A Bacchanalia With No Alchohol
Title: A Bacchanalia With No Alchohol
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel/Rachel
Spoilers: Season 6
Length: I don't have word count on the computer I'm on right now, but it's pretty short.
Story summary: Dean only pretended not to know Rachel in 'Frontierland'. Basically Castiel, Rachel and Dean get it on. Because it's not gay, if it's in a three way. Balthazar is, or course, to blame. Total pwp.
Warnings: Sex. Lots of it. Kind of incesty, but I don't really think of the angels as siblings.
Author's Note:1)inmh first wrote this http://inmh.livejournal.com/36843.html . Then I told her I wanted to write something about Dean demanding to join in, and she beat me to it here http://inmh.livejournal.com/81899.html?view=52203#t52203 . So, I finally post this, which is not nearly as awesome as either of her fics. So go read them.
2) So I went to the ER for a bee sting that had swollen up my foot to twice it's original size, thinking I was alergic. Turns out it was just infected with terrible deadly ickyness. Yay!
A Bacchanalia With No Alchohol
Dean doesn't mean to walk in on them. In fact the whole thing is really Balthazar's fault. The angel had told him that Cas needed him. Had given him the room number and the key. There had been some words thrown in about mortal dangers.So, of course, he'd gone running into the hotel room, gun drawn.
In retrospect, Dean realizes he should have been a little more suspicious. After all, it was Balthazar who gave him the tip. He's never trusting Balthazar again. In fact, next time he sees the bastard, he'll shoot him. Just to be on the safe side.
"Uh...um...Cas?" Dean stutters out.
Cas is sprawled out on his stomach, head turned to the side and arm flung over a lovely blonde. They are also both naked.
After processing this, Dean's brain shuts down and falls into a data loop.
"Hello Dean." Castiel greets, monotone as ever. Cas moves his arm off the blonde and props himself up on his elbows. The muscle movement in his shoulders is sleek and the light filtering in through the broken blinds catches his pale skin.
"Uh... whose the chick?" Dean finally manages to force out of his mouth. The chick in question also props herself on her elbows and gives him a cool, million mile stare.
"This is Rachel." Castiel answers calmly. Like he's not, you know, naked. "She is my lieutenant."
"She's..." The implication of being Cas' liuetenant sinks in. "Oh god, gross Cas! Your sister? Really? You couldn't have picked up some drunk chick in a bar?"
Rachel raises a smooth eyebrow.
"Well, Balthazar was here earleir, but he left." She tells him. And that- Dean just does not want to think about it. He's had enough agony in his life.
"We don't regard siblings the same way humans do, Dean." Castiel tells him calmly. "Brother is the closest terminology we have for it in English, but it is very close to the way one might say 'all men are brothers'. It is not like you and Sam."
"Dude, it's still freaky and kinda incesty." Dean answers. His eyes slide over to Rachel. And her slender figure.
"You should join us." Rachel tells him calmly. He has no response to that. Instead, Dean just weakly moves his jaw up and down.
"He won't. Dean has deep rooted homophobia due to his wish to portray a masculine image." Castiel's voice is dry. "I would like to continue fornicating while we have a respite from the war. Dean, human norms dictate that sex should be done without spectators." At this, Castiel turns his head and catches Rachel's mouth with his own. The kiss is sinuous and easy.
And maybe because he's still mentally ten and reverse psychology works on him, or maybe because Rachel is fucking hot and Cas is too, even if thinking that makes him squeamish, or maybe it's just because life is short and Hell has already stomped on all his sexual norms. Either way, Dean drops his jacket to the floor and slides his boots off clumsily.
"Well, maybe I don't plan on spectating." Dean hears the words falling from his mouth before he realizes he's spoken. Castiel immediatly breaks his kiss with Rachel and looks up. His classic head tilt makes an appearance.
