Threesomes/moresomes October c_f fills
Title: In the quiet of darkness
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jo Harvelle x Dean Winchester x Castiel (Jo/Dean, Dean/Castiel, Jo/Castiel)
Theme: Kinks
Prompt: catyuy, Supernatural, Dean/Jo/Castiel, Vampires/biting/bloodplay, Dean and Jo are Vampires with Castiel being their angel/human lover and food source.
Word Count: 962
Originally Posted: 22 October 2010, here
Dean refuses to turn Castiel.
Normally, Jo wouldn’t care less what Dean did to the humans he brought back to their darkened apartment, but Jo’s not stupid. Castiel is special to Dean. She’d have to be deaf, dumb and blind to miss it. Jo has accused Dean of being a lot of things over the years, but she’d never thought she’d have to call him a sentimental fool.
Dean stopped being sentimental when Sam died back in the fifties.
As it is, Jo isn’t sure how she feels about the entire situation. Dean’s been her mate ever since she was dragged into the coven at seventeen but that was nearly sixty years ago. The only reason she thinks they’re still together is because she lets him drag someone else into bed with them and she doesn’t mind when he disappears for weeks on end.
Jo doesn’t ask what Dean does when he’s gone because she doesn’t want to know. All she knows for sure is that three years ago Dean dragged Castiel into their apartment by the scruff of his jacket and the scrawny human hasn’t left since.
“You just going to stand there?” Dean asks, glancing over his shoulder to look at Jo.
She’s leaning against the doorjamb of their bedroom and just watching. She likes to watch.
Dean is tender with Castiel in a way he hasn’t been tender with anyone since Sam died, since Jo cried and cried and cried about becoming a vampire and he took her under his wing.
“I fed earlier,” Jo offers weakly. “Cas is looking kind of pale. Wouldn’t want to drain him too quickly.” She doesn’t want to deal with the inevitable heartbreak on Dean’s end when Castiel grows old and dies.
Dean will never admit it, but Jo is positive he’s fallen in love with the human.
“I just wanna watch,” Jo says.
Dean just shrugs and turns his back towards her again. He crawls over Castiel’s body, kissing and licking his way up Castiel’s stomach and chest and nuzzling against the human’s neck. Castiel’s skin is mottled with bruises and bite marks, but he never complains. Even at his gentlest, Dean is still a brute when it comes to sex.
Jo is too, but unlike Dean, she doesn’t take pride in covering Castiel with her marks. She’s never felt the need to claim him.
Castiel groans long and low when Dean sinks his teeth into his neck, a whimper hidden just under the surface. His nails scratch at Dean’s tee-shirt, digging into his shoulders, but it’s more of a conditioned response than actual pain.
Dean likes it when Castiel is rough and there is little Castiel wouldn’t do to please him.
The scent of blood lies heavy in the air, thick and coppery, but Jo stands by her decision.
Dean sucks at the mark he’s made, lapping at the blood with a quick tongue.
Castiel is so pretty and pale that his blood always looks so impossibly dark upon his skin.
Jo is always scared she’s going to break him.
Dean is too, maybe, but he never lets it hold him back.
Jo watches as Dean’s fingers slip down Castiel’s chest, petting and stroking even as he sucks Castiel’s skin clean of blood, before curling around the human’s cock and stroking it into fullness.
Dean nuzzles against Castiel’s neck, kissing the bite mark and licking it idly before moving to lick his way into Castiel’s mouth. It’s a long and lazy kiss. Dean’s re-familiarizing himself with the one person he could never forget.
“Jo,” Castiel says softly when they part for air, gently pushing Dean away. He looks over at her for the first time since Dean showed back up last night after disappearing for a week.
Jo doesn’t mind, not like she used to.
They’re both in this for Dean, and while they’ll comfort each other when he’s gone, they don’t really spend time together when he’s around.
Castiel’s voice is soft but sure when he ask, “Come to bed?”
Dean sits back on his heels and looks over at Jo again. His hand is still moving up and down Castiel’s cock in tauntingly slow motions and for a moment Jo thinks he’s going to yell at her for interrupting. He’s done it before. He used to yell at Castiel, but the human just stared at him blankly and it gave Dean the creeps. “Cas is right,” he says after a moment, grinning at Jo. “Come to bed.”
Jo wants to say no, that she’s got better things to do.
Bobby’s been expecting her to call and update him about the Gordon-the-hunter-in-Boston-killing-vampires situation and she promised Henrickson she’d help him track down a monster killing couples, but the words die on her lips.
