Angel Makes Three Part Two
Two days later, and everything was falling into place. He’d sent out his messengers, collected what he needed, and was now ready to go and meet Lucifer. The big day had finally arrived.
“Crowley,” the Prince smiled easily in welcome, and Crowley forcibly repressed a shudder. He knew that he could very well die today. “You have my vessel?”
“Yes, my lord,” Crowley bowed. “He has come to no harm, though I’m sure he’s not thrilled with his accommodation.”
“You have done well,” Lucifer moved forwards, crossing the threshold into Crowley’s property.
Gotcha.
“Hey brimstone breath!”
Lucifer spun around, to see Dean and Castiel rushing forwards, each wielding an angel blade.
The fight was fast and one-sided. Despite his strength, Lucifer was on his own and in a sub-par vessel. Dean and Castiel fought like a well-oiled machine, never letting up, and their blades were cutting him to ribbons. In the end, it took less than five minutes before they both impaled Lucifer on the blades, and the devil fell to the ground with a roar.
“So… that’s it?” Dean looked up, smirk firmly in place. Castiel reached around and smacked the back of his head.
“Good boys,” Crowley smiled at them both and beckoned them forwards. They went willingly to receive kisses and pats, reassurances that they’d done well.
~*~
Crowley stormed towards the boys’ rooms, angry at pretty much everyone. He’d told Dean and Castiel that they could wander the house if they wanted to now, and they had ventured out together a few times. Unfortunately the other, lower-ranked demons in the house at the time had assumed that Dean was fair game for anyone. They hadn’t counted on the fact that Crowley had let his pets keep the angel blades they’d used against Lucifer.
While Dean was quite capable of defending himself, and had dispatched one of the demons, it was Castiel who had surprised everyone. Crowley had forgotten that possessive gleam when he’d first taken Dean in front of Castiel, before the angel had been broken. Now that he had permission to claim Dean, Castiel flew into a rage at the mere suggestion of someone touching what was his, and he killed not only the two other demons who’d been in the room, but three more on the way back to their rooms.
“Castiel!” Crowley growled as he entered, then froze. Castiel was kneeling next to the door, naked and gagged. He looked up briefly and Crowley saw the guilt there, before Castiel lowered his head again and made muffled noises of distress.
“Castiel,” Crowley started again, mood immediately improved by the display of submission. “Did you put the gag on by yourself?” The fallen angel nodded. “You wanted to say sorry for what happened?” Another nod. Crowley felt supremely satisfied now.
“Very good.” He knelt in front of Castiel and drew him forwards, undoing the clasp on the gag. “You don’t need to be punished. I’m pleased that you and Dean are defending yourselves. Just make sure you don’t destroy my entire army. Understood?”
“Yes Father,” the tension left Castiel’s body and he curled forwards, butting his head against Crowley’s shoulder. Crowley had the distinct feeling that if Castiel was any more cat-like he’d be purring.
~*~
Crowley quietly slipped into the room where Sam was being kept sedated, and went over to the boy who might have ruled them all. From Crowley’s sources, he didn’t appear to be much of a leader, more an overgrown teenager. All whiney, bitchy angst that the demon had no time for. So instead of trying to seduce him into service, Crowley took another route, and gingerly sliced open his palm.
He watched the crimson liquid trickle into Sam’s mouth, before suddenly the boy’s eyes flew open and his hands reached up to keep Crowley’s hand to his lips. Sam drank greedily, and Crowley didn’t try to pull away. Instead, he smirked down at the boy falling further under his control with each sip.
As far as he was concerned, Ruby and Azazel had both deserved to be hunted down by the Winchesters. Any demon worth their blackened soul should know the proper incantations to ensure loyalty from those who drank their blood. It was all a matter of research, something Crowley wasn’t above doing if the situation called for it.
When he figured Sam had had enough, he gently pulled his hand away.
“Sam, that’s enough.”
Sam blinked for a moment, then his brow creased as he frowned. Knowing he had to move fast, Crowley pulled back and offered his hand to pull him up - the hand that wasn’t covered in blood.
“It’s time to see Dean and Castiel again. They’re waiting for you.”
That was enough for Sam to rise and, swaying slightly, follow Crowley down the hall. Crowley led him straight to the room Dean and Castiel were so happy in, and opened the door to a beautiful sight.
