Three Scenes-Dean/Castiel/Anna
Title: Three Scenes
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel/Anna
Prompt: From bringthehappy: Touch
Word Count: 921
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s the touch that’s most important
Warnings: Threesome
Anna leads the way up the hill, towards the tree, leaves silhouetted against the morning sun. Dean drags behind her. It is far too early, he thinks, but this is a between moment and he has to take advantage of it. Castiel comes up last, always, because that is the only way he can keep an eye on both of them.
Anna settles in the grass, back against the tree, and Dean follows suit, slumping beside her. As inconspicuously as he can, he leans against her shoulder, just so, and after a moment, she leans back. It’s the touch that’s most important. Not necessarily skin to skin, just the pressure of another body. It’s what keeps them sane while they wait for the next attack.
Castiel stands long after Anna and Dean have gotten comfortable. He scans the horizon, finding the closest shelter and the most strategic positions until the two of them have gotten impatient with him. Anna catches his attention while Dean tells him he’d better enjoy the moment before something actually does happen.
Castiel is like a cat in that he waits just long enough that they know it’s his choice before he turns to them and nods. Nodding is as close to a smile as anyone gets with Castiel, a fact that Anna and Dean have accepted and made mild banter about when the mood seemed appropriate.
Today, the mood seems appropriate, and Anna mumbles something about loosening Castiel up and Dean concurs with a sly grin in the angel’s direction. He hmphs. The corner of his lip turns down slightly, but he sits down on Anna’s other side, just far enough away that she can’t lean against him.
She arches one eyebrow at him, as she pulls out an old, ratty book. She flips through it and when she has found their page, she takes Castiel’s hand and starts reading. Dean lays his head on her shoulder and Castiel doesn’t protest her hand in his. Her voice is sweet and good on the cool morning air.
***
It’s hot. It’s hot and the Apocalypse is much closer then they really want to think about. When they started out, the plan was to stop it quick. They’ve let it get to far.
Dean finds Castiel and Anna laying facedown on the bed in their underwear. Anna has her head on the pillow, arms crossed underneath and eyes drooping lazily. Castiel lies across one of her shoulders, hand folded in the crook of her elbow. His right leg is tucked around her left.
The scene is too perfect for Dean to let stand and he has peeled his own clothes off in moments, tossing them into the corner for Castiel to deal with later. He’s midair when Castiel notices him, but Anna doesn’t notice until he’s hit the bed. He has Castiel trapped between them and she starts protesting immediately.
Dean wraps them both up and laughs into Castiel’s shoulder while Anna grumbles that it’s hot and sweaty and why don’t they just leave her alone, damn smelly menfolk. Which immediately drags a muffled statement from Castiel that he is not a man, no matter what his standing with heaven is.
Eventually, they untangle from each other and Anna stops complaining. The heat draws their eyelids down. Castiel folds his hand into the crook of Anna’s elbow and Dean tosses an arm over both of them. It’s hot, but it’s perfect.
***
They thought that it would be the last battle. This was going to be the one where they sent the Beast to the Pit and bound him. But plans never work out the way they plan. They haven’t for a long long time. Dean keeps thinking he’s gotten used to it, but he always proves himself wrong.
He stumbles through the kitchen door, falling into the first chair he finds. He tosses his gun onto the table and the clunk echoes on the tile. He’s tired of failing. Sometimes he thinks it isn’t the failing that makes him tired, just the endless trying. His job will never be complete.
At that thought, he throws his arms out in frustration, the beginnings of a rant on his tongue, only for Castiel to catch him by the wrists. He meets the angel’s eyes and there isn’t sympathy there. There never is. There’s just curiosity, acceptance, and knowing. If anyone knows what’s it’s like to fight a force that can’t be fought, it’s Castiel.
Dean looks away first. He hates how innocent Castiel seems despite everything they’ve been through. Then there are arms circling him from behind and he lets Anna’s fingers twine with his. He lets her hug him and ignores the pity that rolls off her in waves.
After a moment, he tells them to leave him alone, he wants to think, which normally would be greeted with a sarcastic comment from Anna. Today she is silent, squeezing him even tighter. Then, to make matters worse, Castiel is hugging him too. He lets out a frustrated growl, resisting them. But they don’t let go and finally he gives in, relaxing. He buries his face in Castiel’s neck and Anna pulls a little closer, back to chest and nose to shoulder.
Dean appreciates this more then any speech Sam might’ve given him about better luck next time and they’ll get him eventually. He appreciates the touch and the closeness. He can forget when he’s wrapped up between them. It is the finest peace he has known in years.
