Fic: So This. (NC-17)
OMG MY FUCKING GOD HOW IS THIS REAL
Title: So This.
Author: lilchibibunny
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 3,715.
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Cas/Sam (although it does tend more to Dean/Cas
Disclaimer: Characters to Kripke and the CW.
Spoilers: None!
Warnings: Sex pollen, fucking tentacles, small tiny element of bondage, a weird kind of DP. KSLDSKLJDASKDLJAS OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE
Summary: Dean gets hit with sex pollen. Sam gets cursed by a warlock. Cas comes in to fix it.
Author's Note: zekkass and i were trading prompts and she hit me with the whammy of all whammies. Dean/Cas/Sam, tentacles, one (or both) of the boys gets cursed. AND I MEAN IT TOOK ME A WHILE AND I DON'T THINK IT LIVES UP TO THE HYPE BECAUSE I WAS REALLY HAVING PROBLEMS BUT I MEAN IT'S 3:30 IN THE MORNING AND NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS AFTER 2AM ANYWAY
Sam is not happy. Because stuff like this? This kind of shit is stuff you joke about when you’re a hunter. It never actually happens, like….like sex pollen from a succubus or a fuck-or-die spell from a freaking witch. You know it exists and all, but it doesn’t actually happen to you. Because, c’mon, that shit doesn’t happen in real life. Not really. It’s a well-known fact that succubi hardly use their sex pollen since they prefer the one-on-one seduction to stay alive (because the dude has to finish in order from them to, y’know, sustain life) and that witches would much rather take your body and harvest it than have you sex forever to escape a trap (the human pancreas is apparently a highly coveted ingredient). Although those things do occasionally happen, it’s like a one-in-a-million thing to meet something like a succubus, anyway.
Of course, it’s Dean’s one-in-a-fucking-million thing.
He’s saying, “Fucking Christ,” and there’s a fine layer of bluish-gold all over his face and he is coughing and the red-haired chick-Dean definitely said he was going home with a brunette-is screeching and pushing Dean away, and it’s only when he stumbles and falls does Sam see the knife in his hand. “Sammy, she’s a fucking succubus,” Dean keeps repeating, and Sam is torn between running after it when it jumps out the window and taking care of his brother. Of course, he chooses Dean. “Shoulda run after her,” Dean grits.
“Yeah, okay, and leave you here all poisoned?” Sam says, shaking his head. “No way.” He kneels down to touch Dean’s arm, but he doesn’t want to get too close. Dean wipes at his face-the sex pollen is actually more of a mucus-type of thing than the name implies-and they burn the shirt afterwards. “…You okay?” Sam asks. They heard about sex pollen. Fuckin’ strong stuff. One hunter they met said he got launched in the face with the stuff and couldn’t stop humping things, and Sam is pretty sure Dean remembers that story.
“…I mean. I’m not, like, bouncing off the walls,” Dean answers, looking at Sam. “I don’t feel the need to fuck everything in sight.” Which is weird. At least, it feels weird. He should be having an immediate reaction, right? But when a day passes and Dean is still Dean, Sam feels that maybe they got lucky. After all, Bobby said sometimes the pollen isn’t even in the mucus, that sometimes people get sprayed in the face like that and have no reaction at all.
Nope. No, of course they aren’t that lucky.
Because sex pollen is dormant until it’s triggered, and the boys had been too busy on a werewolf case to be able to have a relaxing night to drink. (And it just so happens Cas hasn’t been to visit in a while, either, so it’s just been Sam and Dean researching and staying up all night to try and catch the damn thing. Which, of course, they do, and it’s just plain unlucky (not to mention unfair) what happens next.
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Sam hates life. He really fucking does. “Lemme see,” Dean says with a huge smile on his face. “C’mon. One little peek.”
”No, Dean,” Sam says, sulking on his bed. “Fuck you.”
They didn’t know the werewolf had a warlock boyfriend. How the hell were they supposed to know? And apparently this warlock boyfriend has a sense of humor because Sam woke up this morning with six tentacles on his fucking back and screamed so loud the manager of the hotel called because apparently people thought that someone had been murdered. Nope, it’s just Sammy, screaming bloody murder because when he went to bed, he sure as hell didn’t have extra anything. They are a neutral brownish color, smooth and almost satiny to the touch.
Well. Until Sam took a shower, and now they are all slippery and that’s kind of gross. To Dean it’s the weirdest and most fascinating thing on Earth. And he keeps asking Sam if he can touch them and Sam is like no, you are fucking weird, get the fuck away from me, no way in hell, Dean. And the tentacles seem to agree, bunched up around his back.
He says no to Dean and keeps saying no and really, Sam blames Dean for everything because it was Dean who decided to reach a hand under Sam’s shirt as Sam went to go get something from his duffle. It was Dean who ran his hand across one smooth tentacle and both brothers moaned at the same time. Sam’s face instantly went red. Fuck. Because that…kind of felt good, and now all of his extra limbs--ugh don’t think of them as limbs--were getting all loose.
Sam turns around, and Dean has backed up against his bed. “Dean?” Sam asks, and Dean shakes his head.
