Comment Fic Fills: Five Acts
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(In case you don't know, all of these will be NC-17 - the kink is listed in the LJ-cut. All of them are pretty straight forward, and the pairing is listed by the title.)
For the Five Acts:
This Once - Dean/Castiel
Dean loves the fact that, no matter what, Castiel wants to touch him constantly. When they are in bed, Cas will roam over his body with his fingers and his mouth and tease Dean until he can't do anything else but curl his fingers in Castiel's hair and scream his name.
But sometimes Dean doesn't know how to respond to the attention Cas lavishes over him. It's kind of a constant thing, like he just needs to be in charge. He's told Cas to take it easy, that maybe Cas can take it easy because he's perfectly capable of making someone feel good too, dammit. And then Cas just shrugs and growls against his neck, "You deserve to be able to lose control, Dean," and then somehow Dean's pants are off and his back is arching off the bed again. Castiel is really good at distracting Dean pretty much the second their lips meet.
So today, Dean decides what he's going to do right when Cas pops in the room, knows what he can do to take a little power back. Maybe he can run this show for once. Cas starts walking towards him and Dean knows that look well so immediately he says, "Stop."
Castiel's legs stop moving right before they hit the bed. "Dean," he starts to say, and that voice hits Dean right where it counts. Jesus.
"Cas," he answers back, palming his dick. He's been thinking about this since he woke up, it's not gonna take long for Dean to get hard, especially with Cas staring at him like he is right now. "Stay there."
Surprisingly to Dean, he stays put. Castiel's hands twitch uselessly and he cocks his head to the side. "I do not understand."
"You're gonna stay there," Dean purrs, "and watch."
"Dean--"
"I know how much you like to watch," Dean continues, and licks his lips absentmindedly. It's been a long time since he's jerked off, but you always remember what you like. Dean is trying to make a show out of it, taking his time. When his hands dip under his boxers and his hand touches skin, Dean breathes a little heavier. Normally, it's not a big deal. But when he can hear Cas breathing so close to him, knowing that Castiel is watching intently at everything...oh man.
"Dean," Castiel repeats. "Please, let me." There are so many options to the end of the sentence, and Dean knows Cas lets it hang for that reason.
Dean pushes his pants down a little for more room before he lets himself free. "No, Cas. You get to watch." He's been touching himself throughout the whole conversation, but when Dean curls his fingers around his own shaft and pumps, he can't help but let out a small, "oh," and he feels the bedsheets shift as Castiel leans forward and grips them tight.
They stay like that for a little bit, Dean working himself and Castiel's eyes locked on him. Dean leans his head against the headboard of the bed, letting his eyes flutter shut. "You know what I'm thinking about?"
When Castiel answers back--"What are you thinking about?"--Dean speeds his motions up just a little. Castiel's voice sounds wrecked. Dean loves it.
"You doing this." Dean twists his wrist sharply, allowing himself to let out a moan. "You trapping me under you and jerking me off just like this." He lets his thumb swipe across the head, making it a bit easier, a bit more slippery.
"Dean," Cas growls, and Castiel's breathing hisses in when Dean's hips jerk to the sound of his voice.
"Your fingers instead of mine," Dean continues, voice becoming uneven. "Biting my neck and saying how much you love how I look when I come."
"Please, Dean."
When Dean's eyes open to meet Castiel's, his hand fists his cock and moves fast. It doesn't help Cas looks like he's going to tear the bedsheet, eyes roaming over Dean, watching him intently. "Cas, Christ," Dean says, letting his eyes roll back in his head again, making sharp twists with his wrists as he lets his hips roll up into his hand. "Say it, Cas," he hisses. "Say that you want me."
"I want you," Castiel growls and that's when Dean comes, head slammed against the headboard, back arched as he feels the heat spill over his hand. Dean works himself through the orgasm, letting himself sigh as his breathing starts to even out.
"You can come over here now," Dean says, letting himself keep his eyes closed and relax for two seconds.
He feels Cas climb on the bed. "We're not done," is the only thing he says. Dean is about to open his eyes when he feels Castiel's tongue on his hand and Castiel's fingers lightly push against and over his lips.
"We're not done."
Accidental - Dean/Castiel, Sam
Sam is not supposed to be there. He's supposed to be in the library doing research, and Dean is supposed to be getting information from the family of the victim and then the food when he's done. (Sam always takes longer researching than Dean, so Dean always gets the food.)
So it's unusual for Sam to be in first, deciding the books at this particular Mississippi library were not good as the ones he has back at the hotel. He'll check the computer instead, he supposes as he slips into the bathroom and shuts the door until a tiny crack is left. (He doesn't like the mirror to be foggy.) He'll take a quick shower while he has some alone time, then he'll click at the computer until he hears the Impala outside.
Well, that is until he hears the hotel room door slam and then a long groan and then, "Jesus, Cas, we could have gotten the food first."
Sam would have just opened the bathroom door (the guys have seen him without a shirt before) and told them he was here, but as his hand reaches the door knob, he hears Dean full-out moan and say, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for taking Jesus' name in vain, dammit, c'mon." Then the shuffle of clothes and the creak of bedsprings and honestly Sam doesn't know what's going on. He peeks out.
He sees Dean lying back on the bed, Castiel fitting in between his legs. Too bad he ends up seeing the moment just as Castiel slips a finger over Dean's lips and says, "Suck," and really is it Sam's fault that it goes right to his dick?
Sam watches as Dean does so, lips pursing gently around the fingers, moving slowly as he works them in his mouth. Castiel's eyes shut and he hums his agreement. "I like your mouth, Dean," he says.
Dean leans his head back and pulls Castiel's wrist down and slips his hand away from his lips so he can say, "No, you like putting things in my mouth."
"I like your mouth," Cas repeats, running his thumb over Dean's bottom lip. Sam's breath catches in his throat. This is not something that he should be seeing. He should be at the library reading through old books and researching shit. He should not be in the motel bathroom watching his brother and his brother's angel kiss and trying not to touch himself.
Dean pulls Castiel's tie so their mouths meet. Sam watches as Dean lets Cas experiment, let his tongue push and open Dean's mouth, licking and exploring. Dean moans into his mouth, and Sam watches as a shudder goes through Dean, letting his head tip back, exposing his neck to Cas. Castiel moves down, nipping and kissing his way to Dean's pulse point, sucking a mark onto the skin. "Shouldn't have taught you how to kiss," Dean says, low and rough, his hips rocking forwards.
"I believe you said you wanted a little more foreplay," Castiel comments, letting his lips rest above Dean's skin as he says it. Sam notices that they are red and abused and not as chapped as they usually look, wet with kisses shared.
