"Tuck Those Ribbons Under Your Helmet Chp 10-12," NC-17, Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Winsister/Castiel, Winsister/Ruby, Winsister/Dean, Winsister/Sam, Winsister/Adam (in a dream), Sam/Castiel/Dean
Dates: Written September 2010
Word Count: 35,896
Summary: Winsister AU. The hunting life isn't easy on anyone. For Kerry Winchester, it may be too much. The worst, though, was being in love with a multi-dimensional wavelength that may not ever love her back.
Warnings: Spoilers for most of season 4 and the first few episodes of season 5. Incest, Het, Femmeslash, and Slash. Sex venom (similar to sex pollen), dub-con, brief non-con, fisting, sex toys, vanilla bondage, use of the Bible in a way that some would probably consider blasphemy, simulated scarfing, and mention of underage Wincest. This is not the "nice" Ruby from season 4, but Ruby with her season 3 personality, and then some. She is very much a demon. In fact, I imagine the Ruby in this story looking like Katie Cassidy all the way through.
Beta Thanks: Thanks as always to Sammie for the wonderful beta!
Author's Notes: Title comes from the Tori Amos song "Mother." Abridged version of a longer story (which I'll eventually write out to the end).
Chapter 10: Merciful Bliss
Word Count this Chapter: 2,055
The brothers stared at Castiel, wondering if he meant what they thought he meant. "What about us?" Dean dared to ask.
"You've both been infected with the venom. But, you know that." He stood and removed his tie and then the shirt, standing before them naked. "I must do the same for you."
"What exactly did you do?" asked Sam.
"I multiplied her orgasm by one hundred. It burned out the venom."
"One... hundred, wow." Dean licked his lips, running a hand over his cheek. "I'd like to feel a thing like that."
"I don't think it will take something quite as dramatic for the smaller amount that you two have in your systems, but I'm sure you will find it pleasurable," Castiel assured them.
Sam shivered all over at the way the word "pleasurable" sounded coming from Castiel's mouth.
"There's really nothing else I can do in this situation. The venom must be burned from your bodies."
"You don't have some sort of... problem with this?" Dean questioned. "I mean, we're all men."
Frowning, Sam turned and punched him in the arm. "Why'd you have to bring that up?"
"It's alright, Sam." Castiel addressed Dean. "You have forgotten the lesson you taught me. I am not this vessel. I am an angel. I identify as male, but in line with human definitions of what makes a person male, I don't quite fit. Jimmy is not the only member of his family whom I could use as a vessel. It is a bloodline, and I could just as easily inhabit a female relative as a male relative.
"What I'm trying to tell you is, the sin of myself having sex with you is no different than the sin I just committed with your sister. It is only an angel-human coupling in the eyes of the universe."
"But what about Jimmy?" Sam asked.
It was Dean's turn to punch Sam in the arm. "Who's bringing up the cockblocking shit now?"
"Stop hitting each other!" Castiel suddenly cried, looking from one man to the other. He sighed and continued. "I have access to Jimmy's mind, and I know from my knowledge of his life that he has a homosexual brother. He loves his brother, and he's made peace with the idea of two men being in love and how it is forbidden in the Bible. That is between each person and God. Having a gay brother has given him a unique perspective on the issue that many people do not have, and through that, he would only look at this as adultery, if we had not had our previous discussion."
"But... what if it weirds me all out, the idea of having sex with you in a guy's body?" Dean said. He fidgeted nervously; it was obvious that he wanted to give in, but a shred of his normal sexual appetites held him back.
"You can't help it, Dean. The venom is irresistible," Castiel pointed out. When Dean still looked uncomfortable, he added, "I won't hold it against you."
For some reason, that cryptic little comment seemed to satisfy him and Dean smiled in relief. "Oh," he said. "So, how come you didn't blow out the windows this time?"
"I didn't climax," Castiel replied.
"Damn, that kind of control must be nice. Wish I had it," Dean said, again, fidgeting awkwardly.
They were all silent for a moment. "Should we get started?" Castiel asked.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You can't just say it like that, 'Should we get started?' That's so awkward. You gotta be smooth, like - "
Sam blurted, "Well if you're not going to," and rushed at Castiel, taking him by the chin and kissing him hard on the lips.
"Hey, save some for me!" Dean cried.
They put Castiel in between them, and it became a sea of hands and lips as both Dean and Sam caressed the angel all over, stroking his cock, fondling his ass, rubbing his chest and shoulders, and kissing his lips and neck, more because they wanted to, not because they felt he really needed any help to get in the mood. Sam, eventually winding up behind Castiel, dropped a few kisses on his shoulder, working his way up his neck to his ear, and kissed there, sucking on his earlobe. Dean took Castiel by the behind and pulled him up against him, stroking their cocks together and moaning needily. They kissed all the way down to the bed, Castiel on top of Dean and Sam right behind them.
"Cas... is it... is it okay if I..." Panting, Sam rubbed his cock in the split of Castiel's ass.
Between kisses, Castiel answered, "Please do."
"Do I need to... should I get something...?"
"No need," the angel assured.
Sam kept forgetting this was no ordinary sexual encounter. Longingly, he rubbed Castiel's behind for a bit longer, lingering over how good he knew it was going to feel.
In the meantime, Castiel and Dean kissed, long, dirty kisses, their hands joined around their cocks as they stroked together. Although he had no intention of actually fucking Dean - the memory would be too traumatic, too intimate for Dean's sometimes fragile masculinity - Castiel did spread Dean's legs, laying between them to allow him better access, so they could stroke against each other fully. Dean threw his head back and moaned.
Sam watched Castiel as he began that thrusting motion, rocking against Dean's crotch, and it made him want to fuck too. "You'll cum this time, won't you, Cas?" he asked, putting his thumbs on the edges of that tight ring of muscle and parting it, holding it open. "We want to see you cum."
"Yeah," Dean breathed. "Show us what it looks like when you have an orgasm."
"So curious," Castiel said to himself, sounding far more wolfish than ever before. "Alright. But you'll have to explain the windows."
Sam pushed his cock into that tight hole, just the head of it, and sucked in his breath. "We'll explain the windows," he forced out, and then slid himself further in. "Ahh, you're tight."
