Twitfics from @itsjustdara
Supernatural: Dean Winchester x Castiel & Sam Winchester x Gabriel & Dean Winchester x Gabriel & Sam Winchester x Castiel & SPN Gen
RPS: Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Matt Cohen & Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Jared Padalecki & Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki & Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Supernatural
Dean Winchester x Castiel
Title: Reprieve
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For tiptoe39
Word Count: 329
It’s cramped in the small tub. Dean has to bend his knees just to fit in it, and he’s pinned in place by Castiel’s legs snug on either side of him, grinding down into Dean’s lap. Every sharp movement causes the water to ripple and splash over the porcelain edge of the tub, and Dean’s not surprised to find most of the floor already drenched (and he’s glad he’d had the forethought to put his clothes on the counter, since he’ll have something dry to change into later).
None of these details are important though, except for maybe the fact Dean’s cock is catching and gliding against Castiel’s ass, the head of his cock nudging against the back of Castiel’s sac and causing Castiel to make soft sounds into Dean’s mouth in between every few heartbeats. His tongue is slick, just like the rest of Castiel’s body, and Dean doesn’t even bother trying to keep up as Castiel devours and dominates him.
It’s enough for Dean to just wrap his fist around Castiel’s cock, alternating between a tight grip that has Castiel panting and moaning desperately and a loose one that leaves Castiel whimpering and whining for “more, Dean, please, more” until he’s practically trembling and Dean relents. Dean’s not a tease, and he’s not a complete jerk, but he plans on making this one moment away from everything - their families, their wars, their lives - last as long as he can.
And if after Castiel comes, jerking and shuddering and causing the water to cascade over the side of the tub as he fucks himself into Dean’s fist, he slumps forward onto Dean’s chest, mouthing at the side of his neck pathetically, then it’s just one more thing Dean has to add to the list of things he’s never going to tell anyone about ever (and if Dean happens to wrap his arms around Castiel to keep him there, that’s definitely never going to see the light of day).
Title: Hotdogs
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: It might have been cloudyjenn, all I know is there was discussion of tiny hotdogs.
Word Count: 95
"Your hotdog is very small. Are you sure it's adequate?" Castiel asks, frowning.
"I'm not really big on hotdogs in the first place," Dean shrugs, "food is food. Besides, my hotdog is large enough."
Dean waggles his eyebrows and Castiel looks confused.
"It's an inch and a half, at most, Dean."
Dean hangs his head, sighing. "That's not what I meant at all, Cas," Dean says.
Castiel cocks his head to the side before he makes an "o" with his mouth. "Yes, your penis is more than adequate."
"...I'm taking that as a compliment, asshole."
Title: Poker
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 65
"I do not understand the point of this game," Castiel says, holding his cards awkwardly.
"It's one way to scam honest, hardworking assholes out of their money," Dean grins. "And, when Sam's not around, to get naked."
Sam makes an indignant noise, but Castiel is curious.
"You play cards naked?"
"Only if Sam's not around," Sam grumbles.
"Next time," Dean promises, winking.
Castiel just nods.
Title: Come Back to Bed
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Word Count: 99
"Hey, Cas," Dean says, nudging his shoulder, "you gotta get up."
Castiel grumbles, rolling over and away.
Dean sighs, rolling his eyes, "c'mon, Cas, don't make me get the hose."
Castiel rolls over just to glower at Dean. "No."
"Then get up."
"No."
Dean sighs.
Castiel grabs Dean's wrist and tugs him in. "Come back to bed," Castiel orders.
"Cas - "
“Come - "
"Fine."
Castiel rolls his eyes at Dean's lack of fighting spirit, but pulls Dean back towards him under the covers.
"You're lucky I love you," Dean grumbles.
Castiel rolls his eyes again.
Title: Late
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 446
"Dean, I'm going to be late," Castiel says, scowling.
Dean rolls his eyes, but fixes Castiel's tie. "No, in order for you to be late, I'd have to do this," Dean says, grinning even as he trails his hands down Castiel's chest to drag the heel of his palm over Castiel's crotch, "and we both know you wouldn't actually mind."
Castiel glowers, but rips his tie off and throws it to the side.
"Cas, what are you - ?"
"If I am going to be late, I should at least have a reasonable excuse."
Dean blinks, then grins. "Awesome."
Castiel shoves Dean back onto the bed, shrugging off his shirt and coat before crawling towards him. He’s going to be late, but he hates to leave things unfinished, and Dean will just bitch about Castiel being a cock tease later if he doesn’t.
Dean's already shimmying out of his own clothes. He tangles his fingers in Castiel's hair, dragging him down for a desperate kiss. He’s smirking and Castiel’s scowling, and Dean knows he’ll get yelled at for this later, but he doesn’t seem to actually care.
Castiel's fingers curl around Dean's cock tightly, making Dean moan and arch into it. Castiel gives a few steady strokes before he lets go to wiggle out of the rest of his clothes. He doesn't reach for Dean again though, instead opting to press down on Dean, forcing their cocks together, hot and hard and slick from precum.
Castiel doesn't have time for this, doesn't bother to pretend he does. He ruts against Dean frantically, curling his fingers bruising-tight into Dean’s hips and swallows Dean’s moans and groans while they’re tongues tangle.
Dean is pinned, forced to stay where Castiel wants him to be. His fingers dig into Castiel’s scalp, twisting in Castiel’s dark hair and tugging desperately. The soft sounds he’s making go straight to Castiel’s groin, and he arches and squirms at all the right times, forcing more contact between them and still begging for more.