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Dean/Castiel/Anna
Prompt: From bringthehappy: Touch
Word Count: 921
Genre: Fluff?
Rating: PG
Summary: It’s the touch that’s most important
Warnings: Threesome
Anna leads the way up the hill, towards the tree, leaves silhouetted against the morning sun. Dean drags behind her. It is far too early, he thinks, but this is a between moment and he has to take advantage of it. Castiel comes up last, always, because that is the only way he can keep an eye on both of them.
Anna settles in the grass, back against the tree, and Dean follows suit, slumping beside her. As inconspicuously as he can, he leans against her shoulder, just so, and after a moment, she leans back. It’s the touch that’s most important. Not necessarily skin to skin, just the pressure of another body. It’s what keeps them sane while they wait for the next attack.
Castiel stands long after Anna and Dean have gotten comfortable. He scans the horizon, finding the closest shelter and the most strategic positions until the two of them have gotten impatient with him. Anna catches his attention while Dean tells him he’d better enjoy the moment before something actually does happen.
Castiel is like a cat in that he waits just long enough that they know it’s his choice before he turns to them and nods. Nodding is as close to a smile as anyone gets with Castiel, a fact that Anna and Dean have accepted and made mild banter about when the mood seemed appropriate.
Today, the mood seems appropriate, and Anna mumbles something about loosening Castiel up and Dean concurs with a sly grin in the angel’s direction. He hmphs. The corner of his lip turns down slightly, but he sits down on Anna’s other side, just far enough away that she can’t lean against him.
She arches one eyebrow at him, as she pulls out an old, ratty book. She flips through it and when she has found their page, she takes Castiel’s hand and starts reading. Dean lays his head on her shoulder and Castiel doesn’t protest her hand in his. Her voice is sweet and good on the cool morning air.
***
It’s hot. It’s hot and the Apocalypse is much closer then they really want to think about. When they started out, the plan was to stop it quick. They’ve let it get to far.
Dean finds Castiel and Anna laying facedown on the bed in their underwear. Anna has her head on the pillow, arms crossed underneath and eyes drooping lazily. Castiel lies across one of her shoulders, hand folded in the crook of her elbow. His right leg is tucked around her left.
The scene is too perfect for Dean to let stand and he has peeled his own clothes off in moments, tossing them into the corner for Castiel to deal with later. He’s midair when Castiel notices him, but Anna doesn’t notice until he’s hit the bed. He has Castiel trapped between them and she starts protesting immediately.
Dean wraps them both up and laughs into Castiel’s shoulder while Anna grumbles that it’s hot and sweaty and why don’t they just leave her alone, damn smelly menfolk. Which immediately drags a muffled statement from Castiel that he is not a man, no matter what his standing with heaven is.
Eventually, they untangle from each other and Anna stops complaining. The heat draws their eyelids down. Castiel folds his hand into the crook of Anna’s elbow and Dean tosses an arm over both of them. It’s hot, but it’s perfect.
***
They thought that it would be the last battle. This was going to be the one where they sent the Beast to the Pit and bound him. But plans never work out the way they plan. They haven’t for a long long time. Dean keeps thinking he’s gotten used to it, but he always proves himself wrong.
He stumbles through the kitchen door, falling into the first chair he finds. He tosses his gun onto the table and the clunk echoes on the tile. He’s tired of failing. Sometimes he thinks it isn’t the failing that makes him tired, just the endless trying. His job will never be complete.
At that thought, he throws his arms out in frustration, the beginnings of a rant on his tongue, only for Castiel to catch him by the wrists. He meets the angel’s eyes and there isn’t sympathy there. There never is. There’s just curiosity, acceptance, and knowing. If anyone knows what’s it’s like to fight a force that can’t be fought, it’s Castiel.
Dean looks away first. He hates how innocent Castiel seems despite everything they’ve been through. Then there are arms circling him from behind and he lets Anna’s fingers twine with his. He lets her hug him and ignores the pity that rolls off her in waves.
After a moment, he tells them to leave him alone, he wants to think, which normally would be greeted with a sarcastic comment from Anna. Today she is silent, squeezing him even tighter. Then, to make matters worse, Castiel is hugging him too. He lets out a frustrated growl, resisting them. But they don’t let go and finally he gives in, relaxing. He buries his face in Castiel’s neck and Anna pulls a little closer, back to chest and nose to shoulder.
Dean appreciates this more then any speech Sam might’ve given him about better luck next time and they’ll get him eventually. He appreciates the touch and the closeness. He can forget when he’s wrapped up between them. It is the finest peace he has known in years.