Castiel spread his legs a bit in order to allow Sam full access. Dean's legs came up and wrapped around Castiel's hips, his calves touching the backs of Sam's thighs. In order to slide himself all the way in, Sam had to take hold of Castiel's sides to brace himself, and soon he could feel his balls touching Castiel's warm behind. Both men sighed in ecstasy. When Sam pulled back and slid himself in again, he growled out an, "Oh!" not moving for a few seconds just so he could feel the tightness of the muscles flexing around his cock.
"Fuck 'im, Sammy," Dean moaned. "I wanna get off watching you do it."
The two brothers watched each other's faces as they all got a simultaneous rhythm going, Castiel acting as the cog between them. If it hurt Castiel, he didn't show it, and again, Sam had to remind himself that it wasn't like having sex with a normal person. They all moaned and touched and bucked their hips until the motion grew fast and frantic.
"Oh, Castiel!" Sam cried. He could feel his climax approaching, and grabbed Castiel's hips, pulling him into his every thrust.
"Uhh, Cas! Cas!" Dean moaned, helpless to do anything but ride this out.
He gasped when Castiel grunted, and the angel's eyes began to glow with a white, ethereal light. Castiel waved a hand above their heads; their eyes instantly went to it, and he whispered that same Enochian phrase.
*****
The Winchesters had stewed long enough. With a mischievous smile on her face, Ruby wondered what condition Kerry would be in when she entered the bedroom with the fucking machine in her bag. The brothers had probably had no choice but to fuck her. What delicious angst that must be causing! Ruby couldn't wait to see their faces.
When she popped herself into Bobby's house, she found the living room empty. But someone was moaning, crying out, from the bedroom. It sounded like Sam... and Dean. Oh boy, it was even juicier than Ruby could have hoped for! A Winchester threesome! The only thing that could be better than that would be using the fucking machine on all three of them.
Ruby opened the door to the guest bedroom. "I'm back, and I brought the - " The first thing she saw as she began to speak was Kerry, out like a light in her bed, a huge grin on her face. Then she turned her head to the left and gawked in disbelief. "Oh SNAP."
Sam was fucking the angel! His head was thrown back, the most deliciously needy look of passion on his face. And there was Dean, under Castiel, getting off too! Even in the wildest, dirtiest scenarios she could have conjured up, Ruby never would have thought she'd ever find them like that! She stood there with her mouth hanging open, struck dumb, until she realized what was about to happen.
Blobs of light were forming on Castiel's back. His wings were again shifting from another dimension to manifest in theirs. The angel had veiled the boys' eyes so they wouldn't be blown out by this small glimpse of his true form, but if Ruby looked at him... "HELL no," she exclaimed, and scurried back out the door.
"Huh?" Sam turned his head and caught a glimpse of her closing the door. Then the world turned white before his eyes.
Ruby covered her ears and dove for the floor as the light exploded from under the door. A wave of energy passed over her, temporarily scrambling everything in her head, hurting her, oh such agony, how it clawed deep into the demon part of her being. She was dimly aware of the sound of exploding glass and exploding Winchesters as Dean and Sam came and came and came, crying out in endless ecstasy. Ruby tried to concentrate on that sound; it was better than the angelic voice that also sang in passion - that voice was like a knife scraping off bits of her flesh, cutting, cutting, cutting. She convulsed on the floor of the hall, her ears bleeding.
Sam could not see, could only feel soft feathers brushing, caressing his face as he climaxed, and there seemed to be no end to it; it just went on and on in merciful bliss. Dean experienced the same thing. He felt strong hands moving him up the bed, saw Castiel's blue eyes multiplied threefold, swimming before his face. Another body, Sam's body, was laid next to his, and then a delicate hand stroked both their cheeks before a kiss was planted on each forehead.
When the light calmed back, Castiel was looming over the bed on his wings, arms spread out. It was one of the most beautiful sights either man had ever seen. The wings faded and Castiel drifted to the bed, a hand on each of their chests. They could hardly move from exhaustion, but it was a good, relaxing sensation.
Dean realized his chest was streaked with cum. Before he could do anything about it, Castiel began to lick it off until his chest was clean. Dean watched as he then did the same for Sam, whose cock was sticky with it. Sam moaned helplessly at the way it felt, and Dean thought he could probably get hard again just watching that, but neither man got hard; they were spent for the evening. Castiel ended things off right by giving Sam, then Dean, a long, deep kiss on the mouth.
"Feels... like floating..." Dean mumbled.
"It's nice," Sam added as Castiel covered their nude bodies with the blankets.
"Sleep now," the angel said. They did, almost immediately.
Castiel put his trench coat on over his naked body and tied the belt to keep it closed. He opened the door to find Ruby shaking on the floor. "Now, don't you wish you'd come back a little sooner... or a little later?" he asked, and simply moved her legs so they wouldn't block the door.
Going back in the room, Castiel took a seat on the lounging chair and sat back to rest. He watched over his charges in silence for the rest of the night.
*****
Chapter 11: Intervention
Word Count this Chapter: 1,553
Rested, dressed, and fed, Dean shook his head at the shattered window before him, then walked to the next one, which was also broken. "How are we ever going to explain this to Bobby?" he wondered.
Sam was sweeping up some of the glass. "What I want to know is, how did Cas manage to break every window in the house, even the ones on the second floor?"
Castiel brought a bowl of soup to Ruby, who was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, part of it even covering her head like a cloak. She looked as pale and shaky as a person with a particularly bad cold. "Here you go."
Ruby took the soup and scowled at him. "Get away from me," she snapped.
"My, aren't we grumpy," he said, a little smile tickling at the corners of his mouth.
As Dean did in most cases where he felt awkward and at a loss for words, he treated this situation with humor, approaching Castiel and saying, "Heavens, Cas, look what you did to these windows. I had no idea you were such a stud." He began to gyrate his hips toward the angel, a hand on the back of his head. "I'm just a love machine, and I won't work for nobody but you, yeah baby, a hugging, kissing fiend..." Dean sang. When Castiel furrowed his brow and moved away a bit, Dean followed, still dancing lewdly in front of him. "Hey, you're finally learning about personal space," he remarked, noticing that it made Castiel uncomfortable.