She can’t remember the last time both Dean and Castiel wanted her at the same time, allowed her to join them out of want and not out of pity for her.
“Yeah,” she says, shrugging off the flannel over shirt she’d stolen from Dean’s drawer. “I think I will.” She crawls onto the bed, slipping towards the pillows to lean down and capture Castiel’s mouth in a kiss.
He tastes like a mixture of Dean and his own blood, and it sends a rush of warmth flushing through Jo’s veins.
Dean watches them lazily for a moment before tugging her away from Castiel and towards his own chest and they roll to the side, wrapped up in each other’s arms while they kiss lazily.
There’s a moment of hesitation while Castiel brushes his fingers against Jo’s side, but he slots himself behind her and nuzzles into the back of her neck anyways.
For the first time in a long time, Jo feels like she’s finally at home.
Title: Square
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Gabriel x Sam Winchester (and variations therein)
Theme: Episode Titles
Prompt: tiptoe39, SPN, Sam/Dean/Gabriel/Castiel, "Total Chaos! The Messy Square Relationship" (Sailor Moon)
Word Count: 669
Originally Posted: 19 October 2010, here
It breaks down into something a little like this: Sam wants Gabriel, Gabriel wants Castiel, Castiel wants Dean and Dean just wants to know when his life became such a damn soap opera.
When Gabriel’s awkward pining and gift giving and smothering Castiel gets to be enough to drive the usually stoic angel crazy, Gabriel falls into bed with Sam. Sam is, of course, more than thrilled with this. Well, until it becomes obvious it’s not Sam that the archangel is moaning.
That’s about the same time Castiel puts the moves on Dean, only to be shot down time and time again. Not because Dean doesn’t care, or because Dean isn’t interested in men (hey, he’s a mostly open minded kind of guy) but because it’s Castiel, and the angel has already Fallen once because of Dean.
Which is how Sam and Castiel end up exchanging bodily fluids in the back of the Impala. It’s quirk and dirty and angry with no one getting what they really want and when they both separate they’re covered in more than enough bites and bruises to show for it.
Which is how Dean and Gabriel find out and both feel spurred. There’s copious amounts of alcohol and Gabriel swears revenge. Even though Dean can’t stand the archangel ninety percent of the time, well, just because he turned down Castiel doesn’t mean anyone else was allowed to take him up on the offer for sex, and that’s what upsets him the most. Castiel is his even when he isn’t.
At the time, it makes sense for Dean to shove Gabriel against the hard brick wall of the seedy bar and fuck him open until they’re both spent. It’s somewhere between the first hard shove into Gabriel’s body and coming inside of him that Dean realizes this isn’t what he wants at all but it’s too late to do anything about it.
Gabriel can’t keep his mouth shut about it, either. He tells Castiel the next time they’re in a room together and the angels disappear in a violent assault of words and wings and they don’t come back for almost three days. When they do return, Gabriel looks so impossibly, comfortably smug that Dean wants to punch the smirk off his face. Castiel just looks a little broken.
Which is how Dean and Castiel end up in bed together, kissing and stroking and petting and thrusting until the lines blur and all Dean can think is finally.
Only, Sam has to point out they can’t work like this, not all four of them. Yeah, Dean and Castiel are finally together (and Bobby owes Sam fifty bucks, thank you very much) but Gabriel has become more than insufferable and Sam - Sam is falling into the same dark pit of jealousy. Sam doesn’t want to stick around if Dean and Castiel are going to be making doe eyes at each other all the time.
The solution isn’t as surprising as it should have been. Except for Sam and Dean, they’ve all slept together before, learned the curves and planes of each other’s bodies, learned their ticks and the spots that melt them. No, the only surprising thing about the solution is that Castiel is the one who suggests it, and with a straight face.
It takes a while to get comfortable with the idea, and even longer with the act. There are too many limbs, too many hands and teeth and lips and the bed isn’t big enough for all four of them. Gabriel can make a solution for that, sure, but there isn’t exactly a handbook on how to have an interspecies, homosexual orgy with your brother.
So, it’ll take some time to get used to - being fondled and caressed by unknown hands, being licked and kissed by who knows who, being fucked open slowly by someone who may or may not be your brother, being smothered while trying to sleep by a different body every night - but none of them were really the kind to do things the conventional way in the first place. Plus, now, they have all the time in the world.