“Oh God, that felt good,” and Dean is obviously not okay. He’s shaking a little. “That’s not right, Sam.”
Sam’s face falls. Oh Jesus, did he do this? He wants to step forward to help, and Dean holds out a hand, palm facing Sam in a ‘stop’ motion. “Fuck, Sam, must be-nng-the sex pollen.” He drops to his knees. “Maybe…oh Christ-maybe it’s just kickin’ in or something.”
It’s been five days between Dean getting smacked in the face with the mucus stuff and killing the werewolf and now, when they’ve finally gotten a chance to relax. “I just…think it’s the tentacles?”
Dean shakes his head and then barks out a laugh. “I mean-hahah, fuck, never min-“ he starts to say, and Sam cuts him off.
”What, Dean?”
“Just, felt that fuckin’ thing on your back, it was really smooth,” and shakes his head. Oh fuck. Sam goes to touch Dean, just puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean jerks and moans, pulling him close. “Oh shit, Sam,” Dean whimpers, and his hands are shaking when they push Sam away. “Don’t touch me.” Dean shakes his head. “I can’t-it’s really strong, Sam,” Dean says, and Sam backs away, onto his bed. The tentacles are restless, moving across the bedspread aimlessly.
Sam feels helpless, and the only way he can even think to deal is to call Cas. He reaches through his duffle and leans over to call. “You’re not calling him,” Dean grunts, like Sam’s actually listening to whatever Dean is going to say all hopped up on sex pollen. While Dean protests, Sam explains the problem and tells them where they are. (When Cas repeats the word tentacles, Sam says, “Witches. We’ll deal. Please don’t ask.” It’s better than trying to explain werewolves dating warlocks.)
Cas pops in. Dean immediately groans and lays back on the mattress, hips hitching up. “Cas,” and it’s not so much a word and a moan.
Castiel looks to Sam and blinks. Sam meekly holds a hand up. “Hey, Cas.” The tentacles shift and wiggle on the bedspread.
Castiel frowns. “This is not good.”
“You’re telling me,” Sam says, and Dean can’t even look at Cas right now. “I suddenly have tentacles and Dean just decided to touch them and is going through sex pollen spasms.” Wow. That sounds like a really bad joke. Sam really wishes he was joking. He also really wishes he didn’t have tentacles. Life sucks.
“How long has he had it in his system?”
“Five days.” Dean keeps arching up, cursing Sam, telling him it was an awful fucking idea, good job ya dumbass. Castiel goes to lay a hand on Dean, and Sam stops him. “He couldn’t even touch me, Cas. Probably not a good idea.”
“We can’t leave him like this, Sam,” Castiel replies. “If he doesn’t work the pollen out of his system, it’ll just keep getting worse.”
“Can’t we just…I don’t know, get it out of him some other way?” Sam asks meekly.
Sam didn’t know Cas could give him the ‘you’re-obviously-damaged-in-the-brain’ look, but here it is. “Think of it like a snake bite. You cannot just suck out the poison. The sex is the antivenom.”
“I guess we could always cal-“ And Cas cuts that way of thinking off pretty short.
“He will hurt someone in his state. You should have called me earlier,” and yup, Cas looks pretty pissed. “I will handle this.”
“Whoa,” Sam says, “hold on a second, Cas-“
“I cannot hold a second, Sam,” Cas says, walking over to Dean’s bed where he’s writhing, clutching the bedsheets. “Dean.”
“Get the fuck away, Cas.”
“Dean, you have to get it out of your system.”
Dean barks out a laugh. “Like I couldn’t hear you and Sam talking about it a fucking inch or so from me.” He shakes his head. “I’ll pass.”
“You’ll die,” Cas corrects. He leans forward. “I’m the only option you have. You need to go ahead and take it.”
Dean looks to Sam and then up to Cas. Sam knows what it means. He’s kind of had a thing for Cas, Sam’s asked him about it (and always gotten a nice ‘get fucked, we’re friends’ in return). And really, Dean is a romantic at heart. He’d at least want to ease Cas into the whole deal, not fuck him senseless due to some sex pollen curse.
“Dean, please.” He goes to touch and Dean backs off. Sam watches as Castiel’s concerned look turns into a glare. “Dean, I would much rather help you than either unleash you on someone less capable or have you perish.” He sighs. “I would rather it be different circumstances, but sometimes we cannot help events.”
Dean grits his teeth. “Fine. Fuckin fine. Just…god, I don’t know, say yes or something so I know it’s okay.”
“I am already consenting.”
“Just say it,” Dean pleads, sitting up only to hunch over and give Cas a hungry look.
Castiel blinks and just says, “Yes, Dean.”
Dean pounces on Castiel, shoving him back the instant the word comes out of Cas’ mouth. He’s crawling up onto Cas as best he can, grinding against him. “Want to play with you,” Dean mumbles, words slurring. “Want to fuck you until you’re screaming and begging me, Cas. Gonna make you come until it hurts.” His hands are slipping in underneath Castiel’s jackets, and Sam can tell when Dean reaches skin because he sighs happily, smile turning greedy. “So warm under all this.”