"Yes, I guess I am." He was grateful when Dean finally stopped.
As Kerry got the worst of it, she was the last one to wander into the living room, still looking pretty worn out. She glanced sheepishly at her brothers and then Castiel, and sat down in a chair.
They could all tell Kerry had no idea what to say. Before Dean could take the chance to start in on her, Sam cut in. "Hey Kerr, how are you feeling?"
"Okay," she said, and then mumbled, "Physically."
Sam didn't really want this to turn into an intervention, but knew it was inevitable, and as he really had nothing else to say, he just fell silent and waited with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Dean's face had turned to stone, angry and cold. He crossed his arms and leaned against Bobby's desk. "Kerry."
"Yeah?"
Taking a deep breath, Dean let it out slowly. "Tell me again what you did."
She knew he was angry, and knew it wouldn't help to pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about. "I drank a vial of incubus cum from Dad's storage locker."
There was a long pause as Dean tried to take all that in for a second time. "I want you to tell me why."
Kerry shrank away from the utter disbelief in his voice; she pulled her legs up under her in the chair. "I was hurting over Adam's death and I didn't want to think about it anymore. Nothing I did could make me feel any better or any less guilty about it. It just hurt too much." Her eyes darted to Castiel for a moment, then back down at the floor. "I'm not saying that Cas was at all at fault, but... he wouldn't comfort me. Not in the way I wanted him to."
Tilting his head, Castiel looked at her, frowning slightly.
"When I saw the vial, I thought maybe it would make me feel better, that it would get me high. That I'd feel good and Cas might find me sexy again."
Now Castiel's expression became full of sympathy and a bit of sorrow for her.
Kerry finished, "So I just took it and I drank it." She looked up at Dean. "If I'd had any idea what would happen, that the reaction would be so strong..."
"How could you do something so stupid, Kerry?!" Dean yelled. Sam jumped a little at the sudden outburst. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"Yeah, now," he said, and began to pace the room while he ranted at her. "Do you have any idea what you've done? We all have to keep working together and now things are going to be awkward. How do you expect us to just get past this?"
"I didn't know what would happen!" Kerry cried. Tears came to her eyes. "I didn't want to hurt anybody, I just needed the pain to stop! I just hoped it would make Castiel want me again." Pulling her knees up to her chest, she put her forehead down on them and began to weep. "Do you think I wanted to have sex with my own brothers?! Do you think I wanted it to go that far?"
"Of course not, but..." Her tears almost moved him to stop, but Dean shook it off; he had to be tough on her. "Kerry, this isn't the first time you've done something like this. What do we have to say to get you to understand that it has to stop? You have to stop!"
"Dean, this is a hard life. Traveling the country, hunting evil... the constant injuries, seeing people die... day in and day out, people die, Dean. Right in front of us! How am I supposed to deal with that?"
At a loss for what to suggest, Dean gave it some thought. "I don't know. There has to be a better way than drinking everything in Dad's storage lockers."
"Great, so I should have too much beer every day like you do?"
Dean was instantly angry again. "Don't even try that shit, Kerry. There's a big difference between having a few beers and ingesting demonic spooge so you wind up fucking everybody in the house!"
Cringing, Sam said, "Dean, come on..." He wondered if Dean's reaction would be just as strong when he found out about the demon blood.
Kerry hid her face against her knees again, sobbing. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"You bet your ass you shouldn't have said that. Me drinking alcohol doesn't even come close to what you did."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
Dean wasn't finished yet. "What do we have to do, Kerry? What do we have to do to make you understand how much it hurts us when you hurt yourself? Huh?" He walked up to her and took her arm, trying to get her to look at him. "Tell me, what is it going to take?!"
Kerry shook off his hand. "I don't know. I don't know, okay? If I knew, then I wouldn't have done it in the first place."
"What you did was insane, Kerry."
She collapsed into heavy sobs. "I know. I know it was crazy." Looking up at him, Kerry promised, "I'll never do anything like that again. I'm sorry, Dean. I just thought it would be a way for Castiel and I to have a little fun."
Glancing from one anguished face to another, Dean replied, "Doesn't look like anybody had any fun, Kerr."
Ruby had been listening, slurping up big spoonfuls of chicken noodle soup. She said, "I had fun," and snorted.
Everyone stared at her in disbelief. A beat of silence and Kerry was on top of her, angrily punching Ruby in the face.
Sam, astonished, started to go to them, but Dean put an arm out to stop him. The sound of Ruby grunting and Kerry screaming in fury with every blow was music to his ears. "Let her work it out," he said, and smiled.
Later that day, the adrenaline of beating Ruby in the face had worn off and Kerry was left with her guilt over what had happened. She curled up on the bed, a blank stare on her face. The knuckles of her punching hand had swollen to the point that Kerry needed an ice pack to soothe the ache in them. No matter how much she beat the snarky demon, the horrible things Ruby had said had been true. Kerry did want to have sex with her own brothers, and even though it had been the fault of the incubus venom, that didn't change that it was the truth. She started to cry again.
Dean came into the room, instantly feeling bad for her and going to his sister's side. "Come on, Kerr. You don't have to keep crying about it. We'll get past this. Castiel seems to have already shaken it off, even when I sang 'Love Gun' in his face."
She tried to laugh, but just couldn't stop sobbing. "I'm sorry, I just can't help but think that I've damaged our relationship for good."
"Kerry... I'm still pretty mad at you, but we'll always be buddies, okay?" Dean tried to get her to look at him, to catch her eye with a funny face. "You're still my best girl."
"Then, you... you haven't stopped loving me?" she wept.
His face fell, and this time, he made sure she looked up into his eyes. "Kerry, nothing could ever make me stop loving you. You're my little sis. Okay?" Dean put his arms around her. "You're my Kerr-Bear."
She hugged him back, sobbing on his shoulder. "I love you too, Dean."
*****
Chapter 12: Sacrifices
Word Count this Chapter: 1,296
It was two weeks later that they found out about Sam and the demon blood.
