Intervention
Title: Intervention
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Crowley
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,279
Spoilers: Vague S6
Warnings: Voyeurism
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Kripke, CW, et al.
Notes: This was written for deancaskink for the prompt: Castiel needs Crowley's assistance however the demon won't help until the angel does one task. The task: Fuck Dean Winchester and let him watch. Bonus points if Crowley gives the two of them tips for how to make it better while they do it.
Summary: Castiel makes a deal with Crowley, and the price is surprisingly… sexy.
"You're always so touchy, Cas. This one is easy," I say, letting the smirk show. Oh, Castiel was going to love this.
"I doubt that," Dean said scathingly.
It's adorable how Dean showed up like he was protecting Castiel's virtue against me. Dean's going to love this too, I know it.
"No tricks. Cas, you wanted some souls released from Hell to help you against Raphael. I can do that. I have a few... let's call them 'discretionary funds' I can send your way. Decent souls, just made a few bad choices. All yours."
"And the price?" Castiel asked.
"This one'll be easy. No promising your soul to me, no going to hell, no robbing a bank. Hell, this is practically virtuous considering what I usually ask for." Dean is looking wary, but Castiel is starting to squirm. Oh, I think he knows what's coming now. I can't bind an angel to a more practical payment, but I can still extract my price in other ways.
"Well?" Dean growls out.
I point to Castiel. "Fuck Dean. I'll watch."
"What?!"
Dean's face is a comical study in incredulous shock. It's almost beautiful. This precedes the more tedious anger and bargaining faces, but always ends in the resignation expression. If Castiel had expressions, he'd be showing the same. Oh, but his eyes are hurting, and that's gorgeous. I usually like a price that ends up swelling my ranks, but I'll take it in sin and humiliation if that’s what’s available. And the humiliation of an angel and the "righteous man" has a power all of its own.
They argue with me for an hour. I use impeccable logic to point out that they're not about to lose anything they haven't already, and the price is cheap for the power gained. And gleefully it's Castiel who finally argues with Dean to accept.
"I have no other way of obtaining this power, and without it, Raphael is free to undo everything you and your brother sacrificed. I would never ask this of you."
Of course, Dean's suicidal hero complex comes to the fore and he says yes. I love brave and honest men; they're so easily manipulated. Despite everything they've both done, they still fundamentally believe in fair play.
It's almost cute.
I settle down in a comfortable chair while they stumble through getting it on. Castiel’s fingers are clumsy on Dean’s clothing, aware of my gaze, but Dean seems to forget about me a lot faster than I’d anticipated. He’s been watched before, the kinky little bastard.
Once divested of that ridiculous suit and coat, Castiel is a far prettier picture than I’d anticipated. I knew what Dean looked like (I’d watched Alistair’s “training sessions” quite a few times; better than reality TV), but Castiel is a nice surprise. And it’s clear they have something going a little closer than “fuck buddies.” The eyes. It’s always in the eyes. Those insipid glances of undying affection seem to make up for an appalling lack of technique as Castiel bent Dean’s knees back to slick him up inside. It’s bloody maddening seeing Dean trying to respond to that, and really I have to intervene.
“Roll over, Winchester,” I said.
Dean looked over at me, bleary eyed, clearly having tried to have forgotten I existed.
“Cas, roll him over, and put that tongue to better use.”
Castiel looked at me blankly. I sighed. How did those two managed to get through the fundamentals of sex? Have they never even looked at pornography? I’d expected better of Dean, at least.
“Lick his arsehole,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Castiel blinked in surprise at me even as he rolled Dean over. Still looking confused, he bent to Dean’s hole, that pink tongue flicking out over the crinkled skin. Dean’s completely involuntary yelp, and that expression of total revelation on his face, made my day by far. The sound seemed to energize Castiel, and I had to swallow a bit as he put that tongue into overdrive, seeming to want to get a few dozen new noises out of Dean.
I let the lovebirds play, getting a far better view of my handiwork. Dean was definitely liking the attention, cock fully hard and bobbing with his twitches from Castiel’s licking, but Castiel… No wonder Dean was able to get off with that pitiful, businesslike prep Castiel had been doing before. Castiel is one very lucky angel to have found a vessel like that. Endowments like his make up for a lot of deficiencies.
“Dean, you ready?” I asked. Dean was too far gone in his senses to even remember who was asking, but managed to groan out something that sounded like an affirmative. Castiel didn’t bother to wait anymore and pulled his tongue away and sat up, cock swaying as he brought it up to Dean’s glistening, pink hole. He pressed in gently, making Dean moan as his body slowly relaxed around Castiel’s girth, but I could see Dean struggling to hold back.