“Dean,” Castiel murmurs, head tripping back and Dean quickly leans forward, tongue darting out to lick up over his Adam’s apple. Sam can’t look away, Dean’s hands quickly unbuttoning Cas’ shirt.
“Take it off,” he snarls, loosening Castiel’s tie. Cas does so, sitting up and slowly working his jackets and shirts off of his arms. Normally, it probably would have been a fine speed, but apparently to Dean it is way too slow because he almost rips the items off Castiel.
Cas groans as Dean presses his teeth into skin, his head lolling back. Dean takes and takes and takes, hands scratching down Cas’ sides, hungry for what he needs now that Cas is willing to give it. Sam bites his lip. Fuck. Shit. He wants to go out to the car, but there’s no way he can hide six tentacles hanging from his back, especially when they are not exactly obeying what he’s saying. In fact, they are reaching for Cas and Dean, and Sam is pushing himself against the headboard because these things are insistent.
Except when Dean surges up and literally throws Cas on Sam’s bed and growls into his neck and it’s kind of fuckin’ hot the way Cas moans and the way it makes a shiver go through Sam. Which apparently is the wrong reaction because the fucking tentacles go straight for Castiel’s arms. And Sam? Sam is so not okay with that. He tries to grab them, but honestly, they are a little slippery (ugh) and there are six of those motherfuckers all reaching for the same target. The ones he does manage to grasp slide and the two left grab Castiel’s arms and yank him up the bed a bit. Sam figures if Cas wasn’t an angel, he might have been in real danger of the appendages dislocating his arms, or maybe Cas is way lighter than Sam thinks.
Dean, well, Dean doesn’t give a shit. He’s too stoned on the sex pollen; his eyes and glazed and he goes straight for Cas’ pants, mouthing over the zipper to his slacks. Castiel whines a bit in his throat, letting his hips stutter up as he says, “Dean,” like he can’t help himself. Dean’s hands work fast, and suddenly Sam understands that there is no way they could just…hire someone to help. Dean’s waited too long, he’s too frantic. Sam can see Dean working his hips against the mattress as his fingers work Cas’ belt off, fumbling for the button. He’s telling Cas how badly he’s wanted this, how much he’s thought about just forcing the angel up against the wall and fucking him, and Cas just arches his back further off the bed. He probably wants to touch Dean, runs his fingers through Dean’s hair, try to calm him, but the tentacles holds him firmly in place. Sam’s backing off, he knows he shouldn’t even be in the room, but his body is responding to Cas’ cries and Dean’s filthy words.
Dean shoves Castiel’s pants off and slides up his body, tongue licking up Cas’ skin. “So hot, Cas,” Dean says, and Sam’s not sure whether he’s referring to the angel’s skin temperature or how he looks. Cas writhes underneath him, not able to touch and Sam can tell that’s frustrating the hell out of Castiel. Dean, however, is loving it. He straddles Cas’ hips and leans over to lightly bite Castiel’s neck. “Going to fuck you just like I’ve always wanted,” Dean murmurs and Castiel moans in response. Dean sits up and sighs, like just touching Cas is helping him, and then puts two fingers of his hand into his own mouth, sucking on them. Sam wonders if he is just trying to drive Cas insane and then-oh god he’s lubing his fingers up.
Sam can’t help the wanting sound that comes out of his mouth and he palms his cock through his jeans, closing his eyes. He feels so fucking weird right now. The fact that he’s basically sitting here watching Dean and Castiel about to have sex coupled with the fact that he’s got tentacles and said new appendages are participating without his consent are-Sam’s thoughts break off with a groan as he feels something sinfully good against his cock and oh fuck. Yeah, that’s definitely one of his tentacles that’s slipped into his pants and around him. It’s doing this weird pulsating thing and Sam is suddenly too hard for life. He struggles to get his pants off, just undoing his jeans and managing to get them a little down his hips before having to thumb down his underwear. And then it’s cold air and a weirdly warm smooth tentacle wrapping around him and this is officially the strangest fucking day of Sam Winchester’s already strange life.
When Castiel cries out and his arms tense under Sam’s slippery grip, it draws the younger Winchester’s attention. Dean has already worked his fingers in, nipping and sucking at Castiel’s thighs as he scissors his fingers, and Sam can see it’s taking a lot of effort to be slow and somewhat gentle. Meanwhile, Castiel is moaning, rolling his hips to try and take Dean’s fingers deeper, fingers griping the bed sheets tightly. “Fuck, Cas, tell me you’re ready,” Dean says, not bothering to hide the desperation in his voice and Castiel replies, “Yes, Dean,” and Dean spreads Castiel’s legs, keeping his hands on Cas’ thighs as he reaches up to give Cas a kiss.
Sam’s tentacles suddenly seem pretty unhappy that he isn’t being included and one wraps around Castiel’s waist and pulls the angel up. Dean’s hand goes to Castiel’s hips and his hand can’t help but touch the thing now wrapped around Cas. Dean must be pretty far gone because he just groans and leans down and actually licks the damn thing, licks it and lets his tongue drag up onto Castiel’s skin and sucks a mark onto his stomach. A warm feeling rushes through Sam and his hips jerk into the tentacle wrapped around him, squeezing every so often and making Sam have to bite his lip. He doesn’t even know how he’s feeling this, he just knows he wants more of the feeling of Dean’s mouth, wet and hot.