Somehow, they’ll make it work. They have to.
Title: Shadow of what we once were
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester
Theme: Nightmares and Dreamscapes
Prompt: hugglewolf, SPN, Dean, Sam, Cas (or any pairing thereof), he dreams that Castiel gets possessed. Then it happens and they have to exorcise him.
Word Count: 451
Originally Posted: 19 October 2010, here
They kept putting off getting it done.
Sam knows there is a small part of Dean that is just waiting for this to turn out to be some sort of huge, cosmic joke, but the punch line never comes.
Castiel wasn’t so much as Falling as drifting farther and farther away, slipping over an invisible line that separates him from his brothers until he’s no more an angel than Dean or Sam.
Still, they kept putting it off.
Even after Dean’s nightmares stopped being of Hell exclusively and became of losing Castiel to a black eyed monster.
Sam doesn’t blame him, he had those dreams too, in between the nightmares Lucifer created around him (both in the waking world and the one of dreams).
Castiel was the only one immune to the fear, or if he wasn’t, he never let it show.
The dreams would pass and Castiel would pull Dean back against his chest, or Sam would, and they would (never admit it, even now, it doesn’t happen like this) nuzzle and cuddle until all the fears are washed away and they drift back to sleep in a tangle of limbs and heavy bodies.
Morning would come, and they’d put it off, for just one more day. They’d give this nightmare one more day to right itself.
It never does.
They knew the instant it happened that Castiel had been possessed. This had been their greatest fear ever since the Fall and they’ve been watching for it with sharp eyes ever since it became a valid concern.
The demon doesn’t even try to lie its way out of the mess it created and it tears through Dean and Sam like they’re nothing. He leaves them broken and bleeding on the floor before he parts.
It takes a week to recover enough to force a journey to Bobby’s, and it takes almost three months to track down Castiel from there. It’s heartbreaking to see the familiar vessel so tainted, buried up to (demon black) eyeballs in blood and booze and drugs and women. It’s even worse to know that inside of Jimmy’s body is Castiel, scared and powerless and hopeless.
Killing the demon isn’t an option, will never be a valid option no matter how much death and destruction it reaps in its wake.
Even if Dean and Sam have to risk Hell and High Waters (however literally), they’re not going to stop until they rip the demon out of Castiel’s throat. This is their fault, their mess, and they’re going to fix it and they’re going to save Castiel, even if it means letting the world die around them.
This is one thing they’re absolutely not going to put off.
Title: An Exercise In Trust
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Gabriel
Theme: Free-For-All Friday
Prompt: arialyre, Supernatural, Dean/Castiel/Gabriel, Teaching Castiel.
Word Count: 419
Originally Posted: 19 October 2010, here
“Close your eyes,” Dean had said.
Castiel had obeyed - of course he obeyed, this was Dean asking for a simple exercise in trust - but that had been over an hour ago, and when it became obvious Castiel couldn’t keep his eyes closed, Gabriel had looped Castiel’s own tie around his eyes as a blindfold.
“You need to trust us,” Gabriel had said.
As much as Castiel loved them, Castiel couldn’t - there were too many new sensations. Dean’s fingers trailed over his naked skin while Gabriel mouthed at his hip bone - there was a belt looped around Castiel’s hands, binding him to the headboard. He was at their mercy, now more than ever.
It was an exercise in humanity, one of them had said - Castiel can’t remember, there were lips on his nipples and a fist around his cock - and they were going to teach Castiel how to react to these situations accordingly.
Castiel knows it’s Dean who is framing his face in large, warm palms while they kiss slowly, just like he knows it’s Gabriel’s quick fingers that are trailing up his shaft and twirling around the head of his cock before a thumb traces the slit.
Knowing isn’t the exercise. Knowing isn’t why they’re doing this.
So Castiel inhales sharply, once, and holds his breath until his brain should go foggy (would go foggy if he was human) and when he lets it out in a long, slow exhale, he melts back into the mattress. He’s so focused on not focusing he’s lost track of hands and mouths, isn’t sure who’s lubed finger is slipping inside of him oh-so slowly and who’s mouth is sucking a trail of red marks across his chest.
He loses himself to the slow dragging thrusts of being stretched open, one finger at a time, until those disappear and are replaced by something bigger, hotter, more. He loses himself to the feeling of a hickey being sucked into his collarbone before lips start their downward trail again and those same lips tease their way up and around his cock. He loses himself to the feeling of the two beings he loves and trusts most in the whole universe above him, around him, inside him.