I mentally rolled my eyes. His lover’s an angel; it’s not like he has to worry about being too sore in the morning. Must be more of Castiel’s eternal caution. Like that had any place in the bedroom.
“Cas, all the way in,” I prompted. “Now.”
Castiel looked concerned, and gentled his grip on Dean’s hips.
“Bloody hell, aren’t you two fucking every day?” I demand.
Dean moaned softly, desperate for more contact, but Castiel just slowly nodded. I suppressed a desire to go up there and intervene for a demonstration.
“Dean, let’s pick up the pace a little. Ride him,” I said.
Castiel’s confusion suddenly transformed into ecstasy as Dean shoved back hard, setting Cas on his back on the bed. Twisting around, Dean groaned as he raised and lowered himself on the angel’s cock, his own flushed and dark, ready to explode at a touch.
Now this was more like it; Castiel under him, his low-voiced encouragements slowly morphing into incomprehensible noises as he churned his hips up, desperate for more of Dean, Dean sinking to meet him, obscenities spilling from his lips. I need more.
“Harder, Dean. Faster, Cas.”
The words are barely out before they arc together like lightning, raw and savage, driving each other higher and higher with every thrust. They’re on the brink of something huge, all-consuming, thinking of nothing but the pleasure. There’s no angel on his back, no hunter above him, just two greedy, pleasure-seeking whores racing for their only reward.
It’s so fucking beautiful.
Castiel goes first, Dean’s sexual fury spurring him to fill him up, and it’s a massive orgasm. He shakes below Dean, completely losing it, and Dean comes right after him, white pulses striping across Castiel’s skin, making him, claiming him.
All right, maybe there’s a little more between them than the sex, but they’ll remember this one time even in Heaven. They’ll try to recreate it again and again, adding new things, learning new things to add, and spending countless hours on decadent sex. Maybe they’ll even want an expert consultant, from time to time. For a price, I might even oblige.
I stood up, drinking in the aura of pleasure, and gave a warm smile to my two favorite employees.
“I’ll be right back with your souls,” I said, and leave Dean and Castiel behind. Naked, aroused, open, vulnerable, and now, mine.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Crowley
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,279
Spoilers: Vague S6
Warnings: Voyeurism
Disclaimer: Supernatural is owned by Kripke, CW, et al.
Notes: This was written for deancaskink for the prompt: Castiel needs Crowley's assistance however the demon won't help until the angel does one task. The task: Fuck Dean Winchester and let him watch. Bonus points if Crowley gives the two of them tips for how to make it better while they do it.
Summary: Castiel makes a deal with Crowley, and the price is surprisingly… sexy.
"You're always so touchy, Cas. This one is easy," I say, letting the smirk show. Oh, Castiel was going to love this.
"I doubt that," Dean said scathingly.
It's adorable how Dean showed up like he was protecting Castiel's virtue against me. Dean's going to love this too, I know it.
"No tricks. Cas, you wanted some souls released from Hell to help you against Raphael. I can do that. I have a few... let's call them 'discretionary funds' I can send your way. Decent souls, just made a few bad choices. All yours."
"And the price?" Castiel asked.
"This one'll be easy. No promising your soul to me, no going to hell, no robbing a bank. Hell, this is practically virtuous considering what I usually ask for." Dean is looking wary, but Castiel is starting to squirm. Oh, I think he knows what's coming now. I can't bind an angel to a more practical payment, but I can still extract my price in other ways.
"Well?" Dean growls out.
I point to Castiel. "Fuck Dean. I'll watch."
"What?!"
Dean's face is a comical study in incredulous shock. It's almost beautiful. This precedes the more tedious anger and bargaining faces, but always ends in the resignation expression. If Castiel had expressions, he'd be showing the same. Oh, but his eyes are hurting, and that's gorgeous. I usually like a price that ends up swelling my ranks, but I'll take it in sin and humiliation if that’s what’s available. And the humiliation of an angel and the "righteous man" has a power all of its own.
They argue with me for an hour. I use impeccable logic to point out that they're not about to lose anything they haven't already, and the price is cheap for the power gained. And gleefully it's Castiel who finally argues with Dean to accept.
"I have no other way of obtaining this power, and without it, Raphael is free to undo everything you and your brother sacrificed. I would never ask this of you."
Of course, Dean's suicidal hero complex comes to the fore and he says yes. I love brave and honest men; they're so easily manipulated. Despite everything they've both done, they still fundamentally believe in fair play.