Dean’s panting into Castiel’s neck. “I can’t-Cas, I’m too fuckin’ hyped up, I’m gonna go too fast,” and he’s gritting his teeth, eyes squeezing shut. “Gonna hurt you.” Suddenly, Dean feels a slick, smooth glide across his skin and the tentacle squeezes gently around his hips.
Castiel threads his fingers into Dean’s hair and firmly pulls so that Dean’s eyes meet his. “I can take it,” he says, voice already rough as hell. “Don’t worry and do it.” Cas lets his hips thrust up, and they collide with Dean’s, their cocks sliding together and making Dean cry out, grinding against Castiel.
“Fuck, Cas, all right, all right.” Dean doesn’t even seem to notice the tentacle around his hips, moving excitedly as he pushes against Castiel’s entrance, cursing into Cas’ skin as he tries his best to keep in check, moving as slow as he can. Sam watches Castiel’s face screw up in a mix of pain and pleasure. Fuck. Sam knows this isn’t good and he leans forward, pressing comforting kisses to the back of Castiel’s neck. He knows that there isn’t enough lube, and none of them can get up now and-
Oh god. Suddenly it’s tight and warm and slick and Sam’s gasping in air. The tentacle on his cock squeezes and Dean’s moaning, “Holy shit, Sam, Sam,” and Castiel is leaning back, reaching back to dig his fingers into one of the slippery muscles holding his biceps. Sam leans his forehead to rest on one of Castiel’s shoulders, and he feels the tentacle slip beside Dean inside Castiel. It’s almost too much, and Dean can’t help it when his hips stutter, giving a shallow thrust further into Castiel, slipping against the tentacle. Sam feels the tentacle around his cock give a squeeze, not allowing him to come just yet.
Fucking torture. Sam feels Cas, feels Dean inside the angel, and it’s driving him up the fucking wall. The appendages go a bit slack on Castiel’s arms, allowing the angel to reach up and curl his fingers tightly into Sam’s hair. Sam immediately scootches forward, hands splayed on Cas’ back, keeping him comfortable. “Got you,” Sam manages to make out, leaning his forehead on Castiel’s left shoulder. He’s so overwhelmed, being in Cas, feeling Dean’s skin and the motion of his hips, the jolt of Castiel’s abs as Dean fucks him, not to mention his own cock being caressed and squeezed by a tentacle. The appendage is slippery but not unpleasant, not sticky. And it’s definitely helps.
Sam feels the beginnings of climax again, gives weak moans into Castiel’s skin. The tentacle next to Dean inside Cas wraps around Dean’s cock, making all three of them make similar helpless sounds. Cas is moving, shouting, pushing back on Dean and growling for more. Dean reaches over and runs his tongue over one of the tentacles again, and Sam groans, the tentacles tighten around Cas again. Dean purrs-swear to God purrs-and places his hands to either side of Cas, winding up a brutal pounding rhythm that Sam feels through all his new parts. “Need you to come, Cas,” Dean says in that ruined voice that sends shivers up Sam’s spine. “Wanna feel you around me.” Castiel starts to say something, and Dean just licks his way into the angel’s mouth, swallowing his yells.
When Sam’s tentacle flicks against Cas’ prostate, that’s enough. Cas’ eyes flutter and he comes hard, slicking up their stomachs and Sam’s own appendage, both the one wrapped around Dean and the one around Cas. Dean leans forward, head resting on Cas’ right shoulder, mouth panting over the angel’s collarbone as he thrusts again and again, harder. The tentacle around Sam’s cock glides smooth, matching Dean’s pace, and Sam doesn’t exactly want to think about how weird that is-can’t think about how weird it is when he’s so close. His hips fuck up, letting all thought go out the window except of how good it feels. Sam knows when Dean comes with a stutter and a shout, muffling it on Castiel’s skin. Cas just makes a pleased, purring sound.
Sam thinks it’s not fair that he’s the last one, but when Dean leans down to lick the come off a tentacle, Sam completely loses it and bites down on Castiel’s shoulder to muffle the scream. All the tentacles shudder and then fall limp, loose and relaxed where they are curled around the other two.
“Kinkiest fuckin’ thing,” Dean mutters as he straightens, pulling out (the tentacle with it) and resting on Castiel. Sam moves sideways to slide off the bed, but Castiel follows the movement, laying his head on Sam’s chest. Right now the thing Sam wants most is a shower, but what he really needs is sleep.
When they wake up in the morning, Dean is playing with Sam’s stupid tentacle. Sam opens his eyes, bleary from sleep, and muses about bitchslapping Dean for it. Not that he really would, but it's a thought.
The tentacle actually does rise up and slap Dean in the face. His surprised, angry curse and Sam’s laughter wakes Castiel, and maybe tentacles aren’t the worst thing in the world.
Title: So This.