"Didn't know you would turn into a teasing bastard," Dean growls back. Sam curls his hands into fists as Castiel reaches down, placing his hands under Dean's shirt and lifting it up by sliding his hands to Dean's shoulders. He brings his lips down to a nipple, kissing it softly before latching his mouth onto it. Dean arches into it, letting a string of curses work their way out of his mouth.
"I like seeing you lose control under me," Castiel says simply, like it's a fact.
"Please, Cas, c'mon," Dean says, and the way his voice pleads sends a thrill through Sam. It's forceful enough to make him steady himself on the wall.
"Not all of it, not now," Cas replies. When Dean attempts to hurry him up by rolling his hips up so they connect with Castiel's, the angel hisses in breath and shakes his head. "Dean."
"Say my name again," as Dean apparently disregards whatever Cas wants to do and starts slipping his pants down.
"Dean," Cas says without thinking, "stop." Cas pushes Dean's shoulders down onto the bed and Sam feels his breath hitch on the inhale.
"Please, Cas, please just fuckin' c'mon," Dean growls, fighting fruitlessly against Castiel's hand on the bed. "I need this." Sam finally brings a hand down and cups himself, biting back any noise. He'll deal with the guilt in the morning, but right now he needs to deal with this.
"What do you want, Dean?" Castiel murmurs, using his name on purpose once again.
"Fuck me," Dean spits out, jerking under Castiel's hold.
"Not now," Cas says, and Dean snorts. "But I'll give you release, if that's what you need." Sam's eyes flutter as he unzips his jeans and lets his hand slip underneath his underwear. Oh God.
"Yes, yes, just make me come, Cas, stop teasing me, dammit," Dean babbles. "You were messing around with me when we were driving, now finish what you started." Sam strokes up and down and he can't stop himself from watching.
Cas actually grins when he lets one of Dean's shoulders free, hand slipping down Dean's stomach. He gently grabs Dean's cock and lets his fingers slide on the precome leaking from the head. "What do you want?" Cas repeats, and when Dean gasps, "In me," Cas lets his mouth wander to the edge of Dean's shirt and bites down as he works a finger into Dean. Sam works himself a little faster as Dean lets out a groan, back arching again. A second finger and Dean can do nothing move around fruitlessly.
Sam can tell when Cas finds Dean's prostate because Dean whimpers and brings a hand up to twine in Castiel's hair. "Faster, Cas," he manages to work out of his throat.
Castiel does move faster because sounds Sam has never heard Dean make start issuing from Dean's throat. "I'm going to make you come like this, Dean," Castiel rumbles, running his lips over Dean's throat as Dean thrashes beneath him. Sam feels a small groan escape his lips that is luckily drowned in all the noise Dean is making.
Soon Dean gives up and just starts saying "Cas" and "please," which apparently Castiel cannot really stand for long. He curls his fingers and hits that spot hard, making Dean shout Castiel's name and come hard, his body shaking.
Sam whimpers, feeling his own orgasm sneak up on him, his fingers trying to dig into the wall as he pumps slowly. The guilt will come later, he's sure, but right now Sam is letting out a small sigh. He looks back at Dean and Cas. Dean is breathing slowly in and out as Castiel murmurs against his jawline, lips close enough to move against Dean's skin. Sam is pretty sure it's Enochian, although he's too far away to tell.
Castiel kisses Dean again, and this time it's chaste, small and gentle as Dean's breathing returns to normal. "Later," Castiel says. "Later tonight." Kisses like promises.
Dean just nods, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Sam backs up and grabs a towel. He feels a small stir of jealousy and pushes it to the side. He'll wait until they go for food, and then jump in the shower. He definitely needs it now.
Angel Things - Sam/Gabriel
Gabriel is too aware that Sam has a huge hard on for angel things. He guesses it's because he wants to be saved or some shit like that, but Sam Winchester basically has a boner for anything angel, which usually works in Gabriel's favor. The sex is pretty fucking amazing and Gabriel doesn't mind the advantages of being what he is turning someone on.
What Sam asks for, well. "Please," Sam murmurs into Gabriel's ear one day. "Please take them out."
Gabriel usually just doesn't answer and just grabs available skin and that's mostly enough to distract Sam. "Kind of a personal thing there, Sam," Gabriel replies, letting his mouth slide down to Sam's neck and suck a mark there.
Sam groans, and dammit, his hands are at Gabriel's sides, slowly moving upward to his shoulderblades. "How long have we been doing this?" Sam asks him, and Gabriel can feel his voice rumble.
"A while," Gabriel replies flippantly. For fuck's sake, you try to have dirty sex with a guy, and he wants to make it all complicated with wings. He lets a hand ghost over the bulge in Sam's pants and can't help but smile when he feels Sam's hips jerk in response.
"Please." Sam lets his voice almost whine with the request.
"It'll ruin the moment."
"Gabriel." Sam takes Gabriel's jaw in one large hand and gently forces him to look in Sam's eyes. "Just one peek."
Gabriel stares at him a long time before he actually moves. He doesn't really want to do it, but Sam just looks...so eager. Not for the wings, per say, but just a way to get closer, to have a connection.
Gabriel hasn't had that kind of connection in a long time.
He shrugs Sam's hands off and takes off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. "Close your eyes, Sam."
"But--"
Gabriel snorts. "You can't see them, stupid. They aren't your normal wings." His voice gets serious again when he repeats, "Close your eyes." Sam doesn't want to mess up the chance he's getting anyway, so he goes ahead and shuts his eyes. "You aren't peeking, are you?"
"No!" Sam thinks Gabriel is just playing around, he's gonna actually shove chocolate in his face or something equally immature and tell him it was all a joke when he hears a soft sound, like something unfurling and falling to the floor. Gabriel gives a sigh, like he's relieved from a weight on his shoulders. Sam hears a little shuffling noise. "...Can I look now?"
"I told you, Sam, you can't look at them." Gabriel actually sounds neutral, like he just can't be bothered with such tiny issues.
Sam sighs. Great. Now he gets to sit here in darkness. Until he feels the smooth of Gabriel's naked back and there are definitely two huge things on either side of him now. "Wha?" he hears himself mumbling, and reaches out to steady himself, holding onto Gabriel's sides.
"Be careful," Gabriel warns him, and the things on either side of Sam rustle. "I don't want you jizzing all over my wings because you got too excited."
Sam snorts and declines to respond, letting his hands trail up Gabriel's back and to his shoulderblades. Gabriel shifts, obviously still a little uncomfortable with his wings out and about. But when Sam feels the first wing, lets his hand slowly feel the soft, downy feathers at the base, he feels Gabriel exhale and Gabriel's body shifts ever so slightly back. "Yes," Gabriel affirms, giving the okay for Sam to continue.