Castiel was sitting sideways along the couch, one arm resting up on the back. Between his legs, cuddled up to him, was Dean. At their feet was Persephone, the hell hound pup he’d gifted to Dean a while ago. The three of them were watching a movie on the large TV, some comedy in black and white with plenty of swearing.
“I do not understand. If they don’t like their job, why do they persist in it?”
“Because… because otherwise it wouldn’t be worth making a movie,” Dean craned his neck to kiss Cas, who went along with that plan happily. “Just watch the damned movie. It’s a classic.”
“If you insist.”
“Boys,” Crowley announced their presence then. “You have a visitor.”
“Sammy!” Dean bolted from the couch and slammed into his brother, hugging him tight. “Man, it’s so good to see you.”
“Dean?” Sam blinked, demon blood warring with his true personality. Crowley could tell that Sam wanted to shank him and drag Dean away to safety - bringing Cas was optional - but the blood was preventing him from doing so. Perfect.
“Yeah Sam,” Dean ignored the odd behaviour. “I’m here. There’s so much to tell you!” He pulled Sam over to the couch and set about getting his brother up to speed with what had happened since Crowley had brought him here.
Crowley watched as Dean interacted with Sam. The boy clearly had most of Dean’s focus, but he stayed within touching distance of Castiel while talking, and every now and then Dean would glance at Crowley and gift him with that blinding smile.
Deciding to have a little fun, Crowley moved around so that he was behind the couch, to where he could whisper a command to Castiel without Dean hearing it.
“He’s not paying enough attention to you,” he sent a brief lick to Castiel’s ear. “Go on and show Sammy who Dean answers to now.”
Castiel smirked back at him, a look that always sent Crowley’s blood flowing south. The angel was by far the most possessive being Crowley had come across in a long time. Though he submitted to Crowley and shared Dean gladly with him, there had already been several demons to die by his blade simply for looking askew at Dean during the time between Lucifer’s demise and when Crowley woke Sam. The boys had been able to roam the house as they wanted, but after those first few incidents, had decided to stick to their suite.
Crowley was pleased, both with Castiel’s reaction to other demons which enhanced Crowley’s reputation for having tamed him, and their decision to avoid slaughtering half of his army by staying out of the way. There was also the fact that since they never had visitors other than Crowley, when in their suite Castiel remained naked whilst Dean usually wore sweat pants at most. Castiel just didn’t see the need for clothes when the rooms were always at a perfect temperature, and clothing meant that sex took longer to get to the fun part. Given he hadn’t grown up human, he didn’t have the innate embarrassment that most humans had when it came to nudity. Dean still had some vestiges of his old hang-ups, and didn’t like being completely naked even when it was just them, though Castiel was slowly getting him used to the idea.
All of which meant that now, Sam was taking great care to look directly into Dean’s eyes, lest he chance copping an eyeful of Dean’s bare chest or Castiel’s naked body. Though his eyes were a little glazed as Crowley’s blood settled into his system and convinced him that this was good and normal.
Oblivious to the thoughts of his lovers, Dean was telling Sam about killing Lucifer. Sam’s eyes went wide with shock, then with relief, and Crowley knew that he wasn’t going to have as much trouble with Sam as he’d thought. The boy apparently knew just how well Crowley had to be taking care of Dean for him to have been able to take out the devil.
“You should have seen his face,” Dean was glowing with pride in his actions, something that had been missing before he’d come under Crowley’s care. “He couldn’t stand up to us both at once, we kicked his a-ah!” He cut himself off with a gasp as Castiel plastered himself against Dean’s back and slid a hand into his pants. “Ah, Cas, fuck!”
“I will,” Castiel growled in his ear, dragging a low moan from Dean. With only a few dextrous moves, Dean was stripped of his sweats and was quickly sinking back onto Castiel. Given Castiel’s lack of regard for social norms and Dean’s newly bolstered self-confidence, the pair had quickly found the best balance of pain and pleasure during their couplings. The slight aphrodisiacs that Crowley slipped in their food every meal ensured that they were quite often more interested in having sex than in regaining their independence, though he wasn’t entirely sure that it was necessary. From all accounts Dean had always been quite the hedonist, and after such a long abstinence Castiel was a firm convert to the pleasures of the body.
Crowley noticed that Sam was starting to look uncomfortable with his brother having sex so close to him, and quickly reopened the wound on his palm. He moved so that Sam could drink from him again, sealing in his mind that when Dean and Castiel were happy like this, good things would happen to him as well.