Author: lilchibibunny
Rating: NC-17.
Word Count: 3,715.
Characters/Pairing: Dean/Cas/Sam (although it does tend more to Dean/Cas
Disclaimer: Characters to Kripke and the CW.
Spoilers: None!
Warnings: Sex pollen, fucking tentacles, small tiny element of bondage, a weird kind of DP. KSLDSKLJDASKDLJAS OH MY GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE
Summary: Dean gets hit with sex pollen. Sam gets cursed by a warlock. Cas comes in to fix it.
Author's Note: zekkass and i were trading prompts and she hit me with the whammy of all whammies. Dean/Cas/Sam, tentacles, one (or both) of the boys gets cursed. AND I MEAN IT TOOK ME A WHILE AND I DON'T THINK IT LIVES UP TO THE HYPE BECAUSE I WAS REALLY HAVING PROBLEMS BUT I MEAN IT'S 3:30 IN THE MORNING AND NOTHING GOOD HAPPENS AFTER 2AM ANYWAY
Sam is not happy. Because stuff like this? This kind of shit is stuff you joke about when you’re a hunter. It never actually happens, like….like sex pollen from a succubus or a fuck-or-die spell from a freaking witch. You know it exists and all, but it doesn’t actually happen to you. Because, c’mon, that shit doesn’t happen in real life. Not really. It’s a well-known fact that succubi hardly use their sex pollen since they prefer the one-on-one seduction to stay alive (because the dude has to finish in order from them to, y’know, sustain life) and that witches would much rather take your body and harvest it than have you sex forever to escape a trap (the human pancreas is apparently a highly coveted ingredient). Although those things do occasionally happen, it’s like a one-in-a-million thing to meet something like a succubus, anyway.
Of course, it’s Dean’s one-in-a-fucking-million thing.
He’s saying, “Fucking Christ,” and there’s a fine layer of bluish-gold all over his face and he is coughing and the red-haired chick-Dean definitely said he was going home with a brunette-is screeching and pushing Dean away, and it’s only when he stumbles and falls does Sam see the knife in his hand. “Sammy, she’s a fucking succubus,” Dean keeps repeating, and Sam is torn between running after it when it jumps out the window and taking care of his brother. Of course, he chooses Dean. “Shoulda run after her,” Dean grits.
“Yeah, okay, and leave you here all poisoned?” Sam says, shaking his head. “No way.” He kneels down to touch Dean’s arm, but he doesn’t want to get too close. Dean wipes at his face-the sex pollen is actually more of a mucus-type of thing than the name implies-and they burn the shirt afterwards. “…You okay?” Sam asks. They heard about sex pollen. Fuckin’ strong stuff. One hunter they met said he got launched in the face with the stuff and couldn’t stop humping things, and Sam is pretty sure Dean remembers that story.
“…I mean. I’m not, like, bouncing off the walls,” Dean answers, looking at Sam. “I don’t feel the need to fuck everything in sight.” Which is weird. At least, it feels weird. He should be having an immediate reaction, right? But when a day passes and Dean is still Dean, Sam feels that maybe they got lucky. After all, Bobby said sometimes the pollen isn’t even in the mucus, that sometimes people get sprayed in the face like that and have no reaction at all.
Nope. No, of course they aren’t that lucky.
Because sex pollen is dormant until it’s triggered, and the boys had been too busy on a werewolf case to be able to have a relaxing night to drink. (And it just so happens Cas hasn’t been to visit in a while, either, so it’s just been Sam and Dean researching and staying up all night to try and catch the damn thing. Which, of course, they do, and it’s just plain unlucky (not to mention unfair) what happens next.
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Sam hates life. He really fucking does. “Lemme see,” Dean says with a huge smile on his face. “C’mon. One little peek.”
”No, Dean,” Sam says, sulking on his bed. “Fuck you.”
They didn’t know the werewolf had a warlock boyfriend. How the hell were they supposed to know? And apparently this warlock boyfriend has a sense of humor because Sam woke up this morning with six tentacles on his fucking back and screamed so loud the manager of the hotel called because apparently people thought that someone had been murdered. Nope, it’s just Sammy, screaming bloody murder because when he went to bed, he sure as hell didn’t have extra anything. They are a neutral brownish color, smooth and almost satiny to the touch.
Well. Until Sam took a shower, and now they are all slippery and that’s kind of gross. To Dean it’s the weirdest and most fascinating thing on Earth. And he keeps asking Sam if he can touch them and Sam is like no, you are fucking weird, get the fuck away from me, no way in hell, Dean. And the tentacles seem to agree, bunched up around his back.
He says no to Dean and keeps saying no and really, Sam blames Dean for everything because it was Dean who decided to reach a hand under Sam’s shirt as Sam went to go get something from his duffle. It was Dean who ran his hand across one smooth tentacle and both brothers moaned at the same time. Sam’s face instantly went red. Fuck. Because that…kind of felt good, and now all of his extra limbs--ugh don’t think of them as limbs--were getting all loose.
Sam turns around, and Dean has backed up against his bed. “Dean?” Sam asks, and Dean shakes his head.
