fic, Supernatural: And No More Shall We Part (Sam/Castiel/Dean), NC17
Title: And No More Shall We Part
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Castiel/Dean
Words: 1409
Warnings:: incestuous + angelic threesome, sort of double penetration, maaaybe slight powerplay vibes, but it's all consensual.
Summary: Seeing them kissing like this is the most beautiful thing Dean has put his eyes on; it means that he has them both and he never has to make that choice he feared he’d have to do back before the Apocalypse even started.
Spoilers: general S5.
Disclaimer: nah, Supernatural isn't mine. It'd air late at night or on cable.
A/N: originally written for entangled_now for the five acts meme with the prompts fingers, kissing, double penetration. Er. Case is. I always wanted to write Dean/Sam/Castiel. I never did. Then I saw the prompts and this came to me and I ended up writing unrepentant porn. You're warned? Using for sacred_20 #18, forbidden fruit, albeit loosely.
What makes it perfect, Dean thinks, is the balance. Between each of them, and between the three of them.
It’s not a question of right or wrong, they got past that way too much time ago; it’s just that Sam knows Dean inside out, body and mind, but Cas understands him in a way Sam couldn’t, and it’s not to put anyone down. Before, it would have been a problem; it has been a problem. Now it’s an advantage, because everything is changed and they all chose each other. Not between each other.
Apparently, all it took to get past it was team free will happening. Though now that the Apocalypse is done with and they all survived it, it’s better. Then again. They aren’t risking their lives on a minute basis anymore, after all.
What almost made him cry in relief, at the beginning, is that Sam had never forgotten, even with Ruby and everything else in between; he still knows each single spot that, properly touched, will make Dean writhe in pleasure, he knows what drives him crazy, he knows where Dean likes to be touched and where he doesn’t, and he remembers everything about what Dean really, really likes in bed.
Mainly, that he doesn’t want control for how much he pretends the contrary.
Time has passed, though, and some things changed and that’s where Sam can’t get him, can’t understand him as well; but those things are the ones Cas knows. He might have done the whole sex business for a lot less than the both of them, but with Dean, he’s never wrong. He knows when they’re doing things right or might be going too rough or too fast, or when Dean’s just about reached his limits (they changed, since Hell); fuck, he freaking put his body back together again, you’ll have to give a guy some trust, all things considered.
Dean is perfectly conscious that he’s the catalyst that brought his brother and his angel to this, but by now it’s not just about him anymore (and it’s okay, because he doesn’t want anything to be about him entirely anymore, not since he had an Apocalypse to go through because of that), because they like each other genuinely, they actually fucking team up against him most times, and well. There’s something about them.
Like, right now, there’s something about them that turns him desperately on as they kiss while he’s lying down on the bed and they’re kneeling at his sides; Sam’s fingers are actually pushing slowly inside Dean, working him up again after he came down Cas’ throat just two minutes ago, and while doing this, his mouth is an inch from Cas’ and his tongue is licking Dean’s come from Cas’ lips, which are red and sticky and almost an obscene sight. They kiss slowly, without rush, their tongues caressing each other, and damn, it’s enough of a sight to get Dean half-hard again; Cas then glances at him, then at Sam (who nods) and when he moves his right hand from Sam’s hip Dean just knows what he wants. (He kind of likes to have things in his mouth, Sam had told Cas one of the first times.) When Cas’ fingers reach Dean’s lips, he opens his mouth and takes three in, and fuck, Cas is a sadist, moving them so slowly that it’s enough to drive anyone crazy, but Sam is right, and Dean fucking loves the feeling, and he lets his tongue swirl around Cas’ fingertips, making sure that he’s distracting enough.
But fuck, seeing them kissing like this is the most beautiful thing Dean has put his eyes on; it means that he has them both and he never has to make that choice he feared he’d have to do back before the Apocalypse even started. It means that he gets to have this with the two of them when he never thought he’d have it with either. (And even if he never has much of a say in what happens when the door closes, he likes it like this. Mostly because they never, never forget that he’s there even when they’re wrapped up in each other. Sure, fine, he’s at their mercy almost completely and he doesn’t even get to come unless one of them says that he can and he’s usually agreeing with the other, anyway, but he gets a thrill out of it and he wants it so much it’s almost scary.)
Now, Sam is thrusting hard inside him, his eyes going to Cas’ once in a while to see if he should go slower or if it’s becoming too much (he has a problem with controlling himself still, but Cas hasn’t. See? Balance), and he’s hitting his prostate mercilessly without respite, exactly the way he knows drives Dean crazy; at the same time Cas is holding Dean up from behind, one hand jerking him off slowly (in total contrast with Sam’s pace, just so that he really goes completely crazy) while the other’s fingers are actually sliding inside him alongside Sam’s dick and his lips press open-mouthed kisses on the side of Dean’s face.