Sam slowly lets his hand move over the feathers, being as careful as he can. Gabriel responds to these movements, shifting and shuffling around, his breath hitching sometimes when Sam moves his hand in between a group of feathers. "Is this okay?" he asks hesitantly, combing his fingers through the individual feathers.
"It's fine," Gabriel says, and his voice is just a bit husky. Sam wishes he could see this. He wants to see the wings, wants to see Gabriel's body move and shift. Instead, he can only touch. Sam pushes Gabriel and Gabriel stumbles forward, letting out a small sound as he steadies himself on the wall with his arms. "Jeez, Sam, watch yourself," Gabriel chides, letting out a huff. "Lucky I can handle you leaning on me like this."
"Shut up," Sam replies, wrapping an arm around Gabriel's waist, squeezing gently. He buries one hand in a wing and buries his face in the other, sighing into the feathers. Gabriel jerks and moans, canting his head up. Sam starts grabbing the feathers. They're not fragile, like bird feathers, they're made of something stronger. Soft, but...solid. They smell strongly of cinnamon to Sam. There's something else underneath it as well, something musky and secret. When Sam brings his hand down to Gabriel's erection and lets his fingers play over the fabric, the wings ruffle and react.
"Sam," and Gabriel's voice is deep and broken. Sam brings his mouth down to the middle of Gabriel's back--between the wings--and licks the skin, sucking on it, moaning against it. He knows he's rubbing against Gabriel, and he can tell Gabriel doesn't know whether to thrust into Sam's hand or backwards into Sam's hips.
Sam lets his other hand grab onto the base of one wing, hand roughly trailing upwards and then grabbing the feathers and tugging as hard as Sam thinks he can manage without hurting Gabriel. He bites into the soft of Gabriel's neck, growling against his skin.
Gabriel goes stiff and his hips buck hard as he comes, Sam feeling the fabric of his pants dampen under his fingers. The wings flare out and curl against Sam and then go slack, falling to the ground.
"Sam," Gabriel chokes out.
"Hmn?"
"Next time do a guy a favor and not make him come in his pants."
Sam laughs. "It's not like you can't clean it in two seconds, anyway." He feels Gabriel shrug. "...Is it okay for me to open my eyes?"
The same instant Gabriel nods is the moment Sam feels the wings beside him fade away. "Go for it," Gabriel murmurs, and Sam slowly cracks his eyes open. Gabriel is still in the same position, arms braced against the wall, his back to Sam. Sam wraps his arms loosely around Gabriel's waist, kissing the side of his neck. "You really do have a boner for this angel stuff, don't you?" and his voice is back to the normal teasing tone again.
"Shut up," Sam says again, and knows that next time Gabriel's gonna take advantage of that little fact. Once he knows one of Sam's turn-ons, he abuses it. "...Was that okay?" Sam asks, suddenly self-conscious. He remembers Gabriel mentioning it was a little personal. Hopefully he wasn't too rough with them. "It wasn't too uncomfortable for you?"
Gabriel lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. Typical Sam. It was kind of cute the way he got so worked up and then so concerned. "Maybe we'll try it again. You on the bed instead of me up against the wall."
"Deal." Sam might not get to see them, but at least he'll feel them, get to know they're there and that's good enough for him.
Cold As Ice - Sam/Lucifer
"I keep my promises, Sam," Lucifer murmurs into the hunter's skin. In Sam's dreams, his face always shifts. Keeps shifting. Sam especially gets weirded out when he'll see parts of faces he knows. Sometimes he'll have Dean's lips or Castiel's chin and that's a little weird to Sam. Mostly it's faces he doesn't know; Sam still isn't sure if Lucifer invents the features or has stolen them from people he's seen.
"Your breath is so cold," Sam whispers, thinking out loud.
Lucifer doesn't respond. "We're kismet, you and I." He's in a loose-fitting suit this time, tie undone, cuffs rolled up to the elbow. It's Nick's face this time, his eyes watching every breath Sam takes.
"Stop."
There's the head-tilt, the weird tilt that all the angels do. Lucifer stares at him. "Stop what?"
"You're going to use my body to bring Hell on Earth," Sam deadpans. He won't look into Nick's eyes. "So stop acting like it's some amazing shit. You're going to kill everyone."
"Not everyone, Sam," Lucifer promises, kissing his neck gently, making Sam shudder. His lips are so cold, like a popsicle fresh from the freezer. Sometimes it makes your lips sting. "I'll save a few people, if you want. To keep you company."
Sam is silent. There's such a difference, how Lucifer is an angel but doesn't give off heat. The only parts of him that are warm are the parts curled around Sam, stealing Sam's warmth. "I'm not going to make it Hell on Earth, Sam," the angel--devil--continues. "I'm going to change it back the way it should be." His voice lowers to a husky whisper that sends chills through Sam. Chills that shouldn't be curling in his gut like that. "I'm going to bring back Eden before Adam and Eve were cast out. I'm going to make this world the way it should be." Lucifer nips under Sam's jaw, lets a hand roam over Sam's chest, fingers like ice.
"And destroy all the people," Sam gasps. "All because you can't get over God loving humans."
"Humans are beautiful creations, like everything my Father has breathed life into." Lucifer whispers it into Sam's ear, lips now hot from being on Sam's skin for so long. "It's the personalities that make them ugly on the inside. Hateful, destroying everything they were given," he hisses. "But you, Sam...oh, you are perfect. Everything I could have wished for in a vessel." Lucifer slowly brings his hands to his wrinkled white shirt, undoing the buttons. "Won't you let me in, Sam? Please let me in. We could make everything so lovely again. God would be so proud."
"No," Sam says, closing his eyes. He moans when Lucifer bites his neck, sucking hard at the skin.
"I only Fell from Heaven because I loved too much, Sam," he says. "You loved your brother so much you wanted to save him, you wanted to save the world for him. To get revenge for him." Lucifer removes the tie, shucks off the suit jacket and white button-up in one swift movement. "We're tied together, you and I, whether you'll admit it or not. Tied together with a red string," and Lucifer licks softly where he just bit, soothing the red mark.
"The road to hell is paved with the best intentions," Sam chokes out.
"In my world, there won't be a hell anymore, Sam." He climbs on top of Sam, pressing against him.
Sam gasping in air, hips rolling up on their own accord against Lucifer. "Cold," he says.
"Not with you to warm me up, Sam," Lucifer says, giving lazy, open kisses to invite Sam in. "Kindred spirits. I know what makes you feel good," pressing into Sam, grinding against him, making Sam arch his back and moan into Nick's mouth and Lucifer loves it all. "I love making you desperate," he says, "until you are begging for more. If you said yes, it wouldn't be just dreams."
"I can't," Sam says, Lucifer dragging his nails down Sam's chest, licking over the anti-possession tattoo.