Suddenly, everything made sense about how Sam had acted toward Kerry during her own bout with the effects of demonic fluids on the human body. No wonder he had been so caring and understanding. Kerry stayed with him the entire time he was in Bobby's panic room, detoxing from what the repeated exposure had done to his body. Even when Dean tried to get her to come out, saying that she was coddling him, that Sam needed tough love, Kerry stayed in, mopping the sweat from Sam's face and simply cradling him while he screamed, out of his mind. Sam had not left her when she was in the same condition - she would not leave him.
She only wished she could have been the one to sink the knife in Ruby's gut, but Dean got that privilege.
And then there had been the Apocalypse to deal with, the slow-moving, but devastating Apocalypse. Wherever it struck, it struck hard, wiping out entire towns, showering down rains of fire and laying waste to any hunters who tried to stand in the way. And there had been shocking revelations. Dean, the vessel of an archangel? The most powerful archangel, Michael? Kerry could hardly believe it. Someone she had watched grow up, who was proud of being able to burp his entire name, the vessel of a powerful angelic being?
Then there had been the estrangement between Sam and Dean. There was no way she could go with Sam, she knew that; he needed his time alone. And of course, they had reunited - there was no way of separating them forever, Kerry knew that, she knew it all along no matter how stubborn Dean had been about it. But the things they now knew... they were devastating.
Sam, the vessel of Lucifer. That was even harder to believe than what they knew about Dean. Kerry couldn't even wrap her mind around the fact that destiny wanted her two brothers to accept the warring angels into their bodies and fight to the death. It was insane. How was she supposed to accept that?
They decided to take a little vacation afterward. Out to Big Sur, to look at the stars and listen to the waves crash against the cliffs. Nothing could touch them out here.
Her brothers were sitting on the hood of the Impala, drinking beer and looking up at the stars, just as they'd planned. Trying to find the various constellations Sam was pointing out.
"That doesn't look like a bear," Dean said.
"You have to use your imagination."
"Is that its paw, right there?"
"Yeah, that's a paw. And there's the head, see?" Sam pointed with the bottle in his fingers.
"Ohhh." Squinting, Dean remarked, "Where's its butt?"
Kerry walked off into a nearby group of tall trees, several yards from the car. She leaned against one, just listening, eyes closed. Even without seeing him, she knew Castiel was there from the rustle of his trench coat. "Can you believe it's true, Cas? My brothers, the vessels of archangels?"
He leaned against the tree across from the one she had chosen. "I should have seen it. I should have known."
"Oh, Cas... how could you have known? And what difference would it have made anyway?"
"I don't know. It's just... this is so serious, Kerry. I'm supposed to be a guardian." Castiel looked up at the night sky. "God commands that Dean be rescued from Hell and it doesn't occur to me for even one second that there might be something special about him besides the fact that he's supposed to stop the Apocalypse. I didn't consider how." He sighed, looking down. "Not for one second."
"Castiel, it's not important now. We know and that's all that matters." They listened to the crickets chirp, the surf crash, Sam and Dean arguing over which three stars made Orion's belt. Kerry shook her head. "Cas, how is it possible?" She paused so long that Castiel started to ask what she meant. "How can Sam be Lucifer's vessel?"
It was not a question to which Castiel had an answer. "I've thought about that myself, a good, long time."
"Castiel, he's my little brother. I've known him all his life. Sam's so good and sweet and cares more about people than anyone I know, sometimes so much that he weeps for complete strangers. One time, we found a dead raccoon by the side of the road. A truck had hit it. Sammy named it Bandit and cried for two days. Cas, when we get Mexican food, he farts in the car for hours afterward and gets completely embarrassed about it. I know he's a big guy and sometimes when he gets mad, he can look pretty menacing, but..." Kerry glanced back at her brother, sitting on the hood of the car. "...look at those puppy dog eyes. He's my little Sammy. How can it be him?"
"Well... from what I've been told, vessels are not chosen by their nature, Kerry, but by their bloodline," Castiel tried to explain. "From there, the angels consider their strength, and for some, their vulnerability. Ruby was testing your brother on Lucifer's behalf. Sam proved to have just the right mixture of strength and tolerance to accept Lucifer into his body. That and he was too trusting. Ruby knew what she was doing."
"Yeah, the bitch-whore." The chirping crickets, the crash of the surf... Kerry nibbled at her thumbnail. "Cas, if it's a bloodline... and my brothers are the two warring archangels..." She looked up at him. "...then what am I? Cas, what's my part in this?"
It was clear that it was something Castiel had not given much thought to, not yet. He was quiet for a long, seemingly endless time. "Kerry... I don't know," he finally said. "I wish I had such answers for you, but I just don't know."
"I was afraid you'd say that."
"There is one thing I do know." Approaching her, Castiel took her by the arms. "We're going to save the world without Sam or Dean making that sacrifice. So whatever purpose you're supposed to serve, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, Kerry. None of you are going to be sacrificed."
There was such determination in his eyes, Kerry almost believed they could get through this exactly as he said, all in tact, no one left behind. "Right. I know you're right, Castiel." She hugged his neck.
When she wouldn't let go, Castiel gently pulled her away. "Yes. I'm right."
Kerry, clearing her throat, resisted the urge to kiss him. She realized that there were worse things than taking stupid chances with your life and screwing everything up, getting your brothers mad at you and catching grief from them just for a chance to get high. There was being in love with a person... no, a heavenly being... who could probably never love you back.
"Castiel..." Kerry forced a smile. "...did you know that the stars make images in the sky?"
He canted his head at her. "Don't they call those constellations?"
"Yeah. Want Sammy to show us some?"
Castiel smiled. "I'd be delighted."
"Delighted? That's a new one. I'm not sure I've ever heard you use that word."
"I often try to increase my Earthly vocabulary so I don't stick out quite so much," explained Castiel.
Kerry just looked at him a moment. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think you're always going to stick out, Castiel."
The angel frowned.
Kerry quickly added, "Just a little."
They walked arm in arm back to the Impala, back to Sam and Dean, the four of them walking together into their uncertain future.