Before Cas has a chance to answer, Rachel is behind Dean, the sound of feathers marking her sudden appearance behind him. She shoves the hunter towards the bed and Dean feels his feet fly out form under him before he hits the matress. He sits up, only to find Rachel in his lap. Two pert breasts, round with small pink nipples. Sex with women is rote with him- an angel with a female body doesn't throw him in the least. Dean places a gentle hand on the back of her neck and guides Rachel down for a simple kiss. Her mouth is warm and soft against his, pliable but pushing back too. Rachel's hands grip at his t-shirt and pull it above his head in a quick yank. Arms loop around his waist from behind- Cas' arms, Dean realizes- and brush against his skin as Dean feels his belt being undone. He moves forward and captures one of Rachel'.s light pink nipples in his mouth, just grazing it with his teeth. Rachel momentarily goes rigid in his arms and then moans, deep and throaty. He likes the sound- there's no attempt to sound like someone else. He can always tell when girls are trying to pull off a porn star noise- Rachel just sounds like she's enjoying herself, not like she's trying to convince him she is. Lips find Dean's shoulder, followed by a sharp nip as Castiel bites lightly. Then the angel moves his tongue over the small mark, soothing it away.
Sex with angels, Dean soon discovers, is very abrupt. Neither Rachel nor Cas really concieve space as humans do, so being pulled or pushed around is meaningless to them. One moment he's sitting up with Rachel on his lap, the next Cas is pulling him backwards, forcing him to lie down. Rachel starts working his pants down to his ankles while Cas contents himself to run his pale, long fingered hands over Dean's torso, following the natural curve of the hunter's muscles. Dean's breath hitches in his throat- the touches are incredibly gentle but he can feel the power radiating from both Castiel' s and Rachel's hands. Either one of them could snap him like a twig. Maybe he's a bit wrong for thinking it's incredibly fucking hot that either of them could literally fuck him to death, but Hell does not a well adjusted person make.
Dean lets his hands wander over Castiel's body as Rachel finishes working his boxers off. He leans up to lick a stripe up Castiel's throat, and recieves a breathy exhalation for his efforts, before Castiel leans in to attack his mouth.
It's nothing like kissing Rachel-the stuble for one, scratches at his face, and Dean doesn't want to think about how he'll explain beard burn to Sam. Castiel is also less on board with a slow, seductive aproach to kissing- he nips and forces Dean's mouth open, fighting with him about who's playing bitch. Dean, for his part, gives as good as he gets, pushing back against Cas' tongue and drawing blood that tastes like copper and something he can't place.
He's so focused on Cas, he doesn't remember to pay attention to what Rachel is doing. Hot warmth encloses around his cock and Dean can feel pre-come leak into her mouth. Dean gasps into Cas' mouth, and Cas pushes forward, determined to dominate. Dean can barely move-instead he just gasps against Cas' lips. When Cas moves down to his neck, running his teeth over the jugular, Rachel licks along the head of his dick. It's too much, Dean lets out a choked sound, trying his damn hardest to not finish embarrasingly fast.
That becomes more difficult when they swap. Castiel's mouth around his cock is more agressive. Dean nearly yelps when the angel gives the slightest hint of teeth along his shaft and tries to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Rachel. She pins him down easily, pressing both of his wrists into the matress. When she takes her hands away, Dean finds he still can't move his wrists. Angel mojo. Freaky.
Rachel shifts off his body, and now Dean can see Cas at work. The sight is what gets him, making lust uncoil below his stomach. Cas is bobbing up and down on his dick, his cheeks hollowing out as he reaches the tip and relaxing when he swallows Dean down to the base.
When Rachel crawls over to join Cas, licking at his balls and running her hands over his hips. Cas' hands move slower, crawling possesively over his chest. White light bursts under his eyelids and only after the fact does he realise he's come.
"Cas..." He manages to groan out weakly. Cas picks his head up from where Dean's cock is softening. His face is covered in Dean's come, glistening across his jaw, with a bit in his hair. And Jesus, if he wasn't just completely gone, boneless and utterly satisfied, Dean thinks he could go again just from that sight.
"Now that we've convinced you, we'll give you half an hour to catch your breath." Rachel has wormed her way up to his side, speaking smugly in his ear. Cas moves up to curl an arm over Dean's stomach and rest his head in the crook of the hunter's shoulder.
"Is that amenable to you, Dean?" Castiel asks, his gravelly voice sounding huskier from usual. Dean shudders, realizing it sounds that way because of where his mouth just was.
"Amenable to me?" Dean slurs happily. "Fuck yes.Please. Oh, abso-fucking-lutely."
Turns out, angels take the fucking bit very literally. And turns out, Dean is perfectly fine with that.