"I can wait," Lucifer replies. "But I can't wait forever, Sam." And soon they are both hot and sweating and Sam is screaming under Lucifer's touch, asking for more more please just a little more and Lucifer says, "All you have to do is say yes."
When Sam wakes up, the cold on his skin lingers.
Comfort - Dean/Castiel/Sam
Castiel is breathing heavy. He says he needs them. He says he wants this. Dean is hesitant, unsure. He asks Castiel, "Are you sure?" Castiel pulls him close, murmurs against his cheek, "Yes, Dean," making Dean shiver as Castiel's thumb traces his lower lip. Castiel says he has lost his faith in God, that he needs to put his faith in something else. It scares Dean, how human he is in this moment. Even angels aren't safe when the apocalypse comes to town. He's frozen, staring at Cas, debating whether he should talk this out or just go for it.
Castiel is about to flutter away when Sam gently holds his arm. "Cas," he says, and both the angel and Dean stare at him, waiting. Sam knows the desperate feeling of needing someone to fill the emptiness inside; that's why he clung to Ruby, after all. When he goes to kiss Castiel, it's firm, understanding, gentle. Castiel is the one who leans into it, making it hungry and rough as their lips slide together. He pulls Sam's shirt so hard that both brothers hear the fabric rip, and Sam clumsily works Cas' trenchcoat and suit jacket off.
Buttons seem to be too much for Castiel, so halfway through undoing Sam's overshirt he ends up popping off half the buttons, gasping, "More," into Sam's mouth. Sam willingly obliges. Castiel frowns for a split second as Sam breaks their kiss, sucking a mark underneath Cas' jawline. He bites and nips and licks his way to Castiel's clavicle, loosening the tie and unbuttoning the white dress shirt. Castiel thrums under Sam's touch, fingers trying to get a good grasp anywhere, hands scrambling over the available skin and ending up latching onto fabric instead.
Sam stops for a moment and Castiel growls his displeasure. But Sam isn't paying attention to Cas, he's watching Dean as his brother walks up behind Castiel, taking the tie and slipping it off Cas' head, letting it tumble to the floor. Dean fits his face into the crook of Castiel's neck, gently kissing the skin where Sam had just bruised. Sam's fingers work fast, and when the dress shirt is untucked and unbuttoned, Dean slips it off Castiel's shoulders. When Castiel shudders and moans as Sam explores the shadows of his chest, Dean lets his fingers run over Cas' lips, exhaling hard against the back of the angel's neck when Castiel slips the digits into his mouth in a smooth motion, sucking hard. "Fuck, Cas," Dean says, and he can't help the way his voice sounds low and choked.
Sam is the one to undo Castiel's pants, thumbs hooking over the pants of his underwear and dragging the whole works down. Castiel lets Dean's fingers slip out of his mouth, turning his head to meet Dean's eyes. "Dean," he says, pupils already blown to hell, and he sounds a little unsure.
"We got you, Cas," and Dean's voice is a husky whisper that makes Sam lick his lips and sigh against Castiel's hip. "We got you."
Sam stands up, and says, "Bed would be nice." Castiel immediately moves to it and stumbles, pants still around his ankles.
Dean can't help the snort of laughter, arm hooking around Cas' waist so he doesn't fall over. "Slow your roll for a second," he says, and luckily the bed isn't that far away. Sam helps Cas shuffle over, not able to help the smile on his face. When Cas sits down on the mattress, Sam starts taking off his shoes and everything else while Dean sits beside him.
"I feel as if this is going abnormally," Cas mentions.
Dean smiles and lifts an eyebrow. "Actually, I think it's going down pretty well."
"I am the only one without clothes," Cas observes. Dean laughs and it comes out not at all like he expected. He strips off his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor.
"Feel better now?" The words don't come out as cocky as they should, but that's mostly because Castiel grabs Dean's shoulder where his scar stands out in red and Dean feels a jolt run through him, Castiel swallowing his moan as he smashes his lips against Dean's. He would have imagined his lips to be more chapped, but instead they are wet and slick and they slide so easily against Dean's mouth.
Sam spreads Castiel's legs gently, and when his mouth meets velvet skin that hasn't been touched in more than a year, Dean feels the breathless gasp that's punched out of Cas. His hips jerk hard and Castiel has to put both his arms to his sides, holding himself up while Sam sucks and licks, electric blue watching his every move. Dean leans over, fingers skimming over Cas' stomach, lips against his ear as he says, "Easy, Cas."
Dean doesn't look at Sam--not yet--and instead keeps his attention on the angel, watching him trying to breathe, biting his bottom lip, trying to keep in control. Sam is slowly unraveling Cas bit and bit, soft mouth and rough strokes. He hums and Castiel arches, babbling Sam's name. His fingers tangle into Sam's hair, pulling.
But not yet. Not yet. Sam is rough, leaving kisses that burn and mark and bruise. Dean is gentle, fingers stroking through Castiel's hair. When Sam leaves them to search through one of their duffles, Castiel glances to Dean. He starts to say something but Dean doesn't want to hear it. He covers Castiel's mouth with his own and drowns his words until they become, "please, Dean, please."
Sam places the bottle on the floor beside him when he returns, drawing their attention. "Can I?" he asks, and even though it's obvious Cas is going to say yes, he still needs to know. Castiel nods. Sam spreads Castiel's legs, trying to take his time. Dean twines his fingers in Cas', sighing into his hair, trying to relax him. When Sam finally gets in, Castiel's body tenses, and Dean is the one to place light kisses on his cheek, telling him it's okay, it's okay, we've got you. Sam lets his mouth roam over Castiel's inner thigh, slowly working another finger, a little impatient.
But Cas must be impatient too, because he's pushing back, small, needy noises ripped from his throat when Sam finds the right spot. Castiel is saying both their names, his voice so raw already and Dean tells him to let go already and bites the skin at the base of his neck. He fists Castiel's cock, and he can see the sensory overload it's having on the angel, not able to decide whether to arch into Dean's hand or push back on Sam's fingers. Finally it becomes too much, and Castiel comes hard, panting small cries of pleasure. Dean works him through his orgasm, ignoring the mess on his hand for now. He lets Cas lie back, catching his breath and riding the aftershocks.
Dean is about to let go when he feels a tongue run across his hand. When he looks over, Sam's watching him, tongue running over the mess on Dean's fingers. It's such an open, deliberate action and Dean can't help but let Sam suck them clean. "Christ, Sammy." It's been so fragile between them lately and when Sam lifts himself up to press Dean into the mattress, Dean lets him. He opens his mouth, feels how familiar it is between them, the strange taste of Castiel now tingling over both their tongues. Dean reaches over and gives Cas' hand a squeeze, Sam moving down to lightly kiss the tattoo on Dean's chest.
They both hear when Cas whispers, "More."