(c) 2010 Demented Stuff/The Pleasure of the People
Pairings: Winsister/Castiel, Winsister/Ruby, Winsister/Dean, Winsister/Sam, Winsister/Adam (in a dream), Sam/Castiel/Dean
Dates: Written September 2010
Word Count: 35,896
Summary: Winsister AU. The hunting life isn't easy on anyone. For Kerry Winchester, it may be too much. The worst, though, was being in love with a multi-dimensional wavelength that may not ever love her back.
Warnings: Spoilers for most of season 4 and the first few episodes of season 5. Incest, Het, Femmeslash, and Slash. Sex venom (similar to sex pollen), dub-con, brief non-con, fisting, sex toys, vanilla bondage, use of the Bible in a way that some would probably consider blasphemy, simulated scarfing, and mention of underage Wincest. This is not the "nice" Ruby from season 4, but Ruby with her season 3 personality, and then some. She is very much a demon. In fact, I imagine the Ruby in this story looking like Katie Cassidy all the way through.
Beta Thanks: Thanks as always to Sammie for the wonderful beta!
Author's Notes: Title comes from the Tori Amos song "Mother." Abridged version of a longer story (which I'll eventually write out to the end).
Chapter 10: Merciful Bliss
Word Count this Chapter: 2,055
The brothers stared at Castiel, wondering if he meant what they thought he meant. "What about us?" Dean dared to ask.
"You've both been infected with the venom. But, you know that." He stood and removed his tie and then the shirt, standing before them naked. "I must do the same for you."
"What exactly did you do?" asked Sam.
"I multiplied her orgasm by one hundred. It burned out the venom."
"One... hundred, wow." Dean licked his lips, running a hand over his cheek. "I'd like to feel a thing like that."
"I don't think it will take something quite as dramatic for the smaller amount that you two have in your systems, but I'm sure you will find it pleasurable," Castiel assured them.
Sam shivered all over at the way the word "pleasurable" sounded coming from Castiel's mouth.
"There's really nothing else I can do in this situation. The venom must be burned from your bodies."
"You don't have some sort of... problem with this?" Dean questioned. "I mean, we're all men."
Frowning, Sam turned and punched him in the arm. "Why'd you have to bring that up?"
"It's alright, Sam." Castiel addressed Dean. "You have forgotten the lesson you taught me. I am not this vessel. I am an angel. I identify as male, but in line with human definitions of what makes a person male, I don't quite fit. Jimmy is not the only member of his family whom I could use as a vessel. It is a bloodline, and I could just as easily inhabit a female relative as a male relative.
"What I'm trying to tell you is, the sin of myself having sex with you is no different than the sin I just committed with your sister. It is only an angel-human coupling in the eyes of the universe."
"But what about Jimmy?" Sam asked.
It was Dean's turn to punch Sam in the arm. "Who's bringing up the cockblocking shit now?"
"Stop hitting each other!" Castiel suddenly cried, looking from one man to the other. He sighed and continued. "I have access to Jimmy's mind, and I know from my knowledge of his life that he has a homosexual brother. He loves his brother, and he's made peace with the idea of two men being in love and how it is forbidden in the Bible. That is between each person and God. Having a gay brother has given him a unique perspective on the issue that many people do not have, and through that, he would only look at this as adultery, if we had not had our previous discussion."
"But... what if it weirds me all out, the idea of having sex with you in a guy's body?" Dean said. He fidgeted nervously; it was obvious that he wanted to give in, but a shred of his normal sexual appetites held him back.
"You can't help it, Dean. The venom is irresistible," Castiel pointed out. When Dean still looked uncomfortable, he added, "I won't hold it against you."
For some reason, that cryptic little comment seemed to satisfy him and Dean smiled in relief. "Oh," he said. "So, how come you didn't blow out the windows this time?"
"I didn't climax," Castiel replied.
"Damn, that kind of control must be nice. Wish I had it," Dean said, again, fidgeting awkwardly.
They were all silent for a moment. "Should we get started?" Castiel asked.
Dean rolled his eyes. "You can't just say it like that, 'Should we get started?' That's so awkward. You gotta be smooth, like - "
Sam blurted, "Well if you're not going to," and rushed at Castiel, taking him by the chin and kissing him hard on the lips.
"Hey, save some for me!" Dean cried.
They put Castiel in between them, and it became a sea of hands and lips as both Dean and Sam caressed the angel all over, stroking his cock, fondling his ass, rubbing his chest and shoulders, and kissing his lips and neck, more because they wanted to, not because they felt he really needed any help to get in the mood. Sam, eventually winding up behind Castiel, dropped a few kisses on his shoulder, working his way up his neck to his ear, and kissed there, sucking on his earlobe. Dean took Castiel by the behind and pulled him up against him, stroking their cocks together and moaning needily. They kissed all the way down to the bed, Castiel on top of Dean and Sam right behind them.
"Cas... is it... is it okay if I..." Panting, Sam rubbed his cock in the split of Castiel's ass.
Between kisses, Castiel answered, "Please do."
"Do I need to... should I get something...?"
"No need," the angel assured.
Sam kept forgetting this was no ordinary sexual encounter. Longingly, he rubbed Castiel's behind for a bit longer, lingering over how good he knew it was going to feel.
In the meantime, Castiel and Dean kissed, long, dirty kisses, their hands joined around their cocks as they stroked together. Although he had no intention of actually fucking Dean - the memory would be too traumatic, too intimate for Dean's sometimes fragile masculinity - Castiel did spread Dean's legs, laying between them to allow him better access, so they could stroke against each other fully. Dean threw his head back and moaned.
Sam watched Castiel as he began that thrusting motion, rocking against Dean's crotch, and it made him want to fuck too. "You'll cum this time, won't you, Cas?" he asked, putting his thumbs on the edges of that tight ring of muscle and parting it, holding it open. "We want to see you cum."
"Yeah," Dean breathed. "Show us what it looks like when you have an orgasm."
"So curious," Castiel said to himself, sounding far more wolfish than ever before. "Alright. But you'll have to explain the windows."
Sam pushed his cock into that tight hole, just the head of it, and sucked in his breath. "We'll explain the windows," he forced out, and then slid himself further in. "Ahh, you're tight."