Watching his three boys, Crowley felt a glow of satisfaction. He had the Winchesters and a fallen angel at his command. Nearly every demon in existence, and many of the other supernatural beings, respected and feared him for this accomplishment. A direct attack was highly unlikely from any of his serious competitors for the throne of Hell. Even if someone was stupid enough to challenge his claim, it would be easy to take them out.
Content, Crowley ran his free hand through Sam’s hair and watched Dean writhing on Castiel’s dick. Life was perfect.
~*~
Dean sighed in happiness, stretched out beside the pool in the house Crowley had settled them into. It was true that he missed the demon whenever he went back to Hell to supervise its running, but when he was here Crowley more than made up for his absence, whether with gifts, sex, or just plain paying attention to him. Dean had never considered himself someone who needed pampering before, but now he loved it.
Persephone ran over to him then, tail wagging furiously. She was fully grown now, shoulder roughly level with Dean’s own when he was standing, and had birthed several litters of her own pups, who were all supreme hunters. Four of the adolescent hounds worked with Sam at all times, helping him destroy those monsters that Crowley pointed him towards, while the rest made up a large part of Crowley’s personal pack of loyal guards. Persephone stayed with Dean, always loyal to him and his family. She lay down next to Dean’s chair and licked his face for a moment, before settling down to sleep in the sun. Dean smiled down at her and scratched her behind the ear, now completely used to the hound’s presence.
“Morning,” Crowley sauntered over and leaned down for a kiss. Dean eagerly arched up to him, causing the demon to chuckle. “None of that right now, Dean. Not while we have an audience.”
“Daddy!” A little girl with dark blonde hair ran over then and climbed up onto Dean’s lap. “Daddy, guess what? Papa-Crowley said that he’d take me and Lexxie to buy our school clothes and stuff! He’s gonna take us shopping!”
“Really?” Dean looked up at ‘Papa-Crowley’, who shrugged.
“You’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment love,” he stroked down Dean’s chest to rest on his slightly swollen abdomen. “I’ll take the girls out for the day so that Cas can spoil you.”
Dean smiled at his demonic lover and grabbed his hand, raising it to kiss his knuckles.
“Thank you Daddy,” Dean whispered, and Crowley smirked back at him.
“Right,” Crowley turned to little Jenny. “Let’s find that sister of yours. We’ve got a lot to buy.”
Dean leaned back, perfectly happy watching his daughters drag the demon away to the mall. Crowley loved shopping and spending money on the girls, and if it meant that he and Cas got the whole day to themselves, that was an added bonus. As much as he loved his daughters, having young children in the house tended to mean that their sex life had become a lot more discreet.
Pulling himself up a little awkwardly, Dean headed back inside, where Castiel was finishing up his morning exercise. Dean leaned against the doorway as Castiel quickly disarmed five demons, and felt himself getting hard. He crossed his arms over his stomach, where their youngest child was still growing, and waited for his lover to finish.
The day that Castiel had found a spell to allow Dean to fall pregnant was one of the happiest in his life. He couldn’t conceive with Crowley, due to the whole antichrist issue, but Crowley was more than happy to accept Castiel and Dean’s children as his own. He clearly cared for the children as much as he was able to, and was part of their lives from the very beginning.
Castiel looked up just as Dean was musing on how pregnancy seemed to make him so much hornier than usual, and the look Cas sent him made Dean’s knees go weak. It was lust and possessiveness and something tender, something that always took Dean by surprise no matter how many times Castiel told him what it was.
“I want you,” were the first words out of Castiel’s mouth when he pulled Dean away from the door and into his arms.
“I need you.” He slid his hands into Dean’s trousers, one hand cupping his arse while the other came to the front and started stroking his dick to full hardness.
“I love you.” He took Dean’s mouth in a soft kiss that quickly grew more heated. Dean kissed back hungrily before pulling back a little.
“Daddy’s taken the girls shopping. They’ll be gone all day.”
Castiel’s eyes darkened with the promise of sex, and he quickly pulled his lover towards the bedroom. Dean laughed but went along with it. He ran a hand up Castiel’s arm and briefly touched the collar Castiel still wore.
Dean figured that Cas loved the collar for the same reason Dean loved showing off his pregnancy - it meant that there was someone who loved him, who took care of him when he needed it. If that person happened to be a demon, well… that didn’t matter. They were happy, the three of them.