(In case you don't know, all of these will be NC-17 - the kink is listed in the LJ-cut. All of them are pretty straight forward, and the pairing is listed by the title.)
For the Five Acts:
This Once - Dean/Castiel
Dean loves the fact that, no matter what, Castiel wants to touch him constantly. When they are in bed, Cas will roam over his body with his fingers and his mouth and tease Dean until he can't do anything else but curl his fingers in Castiel's hair and scream his name.
But sometimes Dean doesn't know how to respond to the attention Cas lavishes over him. It's kind of a constant thing, like he just needs to be in charge. He's told Cas to take it easy, that maybe Cas can take it easy because he's perfectly capable of making someone feel good too, dammit. And then Cas just shrugs and growls against his neck, "You deserve to be able to lose control, Dean," and then somehow Dean's pants are off and his back is arching off the bed again. Castiel is really good at distracting Dean pretty much the second their lips meet.
So today, Dean decides what he's going to do right when Cas pops in the room, knows what he can do to take a little power back. Maybe he can run this show for once. Cas starts walking towards him and Dean knows that look well so immediately he says, "Stop."
Castiel's legs stop moving right before they hit the bed. "Dean," he starts to say, and that voice hits Dean right where it counts. Jesus.
"Cas," he answers back, palming his dick. He's been thinking about this since he woke up, it's not gonna take long for Dean to get hard, especially with Cas staring at him like he is right now. "Stay there."
Surprisingly to Dean, he stays put. Castiel's hands twitch uselessly and he cocks his head to the side. "I do not understand."
"You're gonna stay there," Dean purrs, "and watch."
"Dean--"
"I know how much you like to watch," Dean continues, and licks his lips absentmindedly. It's been a long time since he's jerked off, but you always remember what you like. Dean is trying to make a show out of it, taking his time. When his hands dip under his boxers and his hand touches skin, Dean breathes a little heavier. Normally, it's not a big deal. But when he can hear Cas breathing so close to him, knowing that Castiel is watching intently at everything...oh man.
"Dean," Castiel repeats. "Please, let me." There are so many options to the end of the sentence, and Dean knows Cas lets it hang for that reason.
Dean pushes his pants down a little for more room before he lets himself free. "No, Cas. You get to watch." He's been touching himself throughout the whole conversation, but when Dean curls his fingers around his own shaft and pumps, he can't help but let out a small, "oh," and he feels the bedsheets shift as Castiel leans forward and grips them tight.
They stay like that for a little bit, Dean working himself and Castiel's eyes locked on him. Dean leans his head against the headboard of the bed, letting his eyes flutter shut. "You know what I'm thinking about?"
When Castiel answers back--"What are you thinking about?"--Dean speeds his motions up just a little. Castiel's voice sounds wrecked. Dean loves it.
"You doing this." Dean twists his wrist sharply, allowing himself to let out a moan. "You trapping me under you and jerking me off just like this." He lets his thumb swipe across the head, making it a bit easier, a bit more slippery.
"Dean," Cas growls, and Castiel's breathing hisses in when Dean's hips jerk to the sound of his voice.
"Your fingers instead of mine," Dean continues, voice becoming uneven. "Biting my neck and saying how much you love how I look when I come."
"Please, Dean."
When Dean's eyes open to meet Castiel's, his hand fists his cock and moves fast. It doesn't help Cas looks like he's going to tear the bedsheet, eyes roaming over Dean, watching him intently. "Cas, Christ," Dean says, letting his eyes roll back in his head again, making sharp twists with his wrists as he lets his hips roll up into his hand. "Say it, Cas," he hisses. "Say that you want me."
"I want you," Castiel growls and that's when Dean comes, head slammed against the headboard, back arched as he feels the heat spill over his hand. Dean works himself through the orgasm, letting himself sigh as his breathing starts to even out.
"You can come over here now," Dean says, letting himself keep his eyes closed and relax for two seconds.
He feels Cas climb on the bed. "We're not done," is the only thing he says. Dean is about to open his eyes when he feels Castiel's tongue on his hand and Castiel's fingers lightly push against and over his lips.
"We're not done."
Accidental - Dean/Castiel, Sam
Sam is not supposed to be there. He's supposed to be in the library doing research, and Dean is supposed to be getting information from the family of the victim and then the food when he's done. (Sam always takes longer researching than Dean, so Dean always gets the food.)
So it's unusual for Sam to be in first, deciding the books at this particular Mississippi library were not good as the ones he has back at the hotel. He'll check the computer instead, he supposes as he slips into the bathroom and shuts the door until a tiny crack is left. (He doesn't like the mirror to be foggy.) He'll take a quick shower while he has some alone time, then he'll click at the computer until he hears the Impala outside.
Well, that is until he hears the hotel room door slam and then a long groan and then, "Jesus, Cas, we could have gotten the food first."
Sam would have just opened the bathroom door (the guys have seen him without a shirt before) and told them he was here, but as his hand reaches the door knob, he hears Dean full-out moan and say, "Okay, okay, I'm sorry for taking Jesus' name in vain, dammit, c'mon." Then the shuffle of clothes and the creak of bedsprings and honestly Sam doesn't know what's going on. He peeks out.
He sees Dean lying back on the bed, Castiel fitting in between his legs. Too bad he ends up seeing the moment just as Castiel slips a finger over Dean's lips and says, "Suck," and really is it Sam's fault that it goes right to his dick?
Sam watches as Dean does so, lips pursing gently around the fingers, moving slowly as he works them in his mouth. Castiel's eyes shut and he hums his agreement. "I like your mouth, Dean," he says.
Dean leans his head back and pulls Castiel's wrist down and slips his hand away from his lips so he can say, "No, you like putting things in my mouth."
"I like your mouth," Cas repeats, running his thumb over Dean's bottom lip. Sam's breath catches in his throat. This is not something that he should be seeing. He should be at the library reading through old books and researching shit. He should not be in the motel bathroom watching his brother and his brother's angel kiss and trying not to touch himself.
Dean pulls Castiel's tie so their mouths meet. Sam watches as Dean lets Cas experiment, let his tongue push and open Dean's mouth, licking and exploring. Dean moans into his mouth, and Sam watches as a shudder goes through Dean, letting his head tip back, exposing his neck to Cas. Castiel moves down, nipping and kissing his way to Dean's pulse point, sucking a mark onto the skin. "Shouldn't have taught you how to kiss," Dean says, low and rough, his hips rocking forwards.
"I believe you said you wanted a little more foreplay," Castiel comments, letting his lips rest above Dean's skin as he says it. Sam notices that they are red and abused and not as chapped as they usually look, wet with kisses shared.