Sam is the only one occasionally talking, and well, when he whispers in Dean’s ear that he’s being perfect and that they’ll make him see stars when he comes?
You can imagine why Dean is kind of beyond speech.
And there’s something that undoes him in the almost gentle way Cas doesn’t let him move, and that makes him feel everything tenfold; it gets even better when Sam locks eyes with Cas and they move so they can kiss over his shoulder before Sam buries himself even deeper inside Dean and Cas crooks his fingers right alongside Sam’s cock before he whispers in his ear that he can let go. Dean does, all over Cas’ hand and on Sam’s stomach, and then Sam comes hard inside him, and long, and with a sound that makes Dean’s toes curl; and as he does, just after Cas wipes on the sheets his hand previously on Dean’s erection, and closes it backwards on the mark on Dean’s shoulder, Sam covers it with his own. Fuck, fuck, that’s what sends him even more over the edge as he still rides his own orgasm out, because it makes him feel like he belongs right there with the both of them (and they always do it, whatever position they end up in; they know, yes, they do).
By the time Dean is breathing heavily and Sam has slid out of him, Cas is the only one who’s still rock hard.
It’s a whole new level of hot to watch Sam taking him into his mouth while Dean still lies boneless on Cas’ lap, with Cas’ lips just next to his ear, and fuck if Cas doesn’t make noises that are just downright sinful. When Cas comes too, not much later, Sam doesn’t swallow it all. He actually has some smeared on his face when he raises his head. He moves closer to Dean and no matter how much Dean feels like he doesn’t want to move, he shivers as Sam kisses him long, slow, thorough, his tongue tracing Dean’s lips twice before plunging into his mouth, and he tastes like Cas. Also, Dean feels pure satisfaction at the noise Cas makes in the back of his throat as he slightly pulls himself back together and licks Sam’s face clean. If, after that, Cas grabs the back of his head and kisses him so hard that for a second Dean thinks he might bruise, he won’t complain. Not when Sam looks quite appalled at the sight.
After, Dean always tries to move to the door’s side of the bed in automatic. Something always unclenches inside him when they stop him before he can (either one of them or both). He always ends up in the middle. Usually Cas will have an arm around him and Sam one around the both of them (the freak has long enough arms to reach Cas’ hip). And if suddenly he wakes up at night for not exactly happy reasons, he’ll feel Cas’ fingers on his stomach, pressing almost possessively, or Sam’s lips near his cheek and he’ll just go back to sleep. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to say it out loud, but it’s almost scary how much he loves them both.
Then again, he’s pretty sure they know that as well as they know him.
End.
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Sam/Castiel/Dean
Words: 1409
Warnings:: incestuous + angelic threesome, sort of double penetration, maaaybe slight powerplay vibes, but it's all consensual.
Summary: Seeing them kissing like this is the most beautiful thing Dean has put his eyes on; it means that he has them both and he never has to make that choice he feared he’d have to do back before the Apocalypse even started.
Spoilers: general S5.
Disclaimer: nah, Supernatural isn't mine. It'd air late at night or on cable.
A/N: originally written for entangled_now for the five acts meme with the prompts fingers, kissing, double penetration. Er. Case is. I always wanted to write Dean/Sam/Castiel. I never did. Then I saw the prompts and this came to me and I ended up writing unrepentant porn. You're warned? Using for sacred_20 #18, forbidden fruit, albeit loosely.
What makes it perfect, Dean thinks, is the balance. Between each of them, and between the three of them.
It’s not a question of right or wrong, they got past that way too much time ago; it’s just that Sam knows Dean inside out, body and mind, but Cas understands him in a way Sam couldn’t, and it’s not to put anyone down. Before, it would have been a problem; it has been a problem. Now it’s an advantage, because everything is changed and they all chose each other. Not between each other.
Apparently, all it took to get past it was team free will happening. Though now that the Apocalypse is done with and they all survived it, it’s better. Then again. They aren’t risking their lives on a minute basis anymore, after all.
What almost made him cry in relief, at the beginning, is that Sam had never forgotten, even with Ruby and everything else in between; he still knows each single spot that, properly touched, will make Dean writhe in pleasure, he knows what drives him crazy, he knows where Dean likes to be touched and where he doesn’t, and he remembers everything about what Dean really, really likes in bed.
Mainly, that he doesn’t want control for how much he pretends the contrary.
Time has passed, though, and some things changed and that’s where Sam can’t get him, can’t understand him as well; but those things are the ones Cas knows. He might have done the whole sex business for a lot less than the both of them, but with Dean, he’s never wrong. He knows when they’re doing things right or might be going too rough or too fast, or when Dean’s just about reached his limits (they changed, since Hell); fuck, he freaking put his body back together again, you’ll have to give a guy some trust, all things considered.
Dean is perfectly conscious that he’s the catalyst that brought his brother and his angel to this, but by now it’s not just about him anymore (and it’s okay, because he doesn’t want anything to be about him entirely anymore, not since he had an Apocalypse to go through because of that), because they like each other genuinely, they actually fucking team up against him most times, and well. There’s something about them.