And Castiel was all too eager to shank anyone who tried to destroy that happiness. Life was good.
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“Crowley,” the Prince smiled easily in welcome, and Crowley forcibly repressed a shudder. He knew that he could very well die today. “You have my vessel?”
“Yes, my lord,” Crowley bowed. “He has come to no harm, though I’m sure he’s not thrilled with his accommodation.”
“You have done well,” Lucifer moved forwards, crossing the threshold into Crowley’s property.
Gotcha.
“Hey brimstone breath!”
Lucifer spun around, to see Dean and Castiel rushing forwards, each wielding an angel blade.
The fight was fast and one-sided. Despite his strength, Lucifer was on his own and in a sub-par vessel. Dean and Castiel fought like a well-oiled machine, never letting up, and their blades were cutting him to ribbons. In the end, it took less than five minutes before they both impaled Lucifer on the blades, and the devil fell to the ground with a roar.
“So… that’s it?” Dean looked up, smirk firmly in place. Castiel reached around and smacked the back of his head.
“Good boys,” Crowley smiled at them both and beckoned them forwards. They went willingly to receive kisses and pats, reassurances that they’d done well.
~*~
Crowley stormed towards the boys’ rooms, angry at pretty much everyone. He’d told Dean and Castiel that they could wander the house if they wanted to now, and they had ventured out together a few times. Unfortunately the other, lower-ranked demons in the house at the time had assumed that Dean was fair game for anyone. They hadn’t counted on the fact that Crowley had let his pets keep the angel blades they’d used against Lucifer.
While Dean was quite capable of defending himself, and had dispatched one of the demons, it was Castiel who had surprised everyone. Crowley had forgotten that possessive gleam when he’d first taken Dean in front of Castiel, before the angel had been broken. Now that he had permission to claim Dean, Castiel flew into a rage at the mere suggestion of someone touching what was his, and he killed not only the two other demons who’d been in the room, but three more on the way back to their rooms.
“Castiel!” Crowley growled as he entered, then froze. Castiel was kneeling next to the door, naked and gagged. He looked up briefly and Crowley saw the guilt there, before Castiel lowered his head again and made muffled noises of distress.
“Castiel,” Crowley started again, mood immediately improved by the display of submission. “Did you put the gag on by yourself?” The fallen angel nodded. “You wanted to say sorry for what happened?” Another nod. Crowley felt supremely satisfied now.
“Very good.” He knelt in front of Castiel and drew him forwards, undoing the clasp on the gag. “You don’t need to be punished. I’m pleased that you and Dean are defending yourselves. Just make sure you don’t destroy my entire army. Understood?”
“Yes Father,” the tension left Castiel’s body and he curled forwards, butting his head against Crowley’s shoulder. Crowley had the distinct feeling that if Castiel was any more cat-like he’d be purring.
~*~
Crowley quietly slipped into the room where Sam was being kept sedated, and went over to the boy who might have ruled them all. From Crowley’s sources, he didn’t appear to be much of a leader, more an overgrown teenager. All whiney, bitchy angst that the demon had no time for. So instead of trying to seduce him into service, Crowley took another route, and gingerly sliced open his palm.
He watched the crimson liquid trickle into Sam’s mouth, before suddenly the boy’s eyes flew open and his hands reached up to keep Crowley’s hand to his lips. Sam drank greedily, and Crowley didn’t try to pull away. Instead, he smirked down at the boy falling further under his control with each sip.
As far as he was concerned, Ruby and Azazel had both deserved to be hunted down by the Winchesters. Any demon worth their blackened soul should know the proper incantations to ensure loyalty from those who drank their blood. It was all a matter of research, something Crowley wasn’t above doing if the situation called for it.
When he figured Sam had had enough, he gently pulled his hand away.
“Sam, that’s enough.”
Sam blinked for a moment, then his brow creased as he frowned. Knowing he had to move fast, Crowley pulled back and offered his hand to pull him up - the hand that wasn’t covered in blood.
“It’s time to see Dean and Castiel again. They’re waiting for you.”
That was enough for Sam to rise and, swaying slightly, follow Crowley down the hall. Crowley led him straight to the room Dean and Castiel were so happy in, and opened the door to a beautiful sight.
Castiel was sitting sideways along the couch, one arm resting up on the back. Between his legs, cuddled up to him, was Dean. At their feet was Persephone, the hell hound pup he’d gifted to Dean a while ago. The three of them were watching a movie on the large TV, some comedy in black and white with plenty of swearing.