Castiel spread his legs a bit in order to allow Sam full access. Dean's legs came up and wrapped around Castiel's hips, his calves touching the backs of Sam's thighs. In order to slide himself all the way in, Sam had to take hold of Castiel's sides to brace himself, and soon he could feel his balls touching Castiel's warm behind. Both men sighed in ecstasy. When Sam pulled back and slid himself in again, he growled out an, "Oh!" not moving for a few seconds just so he could feel the tightness of the muscles flexing around his cock.
"Fuck 'im, Sammy," Dean moaned. "I wanna get off watching you do it."
The two brothers watched each other's faces as they all got a simultaneous rhythm going, Castiel acting as the cog between them. If it hurt Castiel, he didn't show it, and again, Sam had to remind himself that it wasn't like having sex with a normal person. They all moaned and touched and bucked their hips until the motion grew fast and frantic.
"Oh, Castiel!" Sam cried. He could feel his climax approaching, and grabbed Castiel's hips, pulling him into his every thrust.
"Uhh, Cas! Cas!" Dean moaned, helpless to do anything but ride this out.
He gasped when Castiel grunted, and the angel's eyes began to glow with a white, ethereal light. Castiel waved a hand above their heads; their eyes instantly went to it, and he whispered that same Enochian phrase.
*****
The Winchesters had stewed long enough. With a mischievous smile on her face, Ruby wondered what condition Kerry would be in when she entered the bedroom with the fucking machine in her bag. The brothers had probably had no choice but to fuck her. What delicious angst that must be causing! Ruby couldn't wait to see their faces.
When she popped herself into Bobby's house, she found the living room empty. But someone was moaning, crying out, from the bedroom. It sounded like Sam... and Dean. Oh boy, it was even juicier than Ruby could have hoped for! A Winchester threesome! The only thing that could be better than that would be using the fucking machine on all three of them.
Ruby opened the door to the guest bedroom. "I'm back, and I brought the - " The first thing she saw as she began to speak was Kerry, out like a light in her bed, a huge grin on her face. Then she turned her head to the left and gawked in disbelief. "Oh SNAP."
Sam was fucking the angel! His head was thrown back, the most deliciously needy look of passion on his face. And there was Dean, under Castiel, getting off too! Even in the wildest, dirtiest scenarios she could have conjured up, Ruby never would have thought she'd ever find them like that! She stood there with her mouth hanging open, struck dumb, until she realized what was about to happen.
Blobs of light were forming on Castiel's back. His wings were again shifting from another dimension to manifest in theirs. The angel had veiled the boys' eyes so they wouldn't be blown out by this small glimpse of his true form, but if Ruby looked at him... "HELL no," she exclaimed, and scurried back out the door.
"Huh?" Sam turned his head and caught a glimpse of her closing the door. Then the world turned white before his eyes.
Ruby covered her ears and dove for the floor as the light exploded from under the door. A wave of energy passed over her, temporarily scrambling everything in her head, hurting her, oh such agony, how it clawed deep into the demon part of her being. She was dimly aware of the sound of exploding glass and exploding Winchesters as Dean and Sam came and came and came, crying out in endless ecstasy. Ruby tried to concentrate on that sound; it was better than the angelic voice that also sang in passion - that voice was like a knife scraping off bits of her flesh, cutting, cutting, cutting. She convulsed on the floor of the hall, her ears bleeding.
Sam could not see, could only feel soft feathers brushing, caressing his face as he climaxed, and there seemed to be no end to it; it just went on and on in merciful bliss. Dean experienced the same thing. He felt strong hands moving him up the bed, saw Castiel's blue eyes multiplied threefold, swimming before his face. Another body, Sam's body, was laid next to his, and then a delicate hand stroked both their cheeks before a kiss was planted on each forehead.
When the light calmed back, Castiel was looming over the bed on his wings, arms spread out. It was one of the most beautiful sights either man had ever seen. The wings faded and Castiel drifted to the bed, a hand on each of their chests. They could hardly move from exhaustion, but it was a good, relaxing sensation.
Dean realized his chest was streaked with cum. Before he could do anything about it, Castiel began to lick it off until his chest was clean. Dean watched as he then did the same for Sam, whose cock was sticky with it. Sam moaned helplessly at the way it felt, and Dean thought he could probably get hard again just watching that, but neither man got hard; they were spent for the evening. Castiel ended things off right by giving Sam, then Dean, a long, deep kiss on the mouth.
"Feels... like floating..." Dean mumbled.
"It's nice," Sam added as Castiel covered their nude bodies with the blankets.
"Sleep now," the angel said. They did, almost immediately.
Castiel put his trench coat on over his naked body and tied the belt to keep it closed. He opened the door to find Ruby shaking on the floor. "Now, don't you wish you'd come back a little sooner... or a little later?" he asked, and simply moved her legs so they wouldn't block the door.
Going back in the room, Castiel took a seat on the lounging chair and sat back to rest. He watched over his charges in silence for the rest of the night.
*****
Chapter 11: Intervention
Word Count this Chapter: 1,553
Rested, dressed, and fed, Dean shook his head at the shattered window before him, then walked to the next one, which was also broken. "How are we ever going to explain this to Bobby?" he wondered.
Sam was sweeping up some of the glass. "What I want to know is, how did Cas manage to break every window in the house, even the ones on the second floor?"
Castiel brought a bowl of soup to Ruby, who was wrapped up in a blanket on the couch, part of it even covering her head like a cloak. She looked as pale and shaky as a person with a particularly bad cold. "Here you go."
Ruby took the soup and scowled at him. "Get away from me," she snapped.
"My, aren't we grumpy," he said, a little smile tickling at the corners of his mouth.
As Dean did in most cases where he felt awkward and at a loss for words, he treated this situation with humor, approaching Castiel and saying, "Heavens, Cas, look what you did to these windows. I had no idea you were such a stud." He began to gyrate his hips toward the angel, a hand on the back of his head. "I'm just a love machine, and I won't work for nobody but you, yeah baby, a hugging, kissing fiend..." Dean sang. When Castiel furrowed his brow and moved away a bit, Dean followed, still dancing lewdly in front of him. "Hey, you're finally learning about personal space," he remarked, noticing that it made Castiel uncomfortable.