Dean will be the death of him, of that Castiel is absolutely sure. When his cock is pulsing between their bodies though, covering Dean’s stomach and his own with sticky wetness, Castiel just has a really hard time caring. Castiel can feel himself shudder, feel smears of come sticking him to Dean, and he just drags Dean closer, half into Castiel’s lap and bites and tugs at Dean’s lip with his teeth until Dean comes, too.
“Try and tell me that wasn’t worth the embarrassing last guy in has to buy doughnuts run?” Dean hums, running his fingers across Castiel’s shoulders and back, petting him softly.
Castiel just grunts in response.
Title: Wake Up
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Word Count: 309
Castiel doesn’t sleep, so it really shouldn’t surprise Dean that he wakes up to find Castiel staring down at him with a soft expression. Just like it shouldn’t surprise Dean when Castiel urges him on his back so that he can kiss a slow trail across Dean’s chest and down his stomach.
Not that Dean minds. Dean really doesn’t mind.
Castiel takes his time in getting to Dean’s cock, lets his fingers skim across thighs and chases them with his lips. He bites at each hipbone before swiping his tongue over them to chase away the pain. Dean isn’t sure how long it actually takes Castiel to curl his fingers around Dean’s shaft, a loose grip to stroke up and down a few times before he kisses the head. His tongue flicks out to catch the beaded precum, before he looks up at Dean with expectant eyes.
Dean props himself up on his elbows and quirks an eyebrow. “Did you seriously wake me up to ask for my permission?” He asks, but he’s more amused than anything.
Castiel smiles slyly, before nuzzling his stubbled cheek against Dean’s shaft. “Perhaps I am waiting for you to beg.”
Groaning, Dean attempts to arch his hips up but Castiel moves quickly to pin him down. “That is entirely unfair,” Dean grumbles, narrowing his eyes to glower at Castiel.
“Hmm,” Castiel hums. He presses a kiss to the side of Dean’s cock before licking a stripe back up to the tip, his tongue swirling around the head. “Perhaps next time, then.” He leaves Dean no room to complain as he wraps his lips around Dean’s cock and his mouth glides down easily until Dean’s cock is pressed to the back of his throat.
Dean flops back onto the mattress, fingers tangled in dark hair, and it’s all he can do to hold on.
Title: Waiting and waiting
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Implied Dean Winchester x Castiel
Word Count: 48
Castiel's blood covered skin is tacky and cold.
Dean bites back a rush of emotions that threaten to overwhelm him.
Castiel will be fine. Castiel is always fine. He's God's favorite.
Dean keeps telling himself this as he drops to his knees and waits and waits and waits.
Title: Lies We Tell
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Word Count: 76
Dean tries very hard not to focus on the bloody stumps of where Castiel's wings used to be.
The room is covered in blood, and so is Dean, and even though Dean's done worse in Hell, this still makes him sick.
He brushes his fingers against Castiel's cheek, a reassurance that Castiel is still alive with every slow exhale. His eyes are half lidded, dark and hazy, and he's so pale.
"You'll be okay," Dean lies.
Title: Goal by goal
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester, Implied Dean Winchester x Castiel
Word Count: 50
They're pointedly not talking about it.
Every time Sam opens his mouth, Dean turns the music up.
He's got another 300 miles before he'll absolutely need to stop to put gas in the Impala, and Dean is determined to make it that far.
He'll make a new goal from there.
Title: Curtains
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel, Sam Winchester
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 177
Dean understands the importance of curtains, the job they serve, but he doesn't understand why this is such a big deal. As long as they're not pink or lacy, he doesn't really care.
"The bedspread is blue," Castiel hums, fingers skimming across the fabrics.
Dean doesn't mention he picked blue because it reminded him of Castiel when the angel wasn't around. "So just get blue."
"For the entire apartment?" Castiel asks, frowning.
Dean doesn't care. He really doesn't.
Castiel does though, for some strange reason.
Dean sighs. "The kitchen is yellow," He offers weakly. "Matching colors should be good enough, right?" Dean is never going to live this down. Ever.
Sam sniggers when he sees the lacy curtains in the kitchen. It was a tradeoff with Castiel to get blackout curtains in the bedroom.
"Cas thinks they're - ugh - pretty," Dean says, banging his head against the table.
"You are so whipped," Sam grins.
"He said they made him happy! How could I say no to that?" Dean counters, scowling.
Sam pats his shoulder, "sooo whipped."
Title: New Years
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For kijikun
Word Count: 89
"Normally you celebrate with champagne or that sparkling wine stuff," Dean says, settling against Castiel's side on the hood of the Impala, "but I like my way better."
Castiel smiles warmly, despite the cold night air, and accepts the bottle of beer when its passed to him. "I like your way better," Castiel says.
"You just like me better," Dean grins.
Castiel rolls his eyes but doesn't deny the words. He shifts closer to Dean and they wait for the celebratory fireworks to start in silence, fingers tangled together.
Title: General Tso’s
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 91
"Here," Dean says, jabbing his fork through some General Tso's chicken before offering it to Castiel. "This stuff makes Sam cry like a girl," Dean adds.
Castiel curls his fingers around Dean's wrist, but doesn't take the fork from Dean to eat the chicken. Castiel frowns, cocking his head to the side. "I don't understand."
"Normal people would find it spicy, Cas," Dean grins. He moves to pull his hand back, but Castiel won't let him. "Do you mind?" Dean asks.
"Yes," Castiel says.
Dean snorts, grinning, but lets it be.
Title: Babysitting
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel, Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For pandionpandeus
Word Count: 261
The fledgling is wailing, little arms and legs flailing and wings beating uselessly against his back.
“Shut up, shut up,” Dean says, holding the fledgling carefully, away from his body. “Please shut up, kid.”
Castiel cocks his head to the side, watching in amused confusion. “Dean?”