“I do not understand. If they don’t like their job, why do they persist in it?”
“Because… because otherwise it wouldn’t be worth making a movie,” Dean craned his neck to kiss Cas, who went along with that plan happily. “Just watch the damned movie. It’s a classic.”
“If you insist.”
“Boys,” Crowley announced their presence then. “You have a visitor.”
“Sammy!” Dean bolted from the couch and slammed into his brother, hugging him tight. “Man, it’s so good to see you.”
“Dean?” Sam blinked, demon blood warring with his true personality. Crowley could tell that Sam wanted to shank him and drag Dean away to safety - bringing Cas was optional - but the blood was preventing him from doing so. Perfect.
“Yeah Sam,” Dean ignored the odd behaviour. “I’m here. There’s so much to tell you!” He pulled Sam over to the couch and set about getting his brother up to speed with what had happened since Crowley had brought him here.
Crowley watched as Dean interacted with Sam. The boy clearly had most of Dean’s focus, but he stayed within touching distance of Castiel while talking, and every now and then Dean would glance at Crowley and gift him with that blinding smile.
Deciding to have a little fun, Crowley moved around so that he was behind the couch, to where he could whisper a command to Castiel without Dean hearing it.
“He’s not paying enough attention to you,” he sent a brief lick to Castiel’s ear. “Go on and show Sammy who Dean answers to now.”
Castiel smirked back at him, a look that always sent Crowley’s blood flowing south. The angel was by far the most possessive being Crowley had come across in a long time. Though he submitted to Crowley and shared Dean gladly with him, there had already been several demons to die by his blade simply for looking askew at Dean during the time between Lucifer’s demise and when Crowley woke Sam. The boys had been able to roam the house as they wanted, but after those first few incidents, had decided to stick to their suite.
Crowley was pleased, both with Castiel’s reaction to other demons which enhanced Crowley’s reputation for having tamed him, and their decision to avoid slaughtering half of his army by staying out of the way. There was also the fact that since they never had visitors other than Crowley, when in their suite Castiel remained naked whilst Dean usually wore sweat pants at most. Castiel just didn’t see the need for clothes when the rooms were always at a perfect temperature, and clothing meant that sex took longer to get to the fun part. Given he hadn’t grown up human, he didn’t have the innate embarrassment that most humans had when it came to nudity. Dean still had some vestiges of his old hang-ups, and didn’t like being completely naked even when it was just them, though Castiel was slowly getting him used to the idea.
All of which meant that now, Sam was taking great care to look directly into Dean’s eyes, lest he chance copping an eyeful of Dean’s bare chest or Castiel’s naked body. Though his eyes were a little glazed as Crowley’s blood settled into his system and convinced him that this was good and normal.
Oblivious to the thoughts of his lovers, Dean was telling Sam about killing Lucifer. Sam’s eyes went wide with shock, then with relief, and Crowley knew that he wasn’t going to have as much trouble with Sam as he’d thought. The boy apparently knew just how well Crowley had to be taking care of Dean for him to have been able to take out the devil.
“You should have seen his face,” Dean was glowing with pride in his actions, something that had been missing before he’d come under Crowley’s care. “He couldn’t stand up to us both at once, we kicked his a-ah!” He cut himself off with a gasp as Castiel plastered himself against Dean’s back and slid a hand into his pants. “Ah, Cas, fuck!”
“I will,” Castiel growled in his ear, dragging a low moan from Dean. With only a few dextrous moves, Dean was stripped of his sweats and was quickly sinking back onto Castiel. Given Castiel’s lack of regard for social norms and Dean’s newly bolstered self-confidence, the pair had quickly found the best balance of pain and pleasure during their couplings. The slight aphrodisiacs that Crowley slipped in their food every meal ensured that they were quite often more interested in having sex than in regaining their independence, though he wasn’t entirely sure that it was necessary. From all accounts Dean had always been quite the hedonist, and after such a long abstinence Castiel was a firm convert to the pleasures of the body.
Crowley noticed that Sam was starting to look uncomfortable with his brother having sex so close to him, and quickly reopened the wound on his palm. He moved so that Sam could drink from him again, sealing in his mind that when Dean and Castiel were happy like this, good things would happen to him as well.