"Didn't know you would turn into a teasing bastard," Dean growls back. Sam curls his hands into fists as Castiel reaches down, placing his hands under Dean's shirt and lifting it up by sliding his hands to Dean's shoulders. He brings his lips down to a nipple, kissing it softly before latching his mouth onto it. Dean arches into it, letting a string of curses work their way out of his mouth.
"I like seeing you lose control under me," Castiel says simply, like it's a fact.
"Please, Cas, c'mon," Dean says, and the way his voice pleads sends a thrill through Sam. It's forceful enough to make him steady himself on the wall.
"Not all of it, not now," Cas replies. When Dean attempts to hurry him up by rolling his hips up so they connect with Castiel's, the angel hisses in breath and shakes his head. "Dean."
"Say my name again," as Dean apparently disregards whatever Cas wants to do and starts slipping his pants down.
"Dean," Cas says without thinking, "stop." Cas pushes Dean's shoulders down onto the bed and Sam feels his breath hitch on the inhale.
"Please, Cas, please just fuckin' c'mon," Dean growls, fighting fruitlessly against Castiel's hand on the bed. "I need this." Sam finally brings a hand down and cups himself, biting back any noise. He'll deal with the guilt in the morning, but right now he needs to deal with this.
"What do you want, Dean?" Castiel murmurs, using his name on purpose once again.
"Fuck me," Dean spits out, jerking under Castiel's hold.
"Not now," Cas says, and Dean snorts. "But I'll give you release, if that's what you need." Sam's eyes flutter as he unzips his jeans and lets his hand slip underneath his underwear. Oh God.
"Yes, yes, just make me come, Cas, stop teasing me, dammit," Dean babbles. "You were messing around with me when we were driving, now finish what you started." Sam strokes up and down and he can't stop himself from watching.
Cas actually grins when he lets one of Dean's shoulders free, hand slipping down Dean's stomach. He gently grabs Dean's cock and lets his fingers slide on the precome leaking from the head. "What do you want?" Cas repeats, and when Dean gasps, "In me," Cas lets his mouth wander to the edge of Dean's shirt and bites down as he works a finger into Dean. Sam works himself a little faster as Dean lets out a groan, back arching again. A second finger and Dean can do nothing move around fruitlessly.
Sam can tell when Cas finds Dean's prostate because Dean whimpers and brings a hand up to twine in Castiel's hair. "Faster, Cas," he manages to work out of his throat.
Castiel does move faster because sounds Sam has never heard Dean make start issuing from Dean's throat. "I'm going to make you come like this, Dean," Castiel rumbles, running his lips over Dean's throat as Dean thrashes beneath him. Sam feels a small groan escape his lips that is luckily drowned in all the noise Dean is making.
Soon Dean gives up and just starts saying "Cas" and "please," which apparently Castiel cannot really stand for long. He curls his fingers and hits that spot hard, making Dean shout Castiel's name and come hard, his body shaking.
Sam whimpers, feeling his own orgasm sneak up on him, his fingers trying to dig into the wall as he pumps slowly. The guilt will come later, he's sure, but right now Sam is letting out a small sigh. He looks back at Dean and Cas. Dean is breathing slowly in and out as Castiel murmurs against his jawline, lips close enough to move against Dean's skin. Sam is pretty sure it's Enochian, although he's too far away to tell.
Castiel kisses Dean again, and this time it's chaste, small and gentle as Dean's breathing returns to normal. "Later," Castiel says. "Later tonight." Kisses like promises.
Dean just nods, a ghost of a smile on his lips.
Sam backs up and grabs a towel. He feels a small stir of jealousy and pushes it to the side. He'll wait until they go for food, and then jump in the shower. He definitely needs it now.
Angel Things - Sam/Gabriel
Gabriel is too aware that Sam has a huge hard on for angel things. He guesses it's because he wants to be saved or some shit like that, but Sam Winchester basically has a boner for anything angel, which usually works in Gabriel's favor. The sex is pretty fucking amazing and Gabriel doesn't mind the advantages of being what he is turning someone on.
What Sam asks for, well. "Please," Sam murmurs into Gabriel's ear one day. "Please take them out."
Gabriel usually just doesn't answer and just grabs available skin and that's mostly enough to distract Sam. "Kind of a personal thing there, Sam," Gabriel replies, letting his mouth slide down to Sam's neck and suck a mark there.
Sam groans, and dammit, his hands are at Gabriel's sides, slowly moving upward to his shoulderblades. "How long have we been doing this?" Sam asks him, and Gabriel can feel his voice rumble.
"A while," Gabriel replies flippantly. For fuck's sake, you try to have dirty sex with a guy, and he wants to make it all complicated with wings. He lets a hand ghost over the bulge in Sam's pants and can't help but smile when he feels Sam's hips jerk in response.
"Please." Sam lets his voice almost whine with the request.
"It'll ruin the moment."
"Gabriel." Sam takes Gabriel's jaw in one large hand and gently forces him to look in Sam's eyes. "Just one peek."
Gabriel stares at him a long time before he actually moves. He doesn't really want to do it, but Sam just looks...so eager. Not for the wings, per say, but just a way to get closer, to have a connection.
Gabriel hasn't had that kind of connection in a long time.
He shrugs Sam's hands off and takes off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. "Close your eyes, Sam."
"But--"
Gabriel snorts. "You can't see them, stupid. They aren't your normal wings." His voice gets serious again when he repeats, "Close your eyes." Sam doesn't want to mess up the chance he's getting anyway, so he goes ahead and shuts his eyes. "You aren't peeking, are you?"
"No!" Sam thinks Gabriel is just playing around, he's gonna actually shove chocolate in his face or something equally immature and tell him it was all a joke when he hears a soft sound, like something unfurling and falling to the floor. Gabriel gives a sigh, like he's relieved from a weight on his shoulders. Sam hears a little shuffling noise. "...Can I look now?"
"I told you, Sam, you can't look at them." Gabriel actually sounds neutral, like he just can't be bothered with such tiny issues.
Sam sighs. Great. Now he gets to sit here in darkness. Until he feels the smooth of Gabriel's naked back and there are definitely two huge things on either side of him now. "Wha?" he hears himself mumbling, and reaches out to steady himself, holding onto Gabriel's sides.
"Be careful," Gabriel warns him, and the things on either side of Sam rustle. "I don't want you jizzing all over my wings because you got too excited."
Sam snorts and declines to respond, letting his hands trail up Gabriel's back and to his shoulderblades. Gabriel shifts, obviously still a little uncomfortable with his wings out and about. But when Sam feels the first wing, lets his hand slowly feel the soft, downy feathers at the base, he feels Gabriel exhale and Gabriel's body shifts ever so slightly back. "Yes," Gabriel affirms, giving the okay for Sam to continue.
Sam slowly lets his hand move over the feathers, being as careful as he can. Gabriel responds to these movements, shifting and shuffling around, his breath hitching sometimes when Sam moves his hand in between a group of feathers. "Is this okay?" he asks hesitantly, combing his fingers through the individual feathers.
