over his face, and he’s wrecked, absolutely fucking done. Always surprised at each new level of exhaustion he can reach, at how long he can go while running on empty. “Cas. Why don’t you leave me?” Dean whispers with his broken voice.
He doesn’t think he really wants an answer.
Of course Cas gives him one.
“Leave you?” This time the fallen angel’s smile looks terrifyingly real. “Oh, Dean Winchester. How could I ever leave you?”
Title: The Self
Author: captainswank
Pairing: Dean/2014!Cas/2014!Dean, the tiniest hint of Wincest
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,719
Summary: PWP. After I watched 5x04 I wanted some Dean/Cas/Dean. It's sort of a sequel to this but it can stand alone.
Warnings: Double penetration and angst.
“So how about it, Dean? You down to fuck?” Cas’s casual words are so unexpected and sudden that Dean’s body just grinds to a halt in the doorway, beads gently tinkling behind him in the aftermath of his stunned silence.
It takes Dean a beat to get his mental shit together before he narrows his eyes and tilts his head towards Castiel.
“Come again?” he asks, his tone hovering somewhere between “Did I Mishear You?” and “Are You Freakin’ High?”
“I asked if I could interest you in a good dicking, Dean, it’s not like you come in here for much else.”
Dean begins to realize that with every word this conversation is dragging him further and further out of his depth. It takes him another confused moment to realize that he’s only been in Cas’s cabin once before, and of course Cas was referring to the regular extra-curricular activities of his future self.
“What, are we...you saying we’re... we’re fuck buddies now?” Dean tries, eyebrows raised.
“That would be putting it generously.” Cas tips his head to the side and smiles, and Dean sees something dark and sharp reflected in the blue of his eyes. “You used me the first time, Dean. And after that I guess it wasn’t that hard for you to keep taking-” Cas takes a shaky step towards him “-and taking-” and another “-and taking until I just became another hole to fuck, and... maybe a couple of unsteady hands to hold a gun.” Cas sighs and presses himself right up against Dean, and runs trembling fingers across his brow as if to prove a point.
“No,” Dean breathes, “I wouldn’t use...” Dean shakes himself up a bit, tries to pull himself together now that it feels like everything has fallen apart. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, dude, I was just giving you a hand back there, back then, helping you become a man, right? Being a good-”
“What, a good friend?” Cas barks out a laugh, his head thrown back. A good brother? Dean’s mind supplies, and he winces. “That’s rich. I’m sure you believe that BS as much as I do.” Cas’s voice becomes a whisper as he presses wet lips to Dean’s ear. “I know you, Dean. I knew you then and I know you now.”
Dean narrows his eyes but cannot draw them away as Castiel pulls back and continues.
“I mean, are you really surprised? It’s not like you treat anyone else any differently, here and now. Just soldiers in your little army.” Cas’s words are laced with a mocking lilt. “And what would make me so special as to deserve anything better?” Cas laughs again, too loud and too short, his gaze finally dropping to the floor.
“Because you’re a-” And Castiel’s eyes snap up to meet Dean’s again, a look that insists upon his silence.
“Not anymore, Dean.” Cas’s words are so soft, so gentle. Dean isn’t even sure if he hears them. “Not anymore.” Cas’s lips are against his, then, as soft and gentle as his words.
And Dean wonders how this could happen, how it feels like just yesterday he was the broken one, trying to suck solace from an angel’s grace. But now he’s in this rotted future where it’s all gone to shit and the very same angel clings to him with desperation. As if he can provide redemption. As if, through him, Cas can be saved.
Dean can’t figure out how that’s fucking fair, so this time he really does give. Of course he knows that time before was all bullshit, that he was using the body of an angel of the lord to fill a space that only one human soul could occupy. So maybe it’s too little, too late, but he knows he owes Cas, and that Cas deserves something. And if Dean can really, honestly give him what he wants now - to be held or to be shown that he has some value outside of that of a fucking tool, or anything - Dean will give it to him. If in his future all he does is fuck everything up, maybe he can do something right, here and now. So he lets Cas in, a little.
Dean realizes that this is the first time he’s ever kissed Castiel.
Cas’s beard catches on Dean’s stubble, and it’s definitely different from doing this with Sam, who always keeps his skin so smooth. Dean mentally slugs himself because this time really isn’t about him and how he fucked up with his brother, and he locks Sam out of his mind while the heat of his shame melts the key.