It's almost cute.
I settle down in a comfortable chair while they stumble through getting it on. Castiel’s fingers are clumsy on Dean’s clothing, aware of my gaze, but Dean seems to forget about me a lot faster than I’d anticipated. He’s been watched before, the kinky little bastard.
Once divested of that ridiculous suit and coat, Castiel is a far prettier picture than I’d anticipated. I knew what Dean looked like (I’d watched Alistair’s “training sessions” quite a few times; better than reality TV), but Castiel is a nice surprise. And it’s clear they have something going a little closer than “fuck buddies.” The eyes. It’s always in the eyes. Those insipid glances of undying affection seem to make up for an appalling lack of technique as Castiel bent Dean’s knees back to slick him up inside. It’s bloody maddening seeing Dean trying to respond to that, and really I have to intervene.
“Roll over, Winchester,” I said.
Dean looked over at me, bleary eyed, clearly having tried to have forgotten I existed.
“Cas, roll him over, and put that tongue to better use.”
Castiel looked at me blankly. I sighed. How did those two managed to get through the fundamentals of sex? Have they never even looked at pornography? I’d expected better of Dean, at least.
“Lick his arsehole,” I said, rolling my eyes.
Castiel blinked in surprise at me even as he rolled Dean over. Still looking confused, he bent to Dean’s hole, that pink tongue flicking out over the crinkled skin. Dean’s completely involuntary yelp, and that expression of total revelation on his face, made my day by far. The sound seemed to energize Castiel, and I had to swallow a bit as he put that tongue into overdrive, seeming to want to get a few dozen new noises out of Dean.
I let the lovebirds play, getting a far better view of my handiwork. Dean was definitely liking the attention, cock fully hard and bobbing with his twitches from Castiel’s licking, but Castiel… No wonder Dean was able to get off with that pitiful, businesslike prep Castiel had been doing before. Castiel is one very lucky angel to have found a vessel like that. Endowments like his make up for a lot of deficiencies.
“Dean, you ready?” I asked. Dean was too far gone in his senses to even remember who was asking, but managed to groan out something that sounded like an affirmative. Castiel didn’t bother to wait anymore and pulled his tongue away and sat up, cock swaying as he brought it up to Dean’s glistening, pink hole. He pressed in gently, making Dean moan as his body slowly relaxed around Castiel’s girth, but I could see Dean struggling to hold back.
I mentally rolled my eyes. His lover’s an angel; it’s not like he has to worry about being too sore in the morning. Must be more of Castiel’s eternal caution. Like that had any place in the bedroom.
“Cas, all the way in,” I prompted. “Now.”
Castiel looked concerned, and gentled his grip on Dean’s hips.
“Bloody hell, aren’t you two fucking every day?” I demand.
Dean moaned softly, desperate for more contact, but Castiel just slowly nodded. I suppressed a desire to go up there and intervene for a demonstration.
“Dean, let’s pick up the pace a little. Ride him,” I said.
Castiel’s confusion suddenly transformed into ecstasy as Dean shoved back hard, setting Cas on his back on the bed. Twisting around, Dean groaned as he raised and lowered himself on the angel’s cock, his own flushed and dark, ready to explode at a touch.
Now this was more like it; Castiel under him, his low-voiced encouragements slowly morphing into incomprehensible noises as he churned his hips up, desperate for more of Dean, Dean sinking to meet him, obscenities spilling from his lips. I need more.
“Harder, Dean. Faster, Cas.”
The words are barely out before they arc together like lightning, raw and savage, driving each other higher and higher with every thrust. They’re on the brink of something huge, all-consuming, thinking of nothing but the pleasure. There’s no angel on his back, no hunter above him, just two greedy, pleasure-seeking whores racing for their only reward.
It’s so fucking beautiful.
Castiel goes first, Dean’s sexual fury spurring him to fill him up, and it’s a massive orgasm. He shakes below Dean, completely losing it, and Dean comes right after him, white pulses striping across Castiel’s skin, making him, claiming him.
All right, maybe there’s a little more between them than the sex, but they’ll remember this one time even in Heaven. They’ll try to recreate it again and again, adding new things, learning new things to add, and spending countless hours on decadent sex. Maybe they’ll even want an expert consultant, from time to time. For a price, I might even oblige.
I stood up, drinking in the aura of pleasure, and gave a warm smile to my two favorite employees.
“I’ll be right back with your souls,” I said, and leave Dean and Castiel behind. Naked, aroused, open, vulnerable, and now, mine.