“Not now, Cas, I broke Sam and Gabriel’s baby and I swear to God if it doesn’t shut up I’m going to kill myself and - “
Castiel silences Dean by sliding behind him, slipping his fingers over Dean’s mouth. “He’s a fledgling, Dean,” Castiel says softly. “You are not going to break him. Hold him.”
Dean shoots Castiel a pathetic look, but obeys in drawing the fledgling closer to his chest.
Castiel drops his hand and wraps his arms around Dean’s waist, resting his chin on a broad shoulder. “See, he is quieting already.”
Dean scowls, because Castiel is right. He shifts the fledgling carefully in his arms until he can grab the binky strapped to the front of the fledgling’s onesie, slipping it into his mouth. Dean gets a vaguely annoyed look for his efforts, but the fledgling is content at least.
“We’re never having kids,” Dean decides.
“Never?” Castiel asks, frowning.
“Never,” Dean says, sighing heavily. He cranes his neck to brush his lips against Castiel’s forehead, smiling despite himself at the brush of soft hair against his cheek. “I’m okay with being an awesome uncle for eternity.”
“You’ll change your mind yet,” Castiel says.
Dean doubts it, but if Castiel is determined to make him, Dean doesn’t think he stands a chance.
Title: Enough
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 130
Dean digs his fingers into the curve of Castiel's hips, buries his face in the crook of Castiel's neck and shoulder. His lips move over the sweaty skin, pressing kisses and words he can't speak.
Castiel moans, arches, digs his nails into Dean's back. "Dean," he breathes, "Oh, Dean."
Dean can feel himself smile against Castiel's skin, and keeps rolling his hips slowly "I've got you, Cas," Dean murmurs.
Castiel's breath hitches, his fingers dig deeper and he can feel the angel tremble beneath him. "Dean," Castiel says again, and Dean doesn't know when his name became synonymous with such love but it makes him warm, makes his heart beat faster, and it has nothing to do with the sex.
Dean kisses Castiel's shoulder, breathes, "Cas" and hopes it's enough.
Title: Give and Take
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 211
"So," Dean says, smirking, tired and sated. "Angels do Pon Farr."
Castiel glances up at Dean and frowns. "I don't - " Castiel starts, but Dean cuts him off.
"Understand that reference, I know," Dean says, then adds, "don't worry about it."
Castiel huffs against the back of Dean's thigh before nipping at the skin.
"Dude, we've already had sex twice," Dean groans. "You're going to have to give me a few minutes, Cas."
Castiel makes an impatient sound and shoves Dean's thighs apart, none-to-gently. "Then I will take care of you this time," Castiel says simply.
Dean cranes his neck over his shoulder to see what the Hell Castiel is on about now when Castiel trails a hand down the curve of Dean's ass.
He presses one finger against Dean's hole, glancing up expectantly.
Dean would say 'no' but Castiel looks so hopeful, cheeks flushed from arousal, and it makes something warm flutter in Dean’s chest. “Fine,” Dean huffs out, “but just this once.”
Castiel leans forward to press his lips against Dean’s shoulder and he fumbles for the abandoned bottle of lube. “Thank you, Dean,” he mutters into the sweaty skin.
Dean huffs in mock annoyance and buries his face in his arms to hide his smile. “Whatever.”
Title: In The Morning
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For annundriel
Word Count: 166
Castiel doesn't need to sleep. It's never been a problem before, but now it leaves him with nothing to do while he waits for Dean to wake up.
Dean made it very clear that Castiel was to still be here in the morning.
But Castiel is bored, and there’s nothing for him to do while he waits for Dean to wake. He lets his fingers skim over Dean’s back, tracing the lines and scars, half because he can, and half because he likes to touch.
Castiel curls his fingers into Dean's back, holding on tightly, before he squirms closer to brush his lips against Dean's skin. He wants to wake up the hunter, wants to feel Dean's lips on his skin again, feel Dean moving inside of him again.
Castiel doesn't though, because seeing Dean sleeping so soundly, half curled around Castiel, makes Castiel's heart pound in a way that has nothing to do with sex.
So Castiel kisses Dean again, smiling despite himself, and waits.
Title: Shut Up
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For kijikun
Word Count: 82
Dean doesn't remember what he's yelling about anymore, only that it's been twenty minutes and he might die from lack of oxygen soon.
Castiel's face has gone from impassive to annoyed to livid gradually.
The fact he won't yell back pisses Dean off. Before Dean can complain though, Castiel is in his space, tugging at his jacket and forcing their lips together.
"Shut up, Dean," Castiel growls against Dean's lips.
Dean just nods his head weakly.
Castiel smirks, before kissing him again.
Title: Lazy Sundays
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 153
Lazy Sundays. Dean never thought he’d get to have lazy Sundays, least of all with Castiel. It occurs to him in an idle thought to rap his knuckles against the bleached wood of the lounge chair, just in case, even though he isn’t really superstitious.
The action startles Castiel into looking up at Dean from where his cheek is pillowed over Dean’s heart, pressed to Dean’s side from shoulder to ankles.
Dean runs his fingers through dark hair mussing it up even more simply because he can. He presses a finger to Castiel’s lips to silence him when Castiel opens his mouth. “Shh,” Dean says, letting his eyes slip closed. He doesn’t know how long it will last, or if it will last, but Dean’s going to soak this up for all that it’s worth.
Castiel stretches before snuggling closer to Dean, and it’s good to know Castiel is on the same page.
Title: Good Morning
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Word Count: 96
Castiel throws an arm around Dean's middle and drags him back into the bed. "Noooo," he whines.
Dean huffs out a soft laugh. "We have to get out of bed at some point, Cas."
"Never!" Castiel tugs at him again.
"You win for now," Dean murmurs.