Rating:NC-17
Pairing: Dean/Castiel/Rachel
Spoilers: Season 6
Length: I don't have word count on the computer I'm on right now, but it's pretty short.
Story summary: Dean only pretended not to know Rachel in 'Frontierland'. Basically Castiel, Rachel and Dean get it on. Because it's not gay, if it's in a three way. Balthazar is, or course, to blame. Total pwp.
Warnings: Sex. Lots of it. Kind of incesty, but I don't really think of the angels as siblings.
Author's Note:1)inmh first wrote this http://inmh.livejournal.com/36843.html . Then I told her I wanted to write something about Dean demanding to join in, and she beat me to it here http://inmh.livejournal.com/81899.html?view=52203#t52203 . So, I finally post this, which is not nearly as awesome as either of her fics. So go read them.
2) So I went to the ER for a bee sting that had swollen up my foot to twice it's original size, thinking I was alergic. Turns out it was just infected with terrible deadly ickyness. Yay!
A Bacchanalia With No Alchohol
Dean doesn't mean to walk in on them. In fact the whole thing is really Balthazar's fault. The angel had told him that Cas needed him. Had given him the room number and the key. There had been some words thrown in about mortal dangers.So, of course, he'd gone running into the hotel room, gun drawn.
In retrospect, Dean realizes he should have been a little more suspicious. After all, it was Balthazar who gave him the tip. He's never trusting Balthazar again. In fact, next time he sees the bastard, he'll shoot him. Just to be on the safe side.
"Uh...um...Cas?" Dean stutters out.
Cas is sprawled out on his stomach, head turned to the side and arm flung over a lovely blonde. They are also both naked.
After processing this, Dean's brain shuts down and falls into a data loop.
"Hello Dean." Castiel greets, monotone as ever. Cas moves his arm off the blonde and props himself up on his elbows. The muscle movement in his shoulders is sleek and the light filtering in through the broken blinds catches his pale skin.
"Uh... whose the chick?" Dean finally manages to force out of his mouth. The chick in question also props herself on her elbows and gives him a cool, million mile stare.
"This is Rachel." Castiel answers calmly. Like he's not, you know, naked. "She is my lieutenant."
"She's..." The implication of being Cas' liuetenant sinks in. "Oh god, gross Cas! Your sister? Really? You couldn't have picked up some drunk chick in a bar?"
Rachel raises a smooth eyebrow.
"Well, Balthazar was here earleir, but he left." She tells him. And that- Dean just does not want to think about it. He's had enough agony in his life.
"We don't regard siblings the same way humans do, Dean." Castiel tells him calmly. "Brother is the closest terminology we have for it in English, but it is very close to the way one might say 'all men are brothers'. It is not like you and Sam."
"Dude, it's still freaky and kinda incesty." Dean answers. His eyes slide over to Rachel. And her slender figure.
"You should join us." Rachel tells him calmly. He has no response to that. Instead, Dean just weakly moves his jaw up and down.
"He won't. Dean has deep rooted homophobia due to his wish to portray a masculine image." Castiel's voice is dry. "I would like to continue fornicating while we have a respite from the war. Dean, human norms dictate that sex should be done without spectators." At this, Castiel turns his head and catches Rachel's mouth with his own. The kiss is sinuous and easy.
And maybe because he's still mentally ten and reverse psychology works on him, or maybe because Rachel is fucking hot and Cas is too, even if thinking that makes him squeamish, or maybe it's just because life is short and Hell has already stomped on all his sexual norms. Either way, Dean drops his jacket to the floor and slides his boots off clumsily.
"Well, maybe I don't plan on spectating." Dean hears the words falling from his mouth before he realizes he's spoken. Castiel immediatly breaks his kiss with Rachel and looks up. His classic head tilt makes an appearance.