Watching his three boys, Crowley felt a glow of satisfaction. He had the Winchesters and a fallen angel at his command. Nearly every demon in existence, and many of the other supernatural beings, respected and feared him for this accomplishment. A direct attack was highly unlikely from any of his serious competitors for the throne of Hell. Even if someone was stupid enough to challenge his claim, it would be easy to take them out.
Content, Crowley ran his free hand through Sam’s hair and watched Dean writhing on Castiel’s dick. Life was perfect.
~*~
Dean sighed in happiness, stretched out beside the pool in the house Crowley had settled them into. It was true that he missed the demon whenever he went back to Hell to supervise its running, but when he was here Crowley more than made up for his absence, whether with gifts, sex, or just plain paying attention to him. Dean had never considered himself someone who needed pampering before, but now he loved it.
Persephone ran over to him then, tail wagging furiously. She was fully grown now, shoulder roughly level with Dean’s own when he was standing, and had birthed several litters of her own pups, who were all supreme hunters. Four of the adolescent hounds worked with Sam at all times, helping him destroy those monsters that Crowley pointed him towards, while the rest made up a large part of Crowley’s personal pack of loyal guards. Persephone stayed with Dean, always loyal to him and his family. She lay down next to Dean’s chair and licked his face for a moment, before settling down to sleep in the sun. Dean smiled down at her and scratched her behind the ear, now completely used to the hound’s presence.
“Morning,” Crowley sauntered over and leaned down for a kiss. Dean eagerly arched up to him, causing the demon to chuckle. “None of that right now, Dean. Not while we have an audience.”
“Daddy!” A little girl with dark blonde hair ran over then and climbed up onto Dean’s lap. “Daddy, guess what? Papa-Crowley said that he’d take me and Lexxie to buy our school clothes and stuff! He’s gonna take us shopping!”
“Really?” Dean looked up at ‘Papa-Crowley’, who shrugged.
“You’ve got a lot on your plate at the moment love,” he stroked down Dean’s chest to rest on his slightly swollen abdomen. “I’ll take the girls out for the day so that Cas can spoil you.”
Dean smiled at his demonic lover and grabbed his hand, raising it to kiss his knuckles.
“Thank you Daddy,” Dean whispered, and Crowley smirked back at him.
“Right,” Crowley turned to little Jenny. “Let’s find that sister of yours. We’ve got a lot to buy.”
Dean leaned back, perfectly happy watching his daughters drag the demon away to the mall. Crowley loved shopping and spending money on the girls, and if it meant that he and Cas got the whole day to themselves, that was an added bonus. As much as he loved his daughters, having young children in the house tended to mean that their sex life had become a lot more discreet.
Pulling himself up a little awkwardly, Dean headed back inside, where Castiel was finishing up his morning exercise. Dean leaned against the doorway as Castiel quickly disarmed five demons, and felt himself getting hard. He crossed his arms over his stomach, where their youngest child was still growing, and waited for his lover to finish.
The day that Castiel had found a spell to allow Dean to fall pregnant was one of the happiest in his life. He couldn’t conceive with Crowley, due to the whole antichrist issue, but Crowley was more than happy to accept Castiel and Dean’s children as his own. He clearly cared for the children as much as he was able to, and was part of their lives from the very beginning.
Castiel looked up just as Dean was musing on how pregnancy seemed to make him so much hornier than usual, and the look Cas sent him made Dean’s knees go weak. It was lust and possessiveness and something tender, something that always took Dean by surprise no matter how many times Castiel told him what it was.
“I want you,” were the first words out of Castiel’s mouth when he pulled Dean away from the door and into his arms.
“I need you.” He slid his hands into Dean’s trousers, one hand cupping his arse while the other came to the front and started stroking his dick to full hardness.
“I love you.” He took Dean’s mouth in a soft kiss that quickly grew more heated. Dean kissed back hungrily before pulling back a little.
“Daddy’s taken the girls shopping. They’ll be gone all day.”
Castiel’s eyes darkened with the promise of sex, and he quickly pulled his lover towards the bedroom. Dean laughed but went along with it. He ran a hand up Castiel’s arm and briefly touched the collar Castiel still wore.
Dean figured that Cas loved the collar for the same reason Dean loved showing off his pregnancy - it meant that there was someone who loved him, who took care of him when he needed it. If that person happened to be a demon, well… that didn’t matter. They were happy, the three of them.
And Castiel was all too eager to shank anyone who tried to destroy that happiness. Life was good.
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