Castiel smiles sleepily in triumph.
When Dean wakes up again, Castiel is settled between Dean's thighs and mouthing at him through his boxers. "Hey, Cas," Dean smiles sleepily.
Castiel ignores Dean in favor of tugging down Dean's boxers and wrapping his lips around his shaft. It's the better reply anyways.
Title: Understandings
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For nybors
Word Count: 43
Dean slots his hand over Castiel's mouth, startling Castiel into silence. "If you don't stop singing Lady Gaga, I will never let you fuck me again," Dean snaps.
Castiel just nods his head weakly.
"Good. Glad we could reach this understanding," Dean sighs.
Title: Whipped
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: tiptoe39
Word Count: 92
Dean takes one glance at the upcoming showings before deciding they need to leave ten minutes ago.
"I do not understand," Castiel frowns. "You wanted to see a movie."
"Yes, but I didn't want to see a chick movie," Dean replies. "Come on, let's just go eat."
Castiel purses his lips and stands his ground. "Dean."
"Don't you dare," Dean says, scowling, "No pouting or withholding sex or I swear to God - "
Castiel shoots Dean a pathetic look, before staring forlornly at the movie theater.
"Fuck my life," Dean grumbles.
Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Title: Bubble Bath
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: zekkass
Word Count: 84
"I'm going to smell like - like - dude, how many different kind of bubbles did you even use?" Sam asks, wrinkling his nose.
"Lavender, watermelon, strawberry, apple pie, bay rum, rose, coconut, vanilla..." Gabriel says, counting off on his fingers, "buttercream, peppermint..."
"I hate you so much right now," Sam scowls, slumping in the tub.
Gabriel just grins across the mountain of rainbow colored bubbles. "But you'll taste and smell deliciously clean," Gabriel points out.
"Still hate you," Sam says, rolling his eyes.
Title: Whispered Confessions
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For swishyclang
Word Count: 55
Gabriel waits for Sam to fall asleep before he leans over to kiss Sam's shoulder. He murmurs the words against sweaty skin.
Sam blinks, his eyes flicking over to Gabriel, and he smiles tiredly.
Gabriel scowls, mostly for show, and Sam rolls his eyes before closing them again.
Against his better judgment, Gabriel is relieved.
Title: Sharp Dressed Man
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For zekkass
Word Count: 76
Sam blinks in confusion when he sees Gabriel leaning casually against the side of the Impala, twirling a tie and rocking a pair of Oakleys with his pinstriped suit.
"Do I even want to ask?" Sam asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Probably not," Gabriel says, shrugging. "But you do want to do me."
Sam scoffs.
"When you're right, you're right," Gabriel grins.
"Whatever," Sam says, but he steps close enough to drag Gabriel into a kiss anyways.
Title: Books On Tape
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For zekkass
Word Count: 34
"Harry Potter?" Sam asks, quirking an eyebrow.
"Would you rather listen to Metallica for the rest of your life?" Gabriel asks.
Sam sighs, good as conceding the point. "Thanks," he says.
Gabriel just grins.
Title: Public Displays of Cuddling
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Gabriel, Dean Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For arialyre
Word Count: 61
"Does this count as cuddling?" Gabriel asks, curling into Sam's side and under his arm, chin resting on a broad shoulder.
Sam glances at Dean making faces across the table and Castiel staring in something that might be jealousy before glaring at Dean. "I'm going to go ahead and say 'yes'," Sam answers.
Gabriel grins up at him in response, "Perfect."
Dean Winchester x Gabriel
Title: Priorities
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel, Sam Winchester, Castiel
Word Count: 399
The first time Castiel gives him a suspicious glare, eyes narrowed in annoyance and confusion and maybe a little embarrassment, Dean doesn’t think anything of it, really. Castiel doesn’t tell what Dean what’s bothering him, so Dean just writes it off as another one of those weird things that Castiel occasionally does.
That, and Dean’s body is still humming from the thrill of fucking Gabriel in the backseat of his Impala, his hands curled around and fingers digging into slim hips while Gabriel practically bounced on his cock, spilling obscenity and praises from his lips as his own hips snapped up sharply over and over again until they both collapsed back, sweaty and sated.
It actually takes a few occasions of bending Gabriel over and fucking him senseless or getting his brains sucked out through his dick for Dean to realize there’s a connection between Castiel’s sudden rigidness and Dean’s very much welcome, very much exhausting sex life at all.
And really, Dean wouldn’t even care, but Castiel won’t make eye contact anymore and that is distracting and aggravating. “Do you think he’s jealous?” Dean asks Sam after Castiel all but flees the room. Dean frowns, thinking about it. “Dude, you don’t think - “
Sam scoffs. He doesn’t glance up from his laptop, but he does stop typing and ducks his head to hide his grin. “That’s not it at all,” Sam says, and he’s trying hard not to laugh, and he’s pointedly not making eye contact with Dean either.
The lack of eye contact is really starting to piss Dean off. “So what the Hell is Cas’ problem?”
Sam coughs to cover his laughter, ducking his head even farther. “Well,” He starts, then stops, and suddenly the conversation isn’t so much funny as it is awkward. “You might want to talk to Gabriel about what he’s doing with his Grace…”
Dean narrows his eyes. “And what exactly is Gabriel supposedly doing to me with his Grace?”
“Think of it as an angelic money shot, clear as day for Cas to see,” Sam says. He pauses, then grins again, sniggering. “You’ve scarred the guy for life.”
Dean is going to Gabriel. Well, first, they’ll probably have awesome sex that will leave Dean sore and sated and happy for a few days, because he has priorities but some things will always come first. Then Dean is going to kill him.