For once, Castiel is completely okay with being lost, because he knows Dean and Gabriel will not allow him to get very far. He trusts them to take care of them. Castiel isn’t sure, but he thinks this is the lesson they were trying to teach.
Title: Ties That Bind
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester
Theme: Kinks
Prompt: hugglewolf, SPN, Dean/Sam/Cas, Dean talks Cas into getting gagged while he and Dean are on their own. Cas has a bit of a panic after 'Changing Channels' and Sam comes to spot it. Cue schmoopy apologies from Dean and protective!Sam.
Word Count: 606
Originally Posted: 19 October 2010, here
Dean had a plan, in theory. By forcing Castiel into not being able to make any noise, it would make the angel realize he wanted and needed to. Or, something like that. Dean wasn’t too bent up on the actual statistics behind it and his brain shut down all real thought the minute the slick fabric of Castiel’s tie was forced between his teeth.
Castiel hadn’t actually attempted to become any more vocal, but he had been more determined to wrench an orgasm out of Dean using any means possible, so Dean was still counting it as a win in his favor.
Which was the start of the thing between the two of them.
Sam was all hands and grunts but he liked the feel of Castiel’s lips over his skin and around his cock too much to ever consider gagging the angel as a serious option. Tying Castiel up, maybe, but Dean had never really been into the whole wrist chaffing thing and it didn’t seem practical when they spent all their time running from Satan and his Demon Army and being tied up by various monsters of the week anyways.
So for a while, it’s just Dean and Castiel writhing in the sheets when the angel is being forced into silence. It doesn’t stop the orgasms from being mind-blowing and the post-coital (tell Sam and die) cuddling to be sweet, tender.
Until one day, Castiel just kinds of freezes. He looks at his own tie in Dean’s hand with big blue eyes and hesitates before letting Dean slip it over his lips. His fingers clutch at Dean’s biceps tightly, silently pleading, but whatever message he’s trying to send is lost to the dark haze of lust already forming in Dean’s mind. He just rolls with whatever the hunter has to offer, and if it’s less than stellar, well, Dean isn’t concerned because everyone has their off days.
After that, Castiel tends to avoid being in situations that lend to just he and Dean falling on the nearest flat surface together, naked. Dean would be hurt, emotionally or whatever, but it’s not like he doesn’t get to bury himself inside of Castiel or get sucked off by him. It’s just not the two of them anymore. Sam is there with his freakishly giant hands and cock and, well, everything but it’s not new for the three of them to be together like this, so Dean doesn’t think much of it.
Well, until Sam points out the way Castiel tenses up when Dean tugs at his tie, tracing a finger over the angel’s lip and threatening to make him beg for it.
When the memory of Gabriel trapping him and silencing him in TV-Land is wheedled from Castiel’s pretty lips, the brothers just stare at him in stunned silence. Castiel shifts awkwardly, but he’s otherwise silent.
Then Dean falls into a self-deprecating spiral of I’m so sorry, Cas and I should’a seen this and I’m a terrible person and I don’t deserve yous that leaves even Sam embarrassed.
Castiel forgives him easily enough, crawling across the bed and into Dean’s lap, silencing his apologies with soft kisses. They tumble backwards onto the sheets together, kissing slowly, hands exploring in teasing strokes.
Sam watches until he’s had enough and he doesn’t hesitate to crawl onto the bed, hovering over Castiel long enough to press a warm, open mouthed kiss onto the back of the angel’s neck. It’s less tender and sweet after that, but there will be time for Dean to kiss away all of Castiel’s woes when their come and sweat is cooling on their skin.
Title: Let the rain fall down
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel x Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Theme: N/A
Prompt: tiptoe39’s Rainy Day Love Meme, her own thread.
Word Count: 289
Originally Posted: 27 October 210, here
“Dean,” Castiel whispers, his breath hot and wet where his lips are pressed against the curve of Dean’s jaw, “I believe it has stopped raining.”
Dean cracks his eyes open tiredly, blinking slowly as he does so. He can’t hear the rain pitter pattering against the roof of the cheap motel room, and there are birds singing obnoxiously outside. Three days of non-stop rain and finally they’re getting a break.
“Dean?” Castiel asks.
“Go back to sleep, Cas,” Dean grumbles, tightening the arm around Castiel’s waist and trying to force the angel closer.