"It's fine," Gabriel says, and his voice is just a bit husky. Sam wishes he could see this. He wants to see the wings, wants to see Gabriel's body move and shift. Instead, he can only touch. Sam pushes Gabriel and Gabriel stumbles forward, letting out a small sound as he steadies himself on the wall with his arms. "Jeez, Sam, watch yourself," Gabriel chides, letting out a huff. "Lucky I can handle you leaning on me like this."
"Shut up," Sam replies, wrapping an arm around Gabriel's waist, squeezing gently. He buries one hand in a wing and buries his face in the other, sighing into the feathers. Gabriel jerks and moans, canting his head up. Sam starts grabbing the feathers. They're not fragile, like bird feathers, they're made of something stronger. Soft, but...solid. They smell strongly of cinnamon to Sam. There's something else underneath it as well, something musky and secret. When Sam brings his hand down to Gabriel's erection and lets his fingers play over the fabric, the wings ruffle and react.
"Sam," and Gabriel's voice is deep and broken. Sam brings his mouth down to the middle of Gabriel's back--between the wings--and licks the skin, sucking on it, moaning against it. He knows he's rubbing against Gabriel, and he can tell Gabriel doesn't know whether to thrust into Sam's hand or backwards into Sam's hips.
Sam lets his other hand grab onto the base of one wing, hand roughly trailing upwards and then grabbing the feathers and tugging as hard as Sam thinks he can manage without hurting Gabriel. He bites into the soft of Gabriel's neck, growling against his skin.
Gabriel goes stiff and his hips buck hard as he comes, Sam feeling the fabric of his pants dampen under his fingers. The wings flare out and curl against Sam and then go slack, falling to the ground.
"Sam," Gabriel chokes out.
"Hmn?"
"Next time do a guy a favor and not make him come in his pants."
Sam laughs. "It's not like you can't clean it in two seconds, anyway." He feels Gabriel shrug. "...Is it okay for me to open my eyes?"
The same instant Gabriel nods is the moment Sam feels the wings beside him fade away. "Go for it," Gabriel murmurs, and Sam slowly cracks his eyes open. Gabriel is still in the same position, arms braced against the wall, his back to Sam. Sam wraps his arms loosely around Gabriel's waist, kissing the side of his neck. "You really do have a boner for this angel stuff, don't you?" and his voice is back to the normal teasing tone again.
"Shut up," Sam says again, and knows that next time Gabriel's gonna take advantage of that little fact. Once he knows one of Sam's turn-ons, he abuses it. "...Was that okay?" Sam asks, suddenly self-conscious. He remembers Gabriel mentioning it was a little personal. Hopefully he wasn't too rough with them. "It wasn't too uncomfortable for you?"
Gabriel lets out a chuckle and shakes his head. Typical Sam. It was kind of cute the way he got so worked up and then so concerned. "Maybe we'll try it again. You on the bed instead of me up against the wall."
"Deal." Sam might not get to see them, but at least he'll feel them, get to know they're there and that's good enough for him.
Cold As Ice - Sam/Lucifer
"I keep my promises, Sam," Lucifer murmurs into the hunter's skin. In Sam's dreams, his face always shifts. Keeps shifting. Sam especially gets weirded out when he'll see parts of faces he knows. Sometimes he'll have Dean's lips or Castiel's chin and that's a little weird to Sam. Mostly it's faces he doesn't know; Sam still isn't sure if Lucifer invents the features or has stolen them from people he's seen.
"Your breath is so cold," Sam whispers, thinking out loud.
Lucifer doesn't respond. "We're kismet, you and I." He's in a loose-fitting suit this time, tie undone, cuffs rolled up to the elbow. It's Nick's face this time, his eyes watching every breath Sam takes.
"Stop."
There's the head-tilt, the weird tilt that all the angels do. Lucifer stares at him. "Stop what?"
"You're going to use my body to bring Hell on Earth," Sam deadpans. He won't look into Nick's eyes. "So stop acting like it's some amazing shit. You're going to kill everyone."
"Not everyone, Sam," Lucifer promises, kissing his neck gently, making Sam shudder. His lips are so cold, like a popsicle fresh from the freezer. Sometimes it makes your lips sting. "I'll save a few people, if you want. To keep you company."
Sam is silent. There's such a difference, how Lucifer is an angel but doesn't give off heat. The only parts of him that are warm are the parts curled around Sam, stealing Sam's warmth. "I'm not going to make it Hell on Earth, Sam," the angel--devil--continues. "I'm going to change it back the way it should be." His voice lowers to a husky whisper that sends chills through Sam. Chills that shouldn't be curling in his gut like that. "I'm going to bring back Eden before Adam and Eve were cast out. I'm going to make this world the way it should be." Lucifer nips under Sam's jaw, lets a hand roam over Sam's chest, fingers like ice.
"And destroy all the people," Sam gasps. "All because you can't get over God loving humans."
"Humans are beautiful creations, like everything my Father has breathed life into." Lucifer whispers it into Sam's ear, lips now hot from being on Sam's skin for so long. "It's the personalities that make them ugly on the inside. Hateful, destroying everything they were given," he hisses. "But you, Sam...oh, you are perfect. Everything I could have wished for in a vessel." Lucifer slowly brings his hands to his wrinkled white shirt, undoing the buttons. "Won't you let me in, Sam? Please let me in. We could make everything so lovely again. God would be so proud."
"No," Sam says, closing his eyes. He moans when Lucifer bites his neck, sucking hard at the skin.
"I only Fell from Heaven because I loved too much, Sam," he says. "You loved your brother so much you wanted to save him, you wanted to save the world for him. To get revenge for him." Lucifer removes the tie, shucks off the suit jacket and white button-up in one swift movement. "We're tied together, you and I, whether you'll admit it or not. Tied together with a red string," and Lucifer licks softly where he just bit, soothing the red mark.
"The road to hell is paved with the best intentions," Sam chokes out.
"In my world, there won't be a hell anymore, Sam." He climbs on top of Sam, pressing against him.
Sam gasping in air, hips rolling up on their own accord against Lucifer. "Cold," he says.
"Not with you to warm me up, Sam," Lucifer says, giving lazy, open kisses to invite Sam in. "Kindred spirits. I know what makes you feel good," pressing into Sam, grinding against him, making Sam arch his back and moan into Nick's mouth and Lucifer loves it all. "I love making you desperate," he says, "until you are begging for more. If you said yes, it wouldn't be just dreams."
"I can't," Sam says, Lucifer dragging his nails down Sam's chest, licking over the anti-possession tattoo.