Title: Next Time
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel
Word Count: 233
Gabriel is hot and tight and perfect around Dean. He arches his back, the head of his cock brushing against Dean’s stomach and smearing precum on his skin. Gabriel wraps his legs and arms around Dean and drags him back towards the bed, holding him close and in place.
Dean laughs, low and dark against Gabriel’s skin, but he doesn’t fight Gabriel away. He pushes back far enough to get his knees under him, grabbing Gabriel by the hips and pulling him until he’s half in Dean’s lap. He doesn’t stop the long, hard thrusting of his hips the entire time, digging his fingers into Gabriel’s hips until he starts to moan.
This is Gabriel though, and once he opens his mouth he’s basically incapable of shutting it again. The change in angle and position only takes a minute to catch up with Gabriel’s brain, and as soon as he’s used to it, his moans fade into profanities and bossy orders, his nails digging into Dean’s shoulders deeper as he nears completion.
“Next time I’m doing this to your goddamn mouth,” Dean mutters, dropping his head to Gabriel’s shoulder. His fingers are slipping over sweaty skin, and the harsh sounds of skin on skin and frantic breathing almost drown out Gabriel’s whimper. Smirking, Dean fumbles to find a better grip, and keeps thrusting.
Title: Ticklish
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For morganoconner
Word Count: 116
Dean drums his fingers along Gabriel's back, runs his thumbs under his shoulder blades.
Gabriel snorts, rolling his head to look at Dean. "Enjoying yourself?" he purrs.
The corner of Dean's lips quirk up into a smile. "Maybe."
Gabriel huffs out a soft laugh. "That tickles," he smiles.
You're ticklish?"
Gabriel narrows his eyes, says "don't even think about it, Winchester."
It's too late, Dean has already pinned Gabriel to the bed. He presses a kiss to Gabriel's spine before he starts teasing Gabriel's sides.
Gabriel twists and squirms, but makes no real effort to pull away, laughing happily.
Dean rests his forehead against Gabriel's shoulder, and grins. "Love you," he murmurs.
"Love you, too."
Title: Metaphors
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For pandionpandeus
Word Count: 199
"I like cold pizza," Dean comments idly, because the silence is stretching on and it makes him uncomfortable. He picks at the pepperoni, peeling it off to eat it.
He can feel Gabriel's exasperation as sure as he can feel Gabriel, curled into Dean's side like he belongs there. Maybe he does.
Dean still doesn't like the silence though.
"There is something to be said for cold pizza," Gabriel agrees.
"I mean, you could just throw it out and get a new one, but I like this pizza," Dean says. He stares at the slice on his paper plate so he doesn't have to look at Gabriel. "It's like, why waste a perfectly good pizza and get a new one?"
Gabriel stares at Dean, quirking an eyebrow. "Okay, your metaphor sucks," Gabriel says. "You can't even say you're drunk this time. Also, I'm affronted you compared me to take out pizza.” Gabriel pauses to sigh, smiling softly. “If you want me to stay, just ask."
"It wasn't a metaphor!" Dean snaps.
Gabriel huffs out a soft laugh. “Sure it wasn’t.”
"Fine, maybe it was. Would you stay?" Dean asks. “Just for tonight.”
Gabriel smiles warmly up at Dean. "Of course."
Title: Geoffrey
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For pandionpandeus
Word Count: 77
Dean blinks in confusion at the small salamander Gabriel hands over. “And what exactly am I supposed to do with this thing?”
Gabriel scowls. “His name is Geoffrey,” Gabriel says, running a finger down the ridge of the salamander’s back. “Call him by his name, you’ll hurt his feelings.
Dean wants to complain about Gabriel being ridiculous, but he bites his tongue. “Geoffrey?” he asks.
“Geoffrey,” Gabriel says, grinning.
Dean's confused, but he can roll with it.
Title: Tomorrow
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel
Prompt: For pandionpandeus
Word Count: 135
It’s always dark when Dean finds Gabriel.
They’ve given up on trying to talk and Dean doesn’t know what they’d say anyways. The kisses are slow now, deliberate, and there’s no hesitation in Gabriel leading Dean into the backseat of the Impala. All of it is safe, familiar.
When they’re sweaty and sated, Gabriel curled into Dean’s side, this is when it becomes complicated. “I keep thinking tomorrow I’ll ask you to stay,” Dean murmurs.
Gabriel glances at Dean, then at the dash of the Impala. He drums his fingers on Dean’s thighs, and they both wait for the minutes to click over. When the lights blink 0001, Gabriel looks at Dean expectantly “Well?” Gabriel asks, smirking.
Dean ducks his head to hide his smile. “Stay?” Dean asks softly.
Gabriel’s soft smile is answer enough.
Title: Libraries
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Dean Winchester x Gabriel, Sam Winchester
Prompt: For tigeristora
Word Count: 79
"You're one kinky sonova bitch," Gabriel grins, leaning back in the library chair.
Dean glares at him across the table and ignores Sam's confused and annoyed looks. "Stay out of my head, Gabriel, unless you're going to do something about it," Dean snaps back at him.
Gabriel looks contemplative. "Meet me by the dictionaries," ge says, before disappearing with a snap.
Dean grins as Sam scowls, before he pushes his chair back from the table. "I'll be right back."
Sam Winchester x Castiel
Title: Let it Rain
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester x Castiel
Prompt: For pandionpandeus
Word Count: 76
Sam finds Castiel standing outside in the rain.
"You're going to get wet," Castiel tells Sam, turning to him and frowning.
"You're soaked," Sam points out.
Castiel rolls his eyes, so very Dean-like.
Sam smiles. "You wanna go back inside, Cas?" Sam asks.
Castiel shakes his head, 'no'.
Sam huffs out a soft laugh before throwing an arm over Castiel's shoulder.