It does no good, because Gabriel is still curled around Castiel’s back, his hands clutching at Castiel’s shirt while his knee battles for the space between Castiel’s thighs with Dean’s own.
“I wasn’t sleeping,” Castiel admonishes, and Dean can practically feel his scowl.
“Well, go back to not sleeping,” Sam grumbles from the far side of the bed. He’s so awkwardly tall and gangly that his hand is able to rest on Castiel’s hip, despite the archangel smooshed between the two of them.
Dean would be worried about crushing Gabriel but a) Gabriel is an archangel and b) Gabriel likes to be smothered between Sam and any other warm body.
“I - “ Castiel starts.
Dean pulls back far enough to brush his lips against Castiel’s forehead in a feather light kiss. “Just close your eyes for a little while longer, Cas.”
The angel makes a strangled sound, in annoyance or of petulance, but he sighs heavily and goes slack in Dean’s arms again. “Fine.”
Dean doesn’t bother to fight the smile that slips on his face and when Castiel starts tracing circles on Dean’s back with his fingertips, Dean lets himself be lulled back into sleep.
Title: Trois
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Bobby Singer x Castiel x Crowley
Theme: Free-For-All Friday
Prompt: hugglewolf, Supernatural, Bobby/Castiel/Crowley. Bobby doesn't know how the hell he got into this, but he'll be damned if he's giving those two idjits up. Now they just need to tell Sam and Dean.
Word Count: 600
Originally Posted: 19 October 2010, here
“You are doing it wrong! The eggs will burn - ”
“Oh, like you’d know how to make an omelet! You’ve been eating nothing but diner food since your feathery arse touched base on the planet!”
“My ass is not - “
“Would you two idjits shut up already?” Bobby asks. He can only lie in bed and listen to them argue for so long, and when he finally manages to make it to the kitchen, he can practically see Castiel’s feathers bristle up in surprise and anger (Bobby’s seen it happen before, he knows what they look like).
“Crowley is attempting to set your house on fire with his cooking of insufficient caliber,” Castiel says, whirling to face Bobby. He points an accusing finger at Crowley like a petulant child. “He will also not allow me to assist!”
“I’m hardly going to set the house on fire by using the stove,” Crowley scoffs, glaring at Castiel. “Here I am, trying to be nice for once - don’t you two scoff at me - and this is the payment I get?”
“Would you prefer Bobby’s soul?” Castiel asks darkly, narrowing his eyes.
“One time! That was one bloody ti- “
It takes every ounce of Bobby’s self-control not to whack the angel or the demon across the head like he used to do to Sam and Dean (and Jesus, what would those boys think if they could see this now?). “Crowley, stop whining like a two year old,” Bobby says, exasperated. When a smug smile flitters across Castiel’s face, Bobby scowls at him too. “You too, Cas. Knock it off and grow up already, before I get my shotgun and shoot you both.”
“A shotgun would do no damage - “
“That isn’t the point,” Bobby grinds out. “So would you just shut up and tell me what the Devil is going on?”
Castiel’s brow furrows in confusion and he looks from Bobby to Crowley. It takes a minute for Bobby to realize Castiel is trying to puzzle how to shut up and explain at the same time, and the hunter would laugh if it wasn’t such a common occurrence.
“We were attempting to make you breakfast,” Crowley says coolly, prodding at the slowly burning omelet on the stove. “It was going fine until Castiel had to try and take control again.”
“If you weren’t always so insistent on binding my hands - “
“Oh, so now you’re saying you don’t like it? Because I could have sworn - “
“You are a manipulative, controlling bastard - “
“You are a self-righteous, self-centered, spoiled brat - “
“ - incorrigible, spiteful, unnecessarily crude and mean - “
“Don’t make me gag you, Cas. Wouldn’t want you to choke - “
Bobby just stares and he can practically feel his blood pressure rising. Shaking his head, he turns and leaves the kitchen before grabbing the keys to his truck. It might only be nine in the morning, but he can sure as Hell use a beer and a moment that is somewhere not here.As much as he (God forbid he ever mention it) loves the two prissy bastards arguing in his kitchen, there’s only so much he can handle.
It occurs to him, idly, while he’s driving that Sam and Dean were due to check in today, and Bobby can only hope Castiel and Crowley are still at each other’s throats so someone else can see what he’s suffering through.
Not that he’d consider it suffering, most of the time. Well, half the time. Maybe fifteen percent of the time. Castiel and Crowley had a lot of issues to work through.