Cas’s tongue slides inside Dean’s mouth and Dean’s so familiar with the taste of desperation that he licks it willingly from Cas’s lips. It might make him sick when he swallows it down, when he feels it twist up his insides. It tastes far too much like his own human misery and it reminds him of the last time - the first time? - he did this with Cas, and that old caustic hatred, that all-consuming loathing for the self bubbles up and threatens the stiffness of his prick.
But Cas’s lips are so soft against his own, in contrast with the rough of his beard, and there’s no way a guy could go limp against a fallen angel who moans like a whore. Dean wants to take some more time to drink in this Cas since he’ll never taste him again, because this future will never, ever come to pass. But before he can suck on Cas’s lips and tongue his mouth is gone and he’s dropped to his knees. Cas’s shaking fingers only stumble over his belt and his zipper for a second before he’s pulling out Dean’s cock and slipping his spit-shiny lips over the head.
Dean gasps because it’s so good and everything’s so fucking tied up here, so warped inside his head. What the hell is this, now? What is- is this using Cas’s wet hot mouth, is this giving Cas whatever control he needs? It’s not like they’re joined together in some bullshit spiritual way, not like this could create any of that “shared perception” crap. But Dean thinks for a second that maybe it can, maybe it is, because now he knows that even something heavenly and pure and beautiful can crash down to earth and willingly join him in his filth and his dirt to do something this fucked up and fucking human.
And then Dean can’t think anymore because Cas has taken the whole rock-hard length of his cock down his throat like he doesn’t have to breathe. He pulls off so slowly, sucking so loudly, and Dean looks down because he has to see his dick in between those lips. When he does he finds Cas staring back, and Dean can’t pull his eyes from the ones focussed on his own any more than he can pull his cock from the warmth and wetness of Cas’s mouth.
Cas has his hand gently pumping Dean’s shaft and his tongue in his slit when the bead curtain jingles again, and it’s gunshot-loud to Dean but Cas doesn’t even seem to notice, just sucks hard around the head when Dean turns towards the intruder.
Dean’s looking into his own eyes for a second oh, is that hatred back, but mirrored and endlessly recursive, but then the other him turns to the remnants of an angel with a cock down its throat, and he smirks.
“Shit, Cas, you little slut.” The other Dean saunters over and Cas finally stops, laughing a little, head bowed and hand still gripping Dean tight.
“Mm, yes, and what can I do you for?” Cas breathes against Dean. He puts his hands against Cas’s shoulders and pushes him back because this is it, he’s done, this is too much to ask. Make the ride stop, he wants to get off. Wants to go home.
But the future Dean keeps advancing until he’s face to face with Dean, and his hand is resting on Cas’s head, fingers tangled in Cas’s hair. Dean’s not an idiot, not when it comes to this, and no, no, nope, not happening, he’s out. Until Cas speaks.
“Oh, is it my birthday?” For a second Dean is thrown by Cas’s turn of phrase, but it’s no more bizarre than anything that’s going on in this cabin in 2014. He stares at Cas as if he could stare inside him, to figure him out, but the angel’s eyes are practically sparkling and the other Dean laughs because someone’s excited about getting twice the dick tonight.
Before Dean can even start to voice any misgivings he might have about throwing himself headlong into a threesome with his fucked up future self and a broken angel that’s high as balls, Cas has made the decision for him and put his lips back on Dean’s dick. From here all he can do is throw his head back, slip his hands around Cas’s head, and hold on tight. Dean moans low in his throat, but the sound is overpowered by a derisive laugh from the other Dean. Dean doesn’t even know when he got so close, against the wall with him and pressed up against his side.
“Look asshole, you’re doing it wrong. See, Cas here likes it a little rougher, like this,” the other Dean mutters into his ear. That’s all the warning they get before he yanks Cas off the cock in his throat, drags him over on his knees, and forces his own thick erection into Cas’s mouth. And then the other Dean is off, fucking into Cas with everything he’s got, slamming into him as deep as he can go.
Dean can’t help but watch how Cas takes it, hearing how he makes these little wet choking noises when the other Dean’s cock hits the back of his throat. He never gives Cas any time to swallow so it’s getting pretty messy, wetness forced out of his mouth and dripping down his chin. Dean would worry about Cas and his abused throat but the man on his knees is moaning in between thrusts, steady but strangled with his eyebrows drawn together in pleasure. A stray thought sidles up to Dean and rubs across his consciousness, so he’s trained his angel well, but before he can think on it any further the other Dean pulls out, Cas’s spit clinging thickly to his wet cock. Cas’s breathing is heavy and his eyes are shut tight, his voice fucked rough and raw and Dean can barely hear him.