Castiel smiles softly, leaning into him.
They don’t go back inside for a long time.
SPN Gen
Title: Castiel
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Michael, Raphael
Prompt: For zekkass
Word Count: 64
"He's a pest," Raphael scowls.
Michael quirks an eyebrow.
"It's only a matter of time before he disobeys orders and I have to smite him."
"He reminds me of Gabriel, as such."
Raphael rolls his eyes. "Only you would consider that a good thing."
Michael smiles tiredly. "If it weren't for Castiel, what would you complain about then, brother?"
"I'd find something."
"Fair enough."
Title: Balloon
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Michael, Gabriel
Prompt: For zekkass
Word Count: 76
Michael watches Gabriel take a Sharpie to a bright red balloon, clenching it between his knees to hold it in place.
"What did you write?" Michael asks.
Gabriel shakes his head, before letting the balloon drift up and away.
The sun glints on the surface and Michael can just barely make out Lucifer's name.
"He'll get home, eventually," Gabriel says.
Michael just watches until the balloon fades into the sky, lost among the blue and white.
RPS
Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins
Title: A Thousand Paper Cranes
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins
Prompt: For sycophantastic, I’m pretty sure.
Word Count: 42
Jensen wakes up to an army of paper cranes spread across his bed and nightstand, and even more littering the floor. “Um, Misha?”
“One thousand and you get a wish,” Misha says. “I saw it on Heroes.”
“But you already have me.”
Title: Wake Up Call
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 184
Misha wakes up to Jensen kissing a trail up the back of his thigh. For a moment, he's confused, because Jensen is not a morning person. At all. But then Jensen pushes Misha's thighs apart so he can nip playfully at the soft skin and Misha forgets he should be weirded out.
"Love you," Jensen murmurs, kissing the bite. He pushes and pulls Misha's hip, urging him to roll over and rests his chin on Misha's thigh, smiling up at Misha, happy.
"So this is the Twilight Zone, right?" Misha asks.
Jensen snorts. He trails a hand up Misha's thigh and under the edge of his boxers. "Shut up and say you love me."
"Will you blow me if I say I love you?" Misha asks.
Jensen pretends to think about, teasing his cold fingers against Misha's skin "Maybe," Jensen smirks.
"Idiot," Misha scoffs. "I love you."
Jensen grins and crawls up Misha's body for a kiss and Misha would point out that Jensen had agreed to more carnal activities, but he's willing to wait until after the slow, lazy kisses to do so.
Title: Later
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins
Word Count: 41
"So what's the game plan for today?" Jensen asks, his fingers trailing across Misha's exposed back.
Misha huffs sleepily. "Nothing," Misha mumbles.
"Nothing?" Jensen asks. He brushes his lips against Misha's shoulder.
"Maybe sex," Misha says, yawning. “Later.”
"Okay," Jensen smiles.
Title: Magic Faerie Princess Barbie
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 775
It’s the stupid faerie princess Barbie. It’s pink and glittery and Jensen wouldn’t normally be caught dead in the little girls’ toy section, but he’d made a promise to his niece and he intends to keep it. Just as Jensen works up the courage to grab the stupid thing and shove it into the bottom of his cart, so he can pretend this whole incident never happened, someone beats him to the doll.
Which, fine, it’s just a Barbie. But it’s the stupid faerie princess Barbie that sparkles and lights up when you press the fake heart shaped jewel on her chest and he’d made a promise. It’s also the last one on the shelves.
“No!” Jensen says, lurching forward. His hand slams against the other person’s, and they manage to knock the Barbie down off the shelf and onto the floor.
“Dude, what’s your damage?”
Jensen has an apology on the tip of his tongue, but it dies when he sees the person standing next to him. Well, the just tight enough jeans and dark v-neck and too large hoodie, messy dark hair and big blue eyes. The fact it’s an actual person takes Jensen a moment to realize, because wow.
“I really need this Barbie,” Jensen says before he can stop himself. He ducks down to pick up the obscenely bright packaged doll at the same time the other guy does, and they narrowly miss banging their heads together.
“Well, I had it first,” comes the reply. He curls his fingers around the edge of the Barbie’s box, but Jensen stops him from picking it up. “Dude, if you have a doll fetish there’s a whole aisle still full of Barbies.”
“You don’t understand,” Jensen says, shaking his head. “I need this Barbie. I have a niece, she’s five and adorable, and I promised I’d buy her this Barbie because she was sick but then she got better. It’s all she’s been talking about for weeks. If I don’t get it for her, I’m an asshole of an Uncle and she’ll never talk to me again and my brother will bitch at me because he’ll have to listen to her crying her heart out and - “
“Dude, it’s just a Barbie.” Bemusement, Jensen thinks, but judging from the half smirk, Jensen thinks he might actually be being made fun of right now. “You’re not the only one with kids to please.”
“It’s the stupid magic faerie princess Barbie,” Jensen counters. “Man, please.”
The other guy seems to give in some consideration, though he doesn’t take his hand off of the Barbie and relinquish it just yet. The fingers of his other hand do move to toy with Jensen’s scarf though, settling it more securely around Jensen’s neck before dropping back to his thigh.
Which, Jensen may or may not make Jensen’s cheeks flush a little. He has to force himself to not look at the way the other guy’s fingers look against his thigh either, drumming a simple pattern against the worn denim.
“Please,” Jensen says again.
“Tell you what,” the other guy says, quirky half-smile on his face. “I’ll let you have your magic faerie princess Barbie if you buy me coffee.”
Jensen blinks. Glances down at the Barbie under his fingertips and then back up at the grinning face and too-blue eyes. It’s ridiculous and crazy, Jensen doesn’t even know this guy, but he finds himself smiling weakly in return. “I’m Jensen.”