Like, right now, there’s something about them that turns him desperately on as they kiss while he’s lying down on the bed and they’re kneeling at his sides; Sam’s fingers are actually pushing slowly inside Dean, working him up again after he came down Cas’ throat just two minutes ago, and while doing this, his mouth is an inch from Cas’ and his tongue is licking Dean’s come from Cas’ lips, which are red and sticky and almost an obscene sight. They kiss slowly, without rush, their tongues caressing each other, and damn, it’s enough of a sight to get Dean half-hard again; Cas then glances at him, then at Sam (who nods) and when he moves his right hand from Sam’s hip Dean just knows what he wants. (He kind of likes to have things in his mouth, Sam had told Cas one of the first times.) When Cas’ fingers reach Dean’s lips, he opens his mouth and takes three in, and fuck, Cas is a sadist, moving them so slowly that it’s enough to drive anyone crazy, but Sam is right, and Dean fucking loves the feeling, and he lets his tongue swirl around Cas’ fingertips, making sure that he’s distracting enough.
But fuck, seeing them kissing like this is the most beautiful thing Dean has put his eyes on; it means that he has them both and he never has to make that choice he feared he’d have to do back before the Apocalypse even started. It means that he gets to have this with the two of them when he never thought he’d have it with either. (And even if he never has much of a say in what happens when the door closes, he likes it like this. Mostly because they never, never forget that he’s there even when they’re wrapped up in each other. Sure, fine, he’s at their mercy almost completely and he doesn’t even get to come unless one of them says that he can and he’s usually agreeing with the other, anyway, but he gets a thrill out of it and he wants it so much it’s almost scary.)
Now, Sam is thrusting hard inside him, his eyes going to Cas’ once in a while to see if he should go slower or if it’s becoming too much (he has a problem with controlling himself still, but Cas hasn’t. See? Balance), and he’s hitting his prostate mercilessly without respite, exactly the way he knows drives Dean crazy; at the same time Cas is holding Dean up from behind, one hand jerking him off slowly (in total contrast with Sam’s pace, just so that he really goes completely crazy) while the other’s fingers are actually sliding inside him alongside Sam’s dick and his lips press open-mouthed kisses on the side of Dean’s face.
Sam is the only one occasionally talking, and well, when he whispers in Dean’s ear that he’s being perfect and that they’ll make him see stars when he comes?
You can imagine why Dean is kind of beyond speech.
And there’s something that undoes him in the almost gentle way Cas doesn’t let him move, and that makes him feel everything tenfold; it gets even better when Sam locks eyes with Cas and they move so they can kiss over his shoulder before Sam buries himself even deeper inside Dean and Cas crooks his fingers right alongside Sam’s cock before he whispers in his ear that he can let go. Dean does, all over Cas’ hand and on Sam’s stomach, and then Sam comes hard inside him, and long, and with a sound that makes Dean’s toes curl; and as he does, just after Cas wipes on the sheets his hand previously on Dean’s erection, and closes it backwards on the mark on Dean’s shoulder, Sam covers it with his own. Fuck, fuck, that’s what sends him even more over the edge as he still rides his own orgasm out, because it makes him feel like he belongs right there with the both of them (and they always do it, whatever position they end up in; they know, yes, they do).
By the time Dean is breathing heavily and Sam has slid out of him, Cas is the only one who’s still rock hard.
It’s a whole new level of hot to watch Sam taking him into his mouth while Dean still lies boneless on Cas’ lap, with Cas’ lips just next to his ear, and fuck if Cas doesn’t make noises that are just downright sinful. When Cas comes too, not much later, Sam doesn’t swallow it all. He actually has some smeared on his face when he raises his head. He moves closer to Dean and no matter how much Dean feels like he doesn’t want to move, he shivers as Sam kisses him long, slow, thorough, his tongue tracing Dean’s lips twice before plunging into his mouth, and he tastes like Cas. Also, Dean feels pure satisfaction at the noise Cas makes in the back of his throat as he slightly pulls himself back together and licks Sam’s face clean. If, after that, Cas grabs the back of his head and kisses him so hard that for a second Dean thinks he might bruise, he won’t complain. Not when Sam looks quite appalled at the sight.
After, Dean always tries to move to the door’s side of the bed in automatic. Something always unclenches inside him when they stop him before he can (either one of them or both). He always ends up in the middle. Usually Cas will have an arm around him and Sam one around the both of them (the freak has long enough arms to reach Cas’ hip). And if suddenly he wakes up at night for not exactly happy reasons, he’ll feel Cas’ fingers on his stomach, pressing almost possessively, or Sam’s lips near his cheek and he’ll just go back to sleep. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to say it out loud, but it’s almost scary how much he loves them both.
Then again, he’s pretty sure they know that as well as they know him.
End.