"Yes, I guess I am." He was grateful when Dean finally stopped.
As Kerry got the worst of it, she was the last one to wander into the living room, still looking pretty worn out. She glanced sheepishly at her brothers and then Castiel, and sat down in a chair.
They could all tell Kerry had no idea what to say. Before Dean could take the chance to start in on her, Sam cut in. "Hey Kerr, how are you feeling?"
"Okay," she said, and then mumbled, "Physically."
Sam didn't really want this to turn into an intervention, but knew it was inevitable, and as he really had nothing else to say, he just fell silent and waited with a sympathetic look in his eyes. Dean's face had turned to stone, angry and cold. He crossed his arms and leaned against Bobby's desk. "Kerry."
"Yeah?"
Taking a deep breath, Dean let it out slowly. "Tell me again what you did."
She knew he was angry, and knew it wouldn't help to pretend that she didn't know what he was talking about. "I drank a vial of incubus cum from Dad's storage locker."
There was a long pause as Dean tried to take all that in for a second time. "I want you to tell me why."
Kerry shrank away from the utter disbelief in his voice; she pulled her legs up under her in the chair. "I was hurting over Adam's death and I didn't want to think about it anymore. Nothing I did could make me feel any better or any less guilty about it. It just hurt too much." Her eyes darted to Castiel for a moment, then back down at the floor. "I'm not saying that Cas was at all at fault, but... he wouldn't comfort me. Not in the way I wanted him to."
Tilting his head, Castiel looked at her, frowning slightly.
"When I saw the vial, I thought maybe it would make me feel better, that it would get me high. That I'd feel good and Cas might find me sexy again."
Now Castiel's expression became full of sympathy and a bit of sorrow for her.
Kerry finished, "So I just took it and I drank it." She looked up at Dean. "If I'd had any idea what would happen, that the reaction would be so strong..."
"How could you do something so stupid, Kerry?!" Dean yelled. Sam jumped a little at the sudden outburst. "Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?"
"Yes," she replied quietly.
"Yeah, now," he said, and began to pace the room while he ranted at her. "Do you have any idea what you've done? We all have to keep working together and now things are going to be awkward. How do you expect us to just get past this?"
"I didn't know what would happen!" Kerry cried. Tears came to her eyes. "I didn't want to hurt anybody, I just needed the pain to stop! I just hoped it would make Castiel want me again." Pulling her knees up to her chest, she put her forehead down on them and began to weep. "Do you think I wanted to have sex with my own brothers?! Do you think I wanted it to go that far?"
"Of course not, but..." Her tears almost moved him to stop, but Dean shook it off; he had to be tough on her. "Kerry, this isn't the first time you've done something like this. What do we have to say to get you to understand that it has to stop? You have to stop!"
"Dean, this is a hard life. Traveling the country, hunting evil... the constant injuries, seeing people die... day in and day out, people die, Dean. Right in front of us! How am I supposed to deal with that?"
At a loss for what to suggest, Dean gave it some thought. "I don't know. There has to be a better way than drinking everything in Dad's storage lockers."
"Great, so I should have too much beer every day like you do?"
Dean was instantly angry again. "Don't even try that shit, Kerry. There's a big difference between having a few beers and ingesting demonic spooge so you wind up fucking everybody in the house!"
Cringing, Sam said, "Dean, come on..." He wondered if Dean's reaction would be just as strong when he found out about the demon blood.
Kerry hid her face against her knees again, sobbing. "Sorry. I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that."
"You bet your ass you shouldn't have said that. Me drinking alcohol doesn't even come close to what you did."
"You're right. I'm sorry."
Dean wasn't finished yet. "What do we have to do, Kerry? What do we have to do to make you understand how much it hurts us when you hurt yourself? Huh?" He walked up to her and took her arm, trying to get her to look at him. "Tell me, what is it going to take?!"
Kerry shook off his hand. "I don't know. I don't know, okay? If I knew, then I wouldn't have done it in the first place."
"What you did was insane, Kerry."
She collapsed into heavy sobs. "I know. I know it was crazy." Looking up at him, Kerry promised, "I'll never do anything like that again. I'm sorry, Dean. I just thought it would be a way for Castiel and I to have a little fun."
Glancing from one anguished face to another, Dean replied, "Doesn't look like anybody had any fun, Kerr."
Ruby had been listening, slurping up big spoonfuls of chicken noodle soup. She said, "I had fun," and snorted.
Everyone stared at her in disbelief. A beat of silence and Kerry was on top of her, angrily punching Ruby in the face.
Sam, astonished, started to go to them, but Dean put an arm out to stop him. The sound of Ruby grunting and Kerry screaming in fury with every blow was music to his ears. "Let her work it out," he said, and smiled.
Later that day, the adrenaline of beating Ruby in the face had worn off and Kerry was left with her guilt over what had happened. She curled up on the bed, a blank stare on her face. The knuckles of her punching hand had swollen to the point that Kerry needed an ice pack to soothe the ache in them. No matter how much she beat the snarky demon, the horrible things Ruby had said had been true. Kerry did want to have sex with her own brothers, and even though it had been the fault of the incubus venom, that didn't change that it was the truth. She started to cry again.
Dean came into the room, instantly feeling bad for her and going to his sister's side. "Come on, Kerr. You don't have to keep crying about it. We'll get past this. Castiel seems to have already shaken it off, even when I sang 'Love Gun' in his face."
She tried to laugh, but just couldn't stop sobbing. "I'm sorry, I just can't help but think that I've damaged our relationship for good."
"Kerry... I'm still pretty mad at you, but we'll always be buddies, okay?" Dean tried to get her to look at him, to catch her eye with a funny face. "You're still my best girl."
"Then, you... you haven't stopped loving me?" she wept.
His face fell, and this time, he made sure she looked up into his eyes. "Kerry, nothing could ever make me stop loving you. You're my little sis. Okay?" Dean put his arms around her. "You're my Kerr-Bear."
She hugged him back, sobbing on his shoulder. "I love you too, Dean."
*****
Chapter 12: Sacrifices
Word Count this Chapter: 1,296
It was two weeks later that they found out about Sam and the demon blood.