“That’s pretty.” The other guy stands up and stretches idly, a slim line of his stomach showing as his shirt lifts and Jensen knows he’s probably screwed. This guy could knife him and steal his kidney right here in the middle of the aisle, and Jensen’s too preoccupied by the smooth, milky skin to even care. “I’m Misha.”
“Misha,” Jensen repeats. And Misha said Jensen was pretty, Jensen scoffs. He grabs the Barbie and stands up, checks over the packaging carefully before he drops it into his buggie. “So - “
“I’m in no rush,” Misha grins, tucking his hands in his pockets and rocking back on his heels. “Unless you’re scared someone is going to steal your Barbie when you’re not looking. If you want a rain check, I’m taking the Barbie back and running.”
For some reason, Jensen doesn’t doubt Misha would. “No, no, that’s cool.” He looks into his cart and figures he can always finish his shopping later. “Maybe I just want an excuse for your number.”
“We’ll see,” Misha says, smiling coyly. “If you play your cards right.”
Jensen gets the feeling if he plays his cards right he’ll be getting more than Misha’s number.
Title: Say It (Can’t Say It)
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 661
Jensen’s thought the words before, mouthed them against the skin between Misha’s shoulder blades when he’s sure Misha is out cold, but he’s never said them aloud. He doesn’t know if Misha feels even remotely the same, and on the off chance he does, Jensen’s convinced this will be one of those things Misha holds over Jensen’s head for the rest of their lives.
So Jensen bites his tongue when he feels the words starting to slip free, digs his fingernails into his palms to keep them back. It’s always at the most inopportune moments, too.
In between scenes when Misha is telling Jensen and Jared a crazy story that’s more than likely made up as he tells it and Jensen can’t help but think you’re an idiot, but I love you.
When they’re tangled together in the sheets, and Misha is teasing his fingers across Jensen’s skin and whispering, because talking seems too much for these intimate moments, but Misha needs to be saying something and just kissing him won’t shut him up.
The times where Misha wakes up first just to steal all the hot water in the shower, leaving Jensen irritable and cold and wondering why he loves Misha in the first place, until Misha offers him breakfast and a smile that makes Jensen’s stomach do flip-flops.
As he’s pushing himself deeper into Misha with slow, measured thrusts, Misha’s legs wrapped around his hips and dragging him closer, urging him deeper, soft moans and groans escaping both of them and Jensen has to bite down on Misha’s shoulders to keep the words from escaping.
The first thing in the morning when Jensen doesn’t want to get out of bed, because the sheets and blankets are so much warmer than the cold Vancouver air, and Jensen’s always more comfortable with Misha curled into his side, anyways.
Jensen bites back the words, always bites them back, because he doesn’t know what Misha wants and expects from him and he doesn’t know where they’re going. The only thing Jensen does know is that he doesn’t want to lose Misha. It’s why they’re curled together in the bathtub, Jensen humoring Misha as Misha leans back against Jensen’s chest, playing with the bubbles and humming contentedly in the hot water.
There’s a rubber ducky floating between Misha’s knees, and Misha occasionally toys with it, making it squeak or watching it drift lazily through the soap. It’s insanely perfect, and Jensen ducks his head to kiss Misha’s shoulder, mouthing at the wet skin, simply because he can.
“No sex,” Misha hums distractedly. He wiggles against Jensen, which doesn’t help with keeping Jensen’s mind from going towards sex at all, before lifting his feet to watch his toes wiggle. “’m too sleepy.”
Jensen smiles, huffs out a soft laugh. “This is what you get for drinking wine before a hot bath, Misha. You’re lucky I love you,” he decides, wrapping his arms more fully around Misha’s middle, fingers tracing soft circles on Misha’s stomach.
Misha snorts, and Jensen doesn’t realize what he’s admitted until Misha is craning his neck to brush his lips against Jensen’s, a crooked smile on his face. “Pffft,” Misha huffs. “More like you’re lucky I love you.”
And it’s nowhere near as bad as Jensen thought it would be, though the rush of warmth from Misha’s own words is far more than Jensen had expected. “Maybe,” Jensen says, because if he doesn’t he won’t say anything, and Misha’s answering smile is too beautiful to miss. “Are you sure about the no sex thing? Cause I can…” he lets his words trail off as he slides a hand down Misha’s stomach, fingers stopping just below Misha’s navel.
There is another moment of squirming before Misha rests his hand over Jensen’s, but he doesn’t push it down or away, just holds it there, their fingers curling together instinctively, perfectly. “Maybe later,” Misha mutters. “If you say you love me again.”
And Jensen does.
Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Matt Cohen
Title: Popsicles
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Matt Cohen
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 78
"Dude, it’s like 7° out, you are not seriously eating a popsicle," Jensen says, frowning.
Matt pauses in sucking on a cherry popsicle to shrug. "Misha bought them," Matt says.
Jensen watches in a mixture of annoyance and something heavier as Matt wraps his lips around the popsicle again, sucking it into his mouth enthusiastically, and with a wet slurp. "I hate you so much," Jensen decides.
"Not Misha?" Matt asks innocently.
"Mostly Misha," Jensen concedes.
Matt grins
Title: Birthday
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Matt Cohen, Jared x Genevieve
Prompt: For sycophantastic
Word Count: 540
“So, what do you want for your birthday?” It’s a dangerous question to ask Misha, but he stops painting Matt’s toes - Misha had made that pouting face, Matt didn’t even want to ask - long enough to look vaguely contemplative.
Before he can answer though, Jensen and Jared stumble in from set, grinning and laughing.
Misha's eyes light up, and he grins up at Matt.
Matt narrows his eyes in suspicion.