Before Cas has a chance to answer, Rachel is behind Dean, the sound of feathers marking her sudden appearance behind him. She shoves the hunter towards the bed and Dean feels his feet fly out form under him before he hits the matress. He sits up, only to find Rachel in his lap. Two pert breasts, round with small pink nipples. Sex with women is rote with him- an angel with a female body doesn't throw him in the least. Dean places a gentle hand on the back of her neck and guides Rachel down for a simple kiss. Her mouth is warm and soft against his, pliable but pushing back too. Rachel's hands grip at his t-shirt and pull it above his head in a quick yank. Arms loop around his waist from behind- Cas' arms, Dean realizes- and brush against his skin as Dean feels his belt being undone. He moves forward and captures one of Rachel'.s light pink nipples in his mouth, just grazing it with his teeth. Rachel momentarily goes rigid in his arms and then moans, deep and throaty. He likes the sound- there's no attempt to sound like someone else. He can always tell when girls are trying to pull off a porn star noise- Rachel just sounds like she's enjoying herself, not like she's trying to convince him she is. Lips find Dean's shoulder, followed by a sharp nip as Castiel bites lightly. Then the angel moves his tongue over the small mark, soothing it away.
Sex with angels, Dean soon discovers, is very abrupt. Neither Rachel nor Cas really concieve space as humans do, so being pulled or pushed around is meaningless to them. One moment he's sitting up with Rachel on his lap, the next Cas is pulling him backwards, forcing him to lie down. Rachel starts working his pants down to his ankles while Cas contents himself to run his pale, long fingered hands over Dean's torso, following the natural curve of the hunter's muscles. Dean's breath hitches in his throat- the touches are incredibly gentle but he can feel the power radiating from both Castiel' s and Rachel's hands. Either one of them could snap him like a twig. Maybe he's a bit wrong for thinking it's incredibly fucking hot that either of them could literally fuck him to death, but Hell does not a well adjusted person make.
Dean lets his hands wander over Castiel's body as Rachel finishes working his boxers off. He leans up to lick a stripe up Castiel's throat, and recieves a breathy exhalation for his efforts, before Castiel leans in to attack his mouth.
It's nothing like kissing Rachel-the stuble for one, scratches at his face, and Dean doesn't want to think about how he'll explain beard burn to Sam. Castiel is also less on board with a slow, seductive aproach to kissing- he nips and forces Dean's mouth open, fighting with him about who's playing bitch. Dean, for his part, gives as good as he gets, pushing back against Cas' tongue and drawing blood that tastes like copper and something he can't place.
He's so focused on Cas, he doesn't remember to pay attention to what Rachel is doing. Hot warmth encloses around his cock and Dean can feel pre-come leak into her mouth. Dean gasps into Cas' mouth, and Cas pushes forward, determined to dominate. Dean can barely move-instead he just gasps against Cas' lips. When Cas moves down to his neck, running his teeth over the jugular, Rachel licks along the head of his dick. It's too much, Dean lets out a choked sound, trying his damn hardest to not finish embarrasingly fast.
That becomes more difficult when they swap. Castiel's mouth around his cock is more agressive. Dean nearly yelps when the angel gives the slightest hint of teeth along his shaft and tries to sit up, only to be pushed back down by Rachel. She pins him down easily, pressing both of his wrists into the matress. When she takes her hands away, Dean finds he still can't move his wrists. Angel mojo. Freaky.
Rachel shifts off his body, and now Dean can see Cas at work. The sight is what gets him, making lust uncoil below his stomach. Cas is bobbing up and down on his dick, his cheeks hollowing out as he reaches the tip and relaxing when he swallows Dean down to the base.
When Rachel crawls over to join Cas, licking at his balls and running her hands over his hips. Cas' hands move slower, crawling possesively over his chest. White light bursts under his eyelids and only after the fact does he realise he's come.
"Cas..." He manages to groan out weakly. Cas picks his head up from where Dean's cock is softening. His face is covered in Dean's come, glistening across his jaw, with a bit in his hair. And Jesus, if he wasn't just completely gone, boneless and utterly satisfied, Dean thinks he could go again just from that sight.
"Now that we've convinced you, we'll give you half an hour to catch your breath." Rachel has wormed her way up to his side, speaking smugly in his ear. Cas moves up to curl an arm over Dean's stomach and rest his head in the crook of the hunter's shoulder.
"Is that amenable to you, Dean?" Castiel asks, his gravelly voice sounding huskier from usual. Dean shudders, realizing it sounds that way because of where his mouth just was.
"Amenable to me?" Dean slurs happily. "Fuck yes.Please. Oh, abso-fucking-lutely."
Turns out, angels take the fucking bit very literally. And turns out, Dean is perfectly fine with that.