“Oh God, that felt good,” and Dean is obviously not okay. He’s shaking a little. “That’s not right, Sam.”
Sam’s face falls. Oh Jesus, did he do this? He wants to step forward to help, and Dean holds out a hand, palm facing Sam in a ‘stop’ motion. “Fuck, Sam, must be-nng-the sex pollen.” He drops to his knees. “Maybe…oh Christ-maybe it’s just kickin’ in or something.”
It’s been five days between Dean getting smacked in the face with the mucus stuff and killing the werewolf and now, when they’ve finally gotten a chance to relax. “I just…think it’s the tentacles?”
Dean shakes his head and then barks out a laugh. “I mean-hahah, fuck, never min-“ he starts to say, and Sam cuts him off.
”What, Dean?”
“Just, felt that fuckin’ thing on your back, it was really smooth,” and shakes his head. Oh fuck. Sam goes to touch Dean, just puts his hand on Dean’s shoulder, and Dean jerks and moans, pulling him close. “Oh shit, Sam,” Dean whimpers, and his hands are shaking when they push Sam away. “Don’t touch me.” Dean shakes his head. “I can’t-it’s really strong, Sam,” Dean says, and Sam backs away, onto his bed. The tentacles are restless, moving across the bedspread aimlessly.
Sam feels helpless, and the only way he can even think to deal is to call Cas. He reaches through his duffle and leans over to call. “You’re not calling him,” Dean grunts, like Sam’s actually listening to whatever Dean is going to say all hopped up on sex pollen. While Dean protests, Sam explains the problem and tells them where they are. (When Cas repeats the word tentacles, Sam says, “Witches. We’ll deal. Please don’t ask.” It’s better than trying to explain werewolves dating warlocks.)
Cas pops in. Dean immediately groans and lays back on the mattress, hips hitching up. “Cas,” and it’s not so much a word and a moan.
Castiel looks to Sam and blinks. Sam meekly holds a hand up. “Hey, Cas.” The tentacles shift and wiggle on the bedspread.
Castiel frowns. “This is not good.”
“You’re telling me,” Sam says, and Dean can’t even look at Cas right now. “I suddenly have tentacles and Dean just decided to touch them and is going through sex pollen spasms.” Wow. That sounds like a really bad joke. Sam really wishes he was joking. He also really wishes he didn’t have tentacles. Life sucks.
“How long has he had it in his system?”
“Five days.” Dean keeps arching up, cursing Sam, telling him it was an awful fucking idea, good job ya dumbass. Castiel goes to lay a hand on Dean, and Sam stops him. “He couldn’t even touch me, Cas. Probably not a good idea.”
“We can’t leave him like this, Sam,” Castiel replies. “If he doesn’t work the pollen out of his system, it’ll just keep getting worse.”
“Can’t we just…I don’t know, get it out of him some other way?” Sam asks meekly.
Sam didn’t know Cas could give him the ‘you’re-obviously-damaged-in-the-brain’ look, but here it is. “Think of it like a snake bite. You cannot just suck out the poison. The sex is the antivenom.”
“I guess we could always cal-“ And Cas cuts that way of thinking off pretty short.
“He will hurt someone in his state. You should have called me earlier,” and yup, Cas looks pretty pissed. “I will handle this.”
“Whoa,” Sam says, “hold on a second, Cas-“
“I cannot hold a second, Sam,” Cas says, walking over to Dean’s bed where he’s writhing, clutching the bedsheets. “Dean.”
“Get the fuck away, Cas.”
“Dean, you have to get it out of your system.”
Dean barks out a laugh. “Like I couldn’t hear you and Sam talking about it a fucking inch or so from me.” He shakes his head. “I’ll pass.”
“You’ll die,” Cas corrects. He leans forward. “I’m the only option you have. You need to go ahead and take it.”
Dean looks to Sam and then up to Cas. Sam knows what it means. He’s kind of had a thing for Cas, Sam’s asked him about it (and always gotten a nice ‘get fucked, we’re friends’ in return). And really, Dean is a romantic at heart. He’d at least want to ease Cas into the whole deal, not fuck him senseless due to some sex pollen curse.
“Dean, please.” He goes to touch and Dean backs off. Sam watches as Castiel’s concerned look turns into a glare. “Dean, I would much rather help you than either unleash you on someone less capable or have you perish.” He sighs. “I would rather it be different circumstances, but sometimes we cannot help events.”
Dean grits his teeth. “Fine. Fuckin fine. Just…god, I don’t know, say yes or something so I know it’s okay.”
“I am already consenting.”
“Just say it,” Dean pleads, sitting up only to hunch over and give Cas a hungry look.
Castiel blinks and just says, “Yes, Dean.”
Dean pounces on Castiel, shoving him back the instant the word comes out of Cas’ mouth. He’s crawling up onto Cas as best he can, grinding against him. “Want to play with you,” Dean mumbles, words slurring. “Want to fuck you until you’re screaming and begging me, Cas. Gonna make you come until it hurts.” His hands are slipping in underneath Castiel’s jackets, and Sam can tell when Dean reaches skin because he sighs happily, smile turning greedy. “So warm under all this.”