"Why is Misha painting your toes?" Jensen asks, quirking an eyebrow.
Jared looks confused, then grins. "What color?" he asks.
Misha grins, and holds up a sparkly pink bottle to show them.
Jensen and Jared look at Matt, and he shrugs. "Dude, it’s Misha. Don’t you ever get tired of asking why?”
“Point,” Jensen concedes, nodding. He makes his way over to the couch, plopping down next to Matt lazily. “So, what are you two doing?”
“Making birthday plans,” Misha replies. He grabs Matt’s ankle again before he starts back on painting them glittery pink. He grins up at Jensen and asks, “want me to paint yours, too?”
Jensen scoffs. “I’ll pass. Jared would probably go for it, though.”
“Not really my color,” Jared replies, shaking his head and grinning. “What kind of plans?”
“I’m going to fuck Jensen,” Misha replies casually.
“What about me?” Jensen asks, choking.
“What about me?” Matt frowns.
Jared looks between the two of them, before adding, “what about me?”
“You,” Misha says, pausing to point at Jared, “are not invited. Gen would kill me.”
To that, Jared nods. “More than likely.”
“You,” Misha says to Matt, “are always invited.” He winks, and leans forward to brush his lips against Matt’s knee. “You’re stuck with me.”
“And me?” Jensen asks, watching Misha suspiciously.
“It’s my birthday,” Misha says simply.
“So?” Jensen continues.
“You know you want to,” Misha grins, practically purring.
Jensen shoots a wary glance over at Matt.
Matt shrugs. “I’m not opposed to the idea.”
Jensen slumps in his seat. “This is the most awkward conversation ever.”
“I think you mean awesome,” Jared says. “You’re getting birthday sex from Misha. He’s bendy. And Matt takes orders well.”
“Hey…” Matt frowns.
“I can’t believe I’m having this conversation,” Jensen says. He keeps glancing between Matt and Misha and Jared, but they’re all looking at him expectantly. “I - I think I left my stove on.” He pushes himself off the couch and flees.
When he’s almost at the door, Misha grins and asks, “you don’t want to know when you’re coming over?”
“I’m not coming over!” Jensen slams the door behind him.
“He’s coming over,” Jared says, nodding.
“Of course he’s coming over,” Misha snorts, rolling his eyes. “Like there was every any serious consideration that needed to go on.”
Jared makes a vaguely affirmative sound before taking Jensen’s spot on the couch, slinging an arm over Matt’s shoulders. “Is pink the only color you have, or did you feel like torturing Matt?”
“I have red, too,” Misha says. “Want me to do yours? I won’t even tell Jensen later.”
“Uh, I’ll pass,” Jared says. “So, Jensen?”
“Jensen,” Misha agrees.
“Like there was ever a doubt,” Jared says, and Misha grins up at him.
Matt’s mostly just wondering what the Hell he’d gotten himself into.
Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Jared Padalecki
Title: Ménage a trois
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jensen Ackles x Misha Collins x Jared Padalecki
Word Count: 274
Misha and Jared are coconspirators.
Jensen's almost convinced their soul purpose in life is to embarrass him.
Other times though, Jensen wishes they'd conspire together more often, because having Misha stretched across the top of him, lips tight around Jensen's cock as he sucks greedily, mouth hot and wet and perfect, his own cock rocking into Jensen's mouth at a spazzing pace at the same time Jared's tongue traces Jensen's rim before pressing in, large fingers slipping into his spit-slicked hole to find Jensen's prostate -- Jensen is going to die from this. There's really no other possible outcome.
And if he's entirely honest with himself, Jensen really doesn't care.
Misha and Jared are both pinning Jensen's hips to the bed, holding him where they want him.
This close to the edge of the bed, Jensen can't get his feet under him. He can't beg around Misha's cock in his mouth, can't warn he's so close.
Misha knows though, because Misha always knows.
There's nothing for Jensen to do but whine, digging his nails into the back of Misha's thighs as he keeps sucking.
For once, Misha doesn't tease, doesn't stop altogether. Misha pulls off until just the head is in his mouth, jacking furiously, his hand gliding over Jensen's wet cock, and then starts to hum.
Jensen nearly chokes when he comes, his hips managing to snap up despite the hands pinning him down.
He can feel Jared chuckle, his fingers still stroking inside him as he pets Jensen's thigh slowly, kissing the soft skin gently.
"Good boy," Misha grins, licking at the head of Jensen's cock.
Jensen can only whimper in response.
Jensen Ackles x Jared Padalecki
Title: Ravioli
Character(s)/Pairing(s): J2, which I don’t even ship.
Prompt: For tigeristora
Word Count: 80
"I want raviolis," Jared says, staring at the wall of cans.
"Whenever you make raviolis, they always explode in the microwave," Jensen frowns.
"But I want them," Jared says.
"And you can't have them," Jensen replies.
Jared reaches to grab a can anyways and Jensen glares at him.
"Please?"
"No."
"I won't cook them in the microwave."
"You'll eat them raw?"
"Yes?"
"No."
Jared pouts.
Jensen lets out a put-upon sigh. "Fine, get your stupid raviolis."
Jared just grins triumphantly.
Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Title: Carnival
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Jared Padalecki x Misha Collins
Prompt: For tiptoe39
Word Count: 101
"I want you to win me that," Misha says, pointing at a large, shiny bumblebee plush.
Jared glances between Misha and the carnival stand. "You want me to play a game designed to steal my money so you can have a stuffed animal made by child labor?" Jared asks.
Misha looks at him. "You're the one who wanted to go on a stupid 1950s date. Now win me that bee or I won't put out," Misha says.
Jared looks at the bee again, then flashes Misha a lopsided grin. "Okay," he says, "but only because you have to put out now."