Suddenly, everything made sense about how Sam had acted toward Kerry during her own bout with the effects of demonic fluids on the human body. No wonder he had been so caring and understanding. Kerry stayed with him the entire time he was in Bobby's panic room, detoxing from what the repeated exposure had done to his body. Even when Dean tried to get her to come out, saying that she was coddling him, that Sam needed tough love, Kerry stayed in, mopping the sweat from Sam's face and simply cradling him while he screamed, out of his mind. Sam had not left her when she was in the same condition - she would not leave him.
She only wished she could have been the one to sink the knife in Ruby's gut, but Dean got that privilege.
And then there had been the Apocalypse to deal with, the slow-moving, but devastating Apocalypse. Wherever it struck, it struck hard, wiping out entire towns, showering down rains of fire and laying waste to any hunters who tried to stand in the way. And there had been shocking revelations. Dean, the vessel of an archangel? The most powerful archangel, Michael? Kerry could hardly believe it. Someone she had watched grow up, who was proud of being able to burp his entire name, the vessel of a powerful angelic being?
Then there had been the estrangement between Sam and Dean. There was no way she could go with Sam, she knew that; he needed his time alone. And of course, they had reunited - there was no way of separating them forever, Kerry knew that, she knew it all along no matter how stubborn Dean had been about it. But the things they now knew... they were devastating.
Sam, the vessel of Lucifer. That was even harder to believe than what they knew about Dean. Kerry couldn't even wrap her mind around the fact that destiny wanted her two brothers to accept the warring angels into their bodies and fight to the death. It was insane. How was she supposed to accept that?
They decided to take a little vacation afterward. Out to Big Sur, to look at the stars and listen to the waves crash against the cliffs. Nothing could touch them out here.
Her brothers were sitting on the hood of the Impala, drinking beer and looking up at the stars, just as they'd planned. Trying to find the various constellations Sam was pointing out.
"That doesn't look like a bear," Dean said.
"You have to use your imagination."
"Is that its paw, right there?"
"Yeah, that's a paw. And there's the head, see?" Sam pointed with the bottle in his fingers.
"Ohhh." Squinting, Dean remarked, "Where's its butt?"
Kerry walked off into a nearby group of tall trees, several yards from the car. She leaned against one, just listening, eyes closed. Even without seeing him, she knew Castiel was there from the rustle of his trench coat. "Can you believe it's true, Cas? My brothers, the vessels of archangels?"
He leaned against the tree across from the one she had chosen. "I should have seen it. I should have known."
"Oh, Cas... how could you have known? And what difference would it have made anyway?"
"I don't know. It's just... this is so serious, Kerry. I'm supposed to be a guardian." Castiel looked up at the night sky. "God commands that Dean be rescued from Hell and it doesn't occur to me for even one second that there might be something special about him besides the fact that he's supposed to stop the Apocalypse. I didn't consider how." He sighed, looking down. "Not for one second."
"Castiel, it's not important now. We know and that's all that matters." They listened to the crickets chirp, the surf crash, Sam and Dean arguing over which three stars made Orion's belt. Kerry shook her head. "Cas, how is it possible?" She paused so long that Castiel started to ask what she meant. "How can Sam be Lucifer's vessel?"
It was not a question to which Castiel had an answer. "I've thought about that myself, a good, long time."
"Castiel, he's my little brother. I've known him all his life. Sam's so good and sweet and cares more about people than anyone I know, sometimes so much that he weeps for complete strangers. One time, we found a dead raccoon by the side of the road. A truck had hit it. Sammy named it Bandit and cried for two days. Cas, when we get Mexican food, he farts in the car for hours afterward and gets completely embarrassed about it. I know he's a big guy and sometimes when he gets mad, he can look pretty menacing, but..." Kerry glanced back at her brother, sitting on the hood of the car. "...look at those puppy dog eyes. He's my little Sammy. How can it be him?"
"Well... from what I've been told, vessels are not chosen by their nature, Kerry, but by their bloodline," Castiel tried to explain. "From there, the angels consider their strength, and for some, their vulnerability. Ruby was testing your brother on Lucifer's behalf. Sam proved to have just the right mixture of strength and tolerance to accept Lucifer into his body. That and he was too trusting. Ruby knew what she was doing."
"Yeah, the bitch-whore." The chirping crickets, the crash of the surf... Kerry nibbled at her thumbnail. "Cas, if it's a bloodline... and my brothers are the two warring archangels..." She looked up at him. "...then what am I? Cas, what's my part in this?"
It was clear that it was something Castiel had not given much thought to, not yet. He was quiet for a long, seemingly endless time. "Kerry... I don't know," he finally said. "I wish I had such answers for you, but I just don't know."
"I was afraid you'd say that."
"There is one thing I do know." Approaching her, Castiel took her by the arms. "We're going to save the world without Sam or Dean making that sacrifice. So whatever purpose you're supposed to serve, it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter, Kerry. None of you are going to be sacrificed."
There was such determination in his eyes, Kerry almost believed they could get through this exactly as he said, all in tact, no one left behind. "Right. I know you're right, Castiel." She hugged his neck.
When she wouldn't let go, Castiel gently pulled her away. "Yes. I'm right."
Kerry, clearing her throat, resisted the urge to kiss him. She realized that there were worse things than taking stupid chances with your life and screwing everything up, getting your brothers mad at you and catching grief from them just for a chance to get high. There was being in love with a person... no, a heavenly being... who could probably never love you back.
"Castiel..." Kerry forced a smile. "...did you know that the stars make images in the sky?"
He canted his head at her. "Don't they call those constellations?"
"Yeah. Want Sammy to show us some?"
Castiel smiled. "I'd be delighted."
"Delighted? That's a new one. I'm not sure I've ever heard you use that word."
"I often try to increase my Earthly vocabulary so I don't stick out quite so much," explained Castiel.
Kerry just looked at him a moment. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but I think you're always going to stick out, Castiel."
The angel frowned.
Kerry quickly added, "Just a little."
They walked arm in arm back to the Impala, back to Sam and Dean, the four of them walking together into their uncertain future.
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