“Dean,” Castiel murmurs, head tripping back and Dean quickly leans forward, tongue darting out to lick up over his Adam’s apple. Sam can’t look away, Dean’s hands quickly unbuttoning Cas’ shirt.
“Take it off,” he snarls, loosening Castiel’s tie. Cas does so, sitting up and slowly working his jackets and shirts off of his arms. Normally, it probably would have been a fine speed, but apparently to Dean it is way too slow because he almost rips the items off Castiel.
Cas groans as Dean presses his teeth into skin, his head lolling back. Dean takes and takes and takes, hands scratching down Cas’ sides, hungry for what he needs now that Cas is willing to give it. Sam bites his lip. Fuck. Shit. He wants to go out to the car, but there’s no way he can hide six tentacles hanging from his back, especially when they are not exactly obeying what he’s saying. In fact, they are reaching for Cas and Dean, and Sam is pushing himself against the headboard because these things are insistent.
Except when Dean surges up and literally throws Cas on Sam’s bed and growls into his neck and it’s kind of fuckin’ hot the way Cas moans and the way it makes a shiver go through Sam. Which apparently is the wrong reaction because the fucking tentacles go straight for Castiel’s arms. And Sam? Sam is so not okay with that. He tries to grab them, but honestly, they are a little slippery (ugh) and there are six of those motherfuckers all reaching for the same target. The ones he does manage to grasp slide and the two left grab Castiel’s arms and yank him up the bed a bit. Sam figures if Cas wasn’t an angel, he might have been in real danger of the appendages dislocating his arms, or maybe Cas is way lighter than Sam thinks.
Dean, well, Dean doesn’t give a shit. He’s too stoned on the sex pollen; his eyes and glazed and he goes straight for Cas’ pants, mouthing over the zipper to his slacks. Castiel whines a bit in his throat, letting his hips stutter up as he says, “Dean,” like he can’t help himself. Dean’s hands work fast, and suddenly Sam understands that there is no way they could just…hire someone to help. Dean’s waited too long, he’s too frantic. Sam can see Dean working his hips against the mattress as his fingers work Cas’ belt off, fumbling for the button. He’s telling Cas how badly he’s wanted this, how much he’s thought about just forcing the angel up against the wall and fucking him, and Cas just arches his back further off the bed. He probably wants to touch Dean, runs his fingers through Dean’s hair, try to calm him, but the tentacles holds him firmly in place. Sam’s backing off, he knows he shouldn’t even be in the room, but his body is responding to Cas’ cries and Dean’s filthy words.
Dean shoves Castiel’s pants off and slides up his body, tongue licking up Cas’ skin. “So hot, Cas,” Dean says, and Sam’s not sure whether he’s referring to the angel’s skin temperature or how he looks. Cas writhes underneath him, not able to touch and Sam can tell that’s frustrating the hell out of Castiel. Dean, however, is loving it. He straddles Cas’ hips and leans over to lightly bite Castiel’s neck. “Going to fuck you just like I’ve always wanted,” Dean murmurs and Castiel moans in response. Dean sits up and sighs, like just touching Cas is helping him, and then puts two fingers of his hand into his own mouth, sucking on them. Sam wonders if he is just trying to drive Cas insane and then-oh god he’s lubing his fingers up.
Sam can’t help the wanting sound that comes out of his mouth and he palms his cock through his jeans, closing his eyes. He feels so fucking weird right now. The fact that he’s basically sitting here watching Dean and Castiel about to have sex coupled with the fact that he’s got tentacles and said new appendages are participating without his consent are-Sam’s thoughts break off with a groan as he feels something sinfully good against his cock and oh fuck. Yeah, that’s definitely one of his tentacles that’s slipped into his pants and around him. It’s doing this weird pulsating thing and Sam is suddenly too hard for life. He struggles to get his pants off, just undoing his jeans and managing to get them a little down his hips before having to thumb down his underwear. And then it’s cold air and a weirdly warm smooth tentacle wrapping around him and this is officially the strangest fucking day of Sam Winchester’s already strange life.
When Castiel cries out and his arms tense under Sam’s slippery grip, it draws the younger Winchester’s attention. Dean has already worked his fingers in, nipping and sucking at Castiel’s thighs as he scissors his fingers, and Sam can see it’s taking a lot of effort to be slow and somewhat gentle. Meanwhile, Castiel is moaning, rolling his hips to try and take Dean’s fingers deeper, fingers griping the bed sheets tightly. “Fuck, Cas, tell me you’re ready,” Dean says, not bothering to hide the desperation in his voice and Castiel replies, “Yes, Dean,” and Dean spreads Castiel’s legs, keeping his hands on Cas’ thighs as he reaches up to give Cas a kiss.
Sam’s tentacles suddenly seem pretty unhappy that he isn’t being included and one wraps around Castiel’s waist and pulls the angel up. Dean’s hand goes to Castiel’s hips and his hand can’t help but touch the thing now wrapped around Cas. Dean must be pretty far gone because he just groans and leans down and actually licks the damn thing, licks it and lets his tongue drag up onto Castiel’s skin and sucks a mark onto his stomach. A warm feeling rushes through Sam and his hips jerk into the tentacle wrapped around him, squeezing every so often and making Sam have to bite his lip. He doesn’t even know how he’s feeling this, he just knows he wants more of the feeling of Dean’s mouth, wet and hot.