"I can wait," Lucifer replies. "But I can't wait forever, Sam." And soon they are both hot and sweating and Sam is screaming under Lucifer's touch, asking for more more please just a little more and Lucifer says, "All you have to do is say yes."
When Sam wakes up, the cold on his skin lingers.
Comfort - Dean/Castiel/Sam
Castiel is breathing heavy. He says he needs them. He says he wants this. Dean is hesitant, unsure. He asks Castiel, "Are you sure?" Castiel pulls him close, murmurs against his cheek, "Yes, Dean," making Dean shiver as Castiel's thumb traces his lower lip. Castiel says he has lost his faith in God, that he needs to put his faith in something else. It scares Dean, how human he is in this moment. Even angels aren't safe when the apocalypse comes to town. He's frozen, staring at Cas, debating whether he should talk this out or just go for it.
Castiel is about to flutter away when Sam gently holds his arm. "Cas," he says, and both the angel and Dean stare at him, waiting. Sam knows the desperate feeling of needing someone to fill the emptiness inside; that's why he clung to Ruby, after all. When he goes to kiss Castiel, it's firm, understanding, gentle. Castiel is the one who leans into it, making it hungry and rough as their lips slide together. He pulls Sam's shirt so hard that both brothers hear the fabric rip, and Sam clumsily works Cas' trenchcoat and suit jacket off.
Buttons seem to be too much for Castiel, so halfway through undoing Sam's overshirt he ends up popping off half the buttons, gasping, "More," into Sam's mouth. Sam willingly obliges. Castiel frowns for a split second as Sam breaks their kiss, sucking a mark underneath Cas' jawline. He bites and nips and licks his way to Castiel's clavicle, loosening the tie and unbuttoning the white dress shirt. Castiel thrums under Sam's touch, fingers trying to get a good grasp anywhere, hands scrambling over the available skin and ending up latching onto fabric instead.
Sam stops for a moment and Castiel growls his displeasure. But Sam isn't paying attention to Cas, he's watching Dean as his brother walks up behind Castiel, taking the tie and slipping it off Cas' head, letting it tumble to the floor. Dean fits his face into the crook of Castiel's neck, gently kissing the skin where Sam had just bruised. Sam's fingers work fast, and when the dress shirt is untucked and unbuttoned, Dean slips it off Castiel's shoulders. When Castiel shudders and moans as Sam explores the shadows of his chest, Dean lets his fingers run over Cas' lips, exhaling hard against the back of the angel's neck when Castiel slips the digits into his mouth in a smooth motion, sucking hard. "Fuck, Cas," Dean says, and he can't help the way his voice sounds low and choked.
Sam is the one to undo Castiel's pants, thumbs hooking over the pants of his underwear and dragging the whole works down. Castiel lets Dean's fingers slip out of his mouth, turning his head to meet Dean's eyes. "Dean," he says, pupils already blown to hell, and he sounds a little unsure.
"We got you, Cas," and Dean's voice is a husky whisper that makes Sam lick his lips and sigh against Castiel's hip. "We got you."
Sam stands up, and says, "Bed would be nice." Castiel immediately moves to it and stumbles, pants still around his ankles.
Dean can't help the snort of laughter, arm hooking around Cas' waist so he doesn't fall over. "Slow your roll for a second," he says, and luckily the bed isn't that far away. Sam helps Cas shuffle over, not able to help the smile on his face. When Cas sits down on the mattress, Sam starts taking off his shoes and everything else while Dean sits beside him.
"I feel as if this is going abnormally," Cas mentions.
Dean smiles and lifts an eyebrow. "Actually, I think it's going down pretty well."
"I am the only one without clothes," Cas observes. Dean laughs and it comes out not at all like he expected. He strips off his t-shirt, tossing it to the floor.
"Feel better now?" The words don't come out as cocky as they should, but that's mostly because Castiel grabs Dean's shoulder where his scar stands out in red and Dean feels a jolt run through him, Castiel swallowing his moan as he smashes his lips against Dean's. He would have imagined his lips to be more chapped, but instead they are wet and slick and they slide so easily against Dean's mouth.
Sam spreads Castiel's legs gently, and when his mouth meets velvet skin that hasn't been touched in more than a year, Dean feels the breathless gasp that's punched out of Cas. His hips jerk hard and Castiel has to put both his arms to his sides, holding himself up while Sam sucks and licks, electric blue watching his every move. Dean leans over, fingers skimming over Cas' stomach, lips against his ear as he says, "Easy, Cas."
Dean doesn't look at Sam--not yet--and instead keeps his attention on the angel, watching him trying to breathe, biting his bottom lip, trying to keep in control. Sam is slowly unraveling Cas bit and bit, soft mouth and rough strokes. He hums and Castiel arches, babbling Sam's name. His fingers tangle into Sam's hair, pulling.
But not yet. Not yet. Sam is rough, leaving kisses that burn and mark and bruise. Dean is gentle, fingers stroking through Castiel's hair. When Sam leaves them to search through one of their duffles, Castiel glances to Dean. He starts to say something but Dean doesn't want to hear it. He covers Castiel's mouth with his own and drowns his words until they become, "please, Dean, please."
Sam places the bottle on the floor beside him when he returns, drawing their attention. "Can I?" he asks, and even though it's obvious Cas is going to say yes, he still needs to know. Castiel nods. Sam spreads Castiel's legs, trying to take his time. Dean twines his fingers in Cas', sighing into his hair, trying to relax him. When Sam finally gets in, Castiel's body tenses, and Dean is the one to place light kisses on his cheek, telling him it's okay, it's okay, we've got you. Sam lets his mouth roam over Castiel's inner thigh, slowly working another finger, a little impatient.
But Cas must be impatient too, because he's pushing back, small, needy noises ripped from his throat when Sam finds the right spot. Castiel is saying both their names, his voice so raw already and Dean tells him to let go already and bites the skin at the base of his neck. He fists Castiel's cock, and he can see the sensory overload it's having on the angel, not able to decide whether to arch into Dean's hand or push back on Sam's fingers. Finally it becomes too much, and Castiel comes hard, panting small cries of pleasure. Dean works him through his orgasm, ignoring the mess on his hand for now. He lets Cas lie back, catching his breath and riding the aftershocks.
Dean is about to let go when he feels a tongue run across his hand. When he looks over, Sam's watching him, tongue running over the mess on Dean's fingers. It's such an open, deliberate action and Dean can't help but let Sam suck them clean. "Christ, Sammy." It's been so fragile between them lately and when Sam lifts himself up to press Dean into the mattress, Dean lets him. He opens his mouth, feels how familiar it is between them, the strange taste of Castiel now tingling over both their tongues. Dean reaches over and gives Cas' hand a squeeze, Sam moving down to lightly kiss the tattoo on Dean's chest.
They both hear when Cas whispers, "More."