“Now that you’ve had your lesson, it’s time for the hands-on portion of the evening,” he rasps. Dean’s not so keen on getting any more up close and personal with his future self, not really into getting any closer than he has to.
The other Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t worry dude, it’s only gay if balls are touching,” he deadpans. And sure, that was Dean’s biggest problem with this whole shindig, but yet again Dean can’t really think about it because Castiel has a hand around his shaft and is gently guiding it towards his mouth. Cas takes the heads of both cocks into his mouth, tongue flat and pressing and sliding against them. He moans as he licks the precome out of their slits, pumping them both with his hands while he does it.
As Dean’s cock rubs up against the other Dean’s, he decides that maybe he can think of this as some fucked up form of masturbation. With a fallen angel from the future.
Beside him the other Dean groans loudly in rough pleasure and throws his head back. “Fuck yes, Cas, you love this.” Cas confirms it with an eager moan, high in his throat, while he slurps down the cocks in front of him, switching quickly from one identical and gleaming head to the other. “You’re gonna take all this dick inside you and you’re gonna love it.” Cas just grips their cocks a little harder and is practically purring, ceaseless little sounds of pleasure rolling out of him. Dean’s thinking about what Cas’s face would look like with two loads of come all over it but pretty soon the other Dean is pulling out and rubbing the wet head of his cock slowly up and down the smoother parts of Cas’s cheek.
“Well now, I think it’s about time we get to the main attraction. Get your ass naked, Cas, and then get it on the bed.”
Dean’s starting to give less and less of a fuck about the insanity of the situation, as the sheer force of his arousal turns down that internal screaming - the constant stream of disgust and hatred and strange and buzzing fear - until it’s down to a whisper.
Cas is laid out so pretty on the bed that Dean has to join him. He has to taste him, to lick into his mouth and suck on his neck and his chest and his thighs, until he’s face-to-dick with Cas’s crotch and his hands come up to touch it. He slides a finger behind Cas’s balls but stops when Cas’s laugh is perfectly in synch with his future self’s.
“I don’t think that’ll be necessary.” His other self wears a smile that’ll never reach his eyes, but Dean has to investigate for himself, and his finger slips into a hole that’s lubed and hot and open, like Cas has had all sorts of dick in him today, or at the very least he’s got himself nice and ready for Dean, or possibly for Deans.
“Go ahead, you can help yourself,” the other Dean offers, humour perceptible in his words but not his face. Dean doesn’t want to hesitate anymore, doesn’t think he even can. Together they flip Cas over and then he’s on his hands and knees, ass in the air and on display for Dean. Dean presses the head of his cock against Cas’s hot hole and tries to shove away each and every dark and clinging thought in his mind as at the same time, he watches himself push into Cas’s mouth.
Dean gasps as he slides into Cas, trying to go slow and easy. But Cas is pushing back against him and doesn’t stop until Dean is balls deep in his ass. Both Deans begin with the same rhythm, enjoying the sweet wet heat of Cas’s body and the drag of him against their skin. Cas’s moans are muffled by the other Dean’s cock and soon the man allows him to pull his head off it as he coughs a little and swallows.
“Harder,” Cas begs, rough voice made softer by his pleading tone. Dean kicks it up a notch gives it to him a little more, but it doesn’t seem to be enough. “Harder.” It’s a whisper this time, and the other Dean’s cock rubs wet streaks against his nose and his forehead. Dean puts his back into it, thrusting into Cas, and the room is filled with the sound of body meeting body. “Harder.” Cas is commanding him now, and Dean gives it all he’s got. Now Cas is crying out, pleased, and the bed slams against the wall with every thrust. The other Dean has picked up the pace as well, and Cas trembles and shakes between them.
“That’s it, Cas, yeah. This is a dream come true for you, isn’t it, never thought you’d have my cock shoved down your throat and up your ass at the same time, did you?”
Dean meets his own eyes again, across both the distance of Cas between them and across the distance of time, and he has to look away. Maybe he’d thought of this once, for a silly teenage moment, years and years ago, before he knew how fucked up shapeshifters and shit like that could be. Because he’s not gonna lie, he’s pretty damn pretty. But when he looks over to the other man he knows it’s not him, and whatever it is has been so badly damaged that it’s left twisted, ugly, bent. Dean’s almost sure he hasn’t quite gotten there yet. But he doesn’t have to look at the other Dean, so he looks down and spreads Castiel wide, and he watches as his cock smoothly disappear in and then out of Cas’s tightly clenching hole.