Dean’s panting into Castiel’s neck. “I can’t-Cas, I’m too fuckin’ hyped up, I’m gonna go too fast,” and he’s gritting his teeth, eyes squeezing shut. “Gonna hurt you.” Suddenly, Dean feels a slick, smooth glide across his skin and the tentacle squeezes gently around his hips.
Castiel threads his fingers into Dean’s hair and firmly pulls so that Dean’s eyes meet his. “I can take it,” he says, voice already rough as hell. “Don’t worry and do it.” Cas lets his hips thrust up, and they collide with Dean’s, their cocks sliding together and making Dean cry out, grinding against Castiel.
“Fuck, Cas, all right, all right.” Dean doesn’t even seem to notice the tentacle around his hips, moving excitedly as he pushes against Castiel’s entrance, cursing into Cas’ skin as he tries his best to keep in check, moving as slow as he can. Sam watches Castiel’s face screw up in a mix of pain and pleasure. Fuck. Sam knows this isn’t good and he leans forward, pressing comforting kisses to the back of Castiel’s neck. He knows that there isn’t enough lube, and none of them can get up now and-
Oh god. Suddenly it’s tight and warm and slick and Sam’s gasping in air. The tentacle on his cock squeezes and Dean’s moaning, “Holy shit, Sam, Sam,” and Castiel is leaning back, reaching back to dig his fingers into one of the slippery muscles holding his biceps. Sam leans his forehead to rest on one of Castiel’s shoulders, and he feels the tentacle slip beside Dean inside Castiel. It’s almost too much, and Dean can’t help it when his hips stutter, giving a shallow thrust further into Castiel, slipping against the tentacle. Sam feels the tentacle around his cock give a squeeze, not allowing him to come just yet.
Fucking torture. Sam feels Cas, feels Dean inside the angel, and it’s driving him up the fucking wall. The appendages go a bit slack on Castiel’s arms, allowing the angel to reach up and curl his fingers tightly into Sam’s hair. Sam immediately scootches forward, hands splayed on Cas’ back, keeping him comfortable. “Got you,” Sam manages to make out, leaning his forehead on Castiel’s left shoulder. He’s so overwhelmed, being in Cas, feeling Dean’s skin and the motion of his hips, the jolt of Castiel’s abs as Dean fucks him, not to mention his own cock being caressed and squeezed by a tentacle. The appendage is slippery but not unpleasant, not sticky. And it’s definitely helps.
Sam feels the beginnings of climax again, gives weak moans into Castiel’s skin. The tentacle next to Dean inside Cas wraps around Dean’s cock, making all three of them make similar helpless sounds. Cas is moving, shouting, pushing back on Dean and growling for more. Dean reaches over and runs his tongue over one of the tentacles again, and Sam groans, the tentacles tighten around Cas again. Dean purrs-swear to God purrs-and places his hands to either side of Cas, winding up a brutal pounding rhythm that Sam feels through all his new parts. “Need you to come, Cas,” Dean says in that ruined voice that sends shivers up Sam’s spine. “Wanna feel you around me.” Castiel starts to say something, and Dean just licks his way into the angel’s mouth, swallowing his yells.
When Sam’s tentacle flicks against Cas’ prostate, that’s enough. Cas’ eyes flutter and he comes hard, slicking up their stomachs and Sam’s own appendage, both the one wrapped around Dean and the one around Cas. Dean leans forward, head resting on Cas’ right shoulder, mouth panting over the angel’s collarbone as he thrusts again and again, harder. The tentacle around Sam’s cock glides smooth, matching Dean’s pace, and Sam doesn’t exactly want to think about how weird that is-can’t think about how weird it is when he’s so close. His hips fuck up, letting all thought go out the window except of how good it feels. Sam knows when Dean comes with a stutter and a shout, muffling it on Castiel’s skin. Cas just makes a pleased, purring sound.
Sam thinks it’s not fair that he’s the last one, but when Dean leans down to lick the come off a tentacle, Sam completely loses it and bites down on Castiel’s shoulder to muffle the scream. All the tentacles shudder and then fall limp, loose and relaxed where they are curled around the other two.
“Kinkiest fuckin’ thing,” Dean mutters as he straightens, pulling out (the tentacle with it) and resting on Castiel. Sam moves sideways to slide off the bed, but Castiel follows the movement, laying his head on Sam’s chest. Right now the thing Sam wants most is a shower, but what he really needs is sleep.
When they wake up in the morning, Dean is playing with Sam’s stupid tentacle. Sam opens his eyes, bleary from sleep, and muses about bitchslapping Dean for it. Not that he really would, but it's a thought.
The tentacle actually does rise up and slap Dean in the face. His surprised, angry curse and Sam’s laughter wakes Castiel, and maybe tentacles aren’t the worst thing in the world.