They flip Cas on his back so his head hangs over the side of the bed. Dean watches as his future self slowly slides every inch of his cock down Cas’s willing throat, until it has totally disappeared and he’s pressed right up against Cas’s face. He holds him there, but as the moment drags on and it occurs to Dean that Castiel might need to breathe, all he can do is ignore the sickness in his gut that thought creates and he keeps on fucking into the hole he’s buried in. He fucks in and in and in and then his future self just has to fucking talk again.
“Bet you’ve never done this before,” the other Dean says with a smirk, before pulling out of Cas’s mouth and manoeuvring him into Dean’s arms. “Actually, no bet, I know you’ve never done this before.” He’s got Cas basically sitting on Dean’s dick now, Dean spread out underneath him, and he’s pouring more lube on his own cock and fingers. He splays his other hand across Cas’s back and pushes and bends him forward. Cas’s desperate face is inches away from Dean’s, watching hungrily as Dean’s eyes widen when he realizes that a couple of thick fingers have joined his cock inside the man who was once an angel.
“Holy crap, that is-that is not going to fit,” Dean gasps, ‘cause he’s caught on pretty quick.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” the other Dean laughs, and now it’s his cock joining Dean’s up inside Cas instead of his fingers. Dean thinks this is wrong and bad and they should stop because a line has been crossed here, and his cock is pressed up against his cock inside of a fallen angel, and Castiel’s face is contorting in pain and he’s making little noises of hurt every time the other Dean moves. But it’s so tight, so unbelievably tight, and he just lets his head fall back and enjoys the pressure and the friction as the other Dean moves.
“Fuck,” Castiel whispers, and it goes straight to Dean’s cock. “Fuck, Dean, fuck, fuck, fuck,” and the words come out with the other Dean’s every thrust. Dean can’t help but groan loudly ‘cause it feels so damn good, and his other self’s just babbling, totally lost in it.
“Look at him, look at him, stuffed full of dick. This is what makes you happy, huh? This what makes you happy, Cas?”
“Oh fuck yes, please, please-” and Cas is lost in it too, because it’s so much, too much. Dean’s not sure how long it goes on for, the firm grip of sensation distorting time, but soon his other self drags him away from pleasure’s rough hold and pulls him back to earth.
“This has been fun but it’s not like I don’t have more important shit on my plate right now.” The other Dean just pulls his cock out of Cas, quick and rough, and Cas can’t hold back a moan of pain. But after Dean slowly slides out Cas is down on the floor on his knees with his head tilted back and his mouth open wide. Dean’s been thinking about this too hard to pass up the opportunity, and soon he’s stumbling off the bed and up next to his future self, jacking it to a rhythm perfectly matched with the man beside him.
If Dean could think straight he’d be proud of himself for finally starring in his own porno, because it’s crazy and it’s fucked but both Deans come at the same time, their cocks shooting hot jizz all over Castiel’s face. He catches some in his mouth, on his tongue, over his lips. Thick strings of it land on his cheek and in his beard, across his forehead and eyes and the bridge of his nose. He takes the money shot like a champ and lets some of it spill out over his lips before he licks them and swallows down what ended up in his mouth. His eyes are closed and his head’s tipped up and he’s in prayer, worshipping at the feet of Dean Winchester, savouring the taste of their come.
He wipes his eyes clean with the back of his hand and then Dean watches as he stares into his future self. It’s silent and terrifying and it’s like the air is thick with something poisonous as the seconds creep by and the gaze never breaks.
Dean could fucking laugh.
He doesn’t.
Something breaks the spell or the curse or whatever the hell it is now because the other Dean’s pulling on his pants and is already at the door while Dean’s still naked and struck dumb.
The other Dean smiles, and it’s ugly. “Well. Wasn’t that an experience.” He takes in the mess of the hot and humid room before he graces Dean with a curt nod of his head. Then he narrows his eyes and asks, “we having fun yet?” before he’s out the door and now Dean can’t shoot him, or punch him, or give him anything resembling an answer.
Cas is still on his knees, head down and silent, and Dean busies himself with finding him a towel. He grabs one, heads over, hands it to him, stops.
He looks down at Cas’s cock, still hard.
“Cas.” Dean drags his hands roughly through his hair, over his face, and he’s wrecked, absolutely fucking done. Always surprised at each new level of exhaustion he can reach, at how long he can go while running on empty. “Cas. Why don’t you leave me?” Dean whispers with his broken voice.
He doesn’t think he really wants an answer.
Of course Cas gives him one.
“Leave you?” This time the fallen angel’s smile looks terrifyingly real. “Oh, Dean Winchester. How could I ever leave you?”