Supernatural Prompt: 99, 25
Title: Castiel Finds a Family
Rating: R
Table/Prompt: 99 - lavish - 100 prompts for thought
Fandom: Superantural
Claim: General Series
Authors Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: polyship
Lisa was worried about Dean. He'd grown more withdrawn over the last few weeks and she wasn't so sure it was from the long hours during the construction season.
"Your mind is laden with heavy thoughts," Castiel startled her. "Dean is as he should be. His issues with Sam didn't disappear after he leapt into the hole."
"I expect him to miss Sam. They were so close. I didn't think he could be so distant toward me."
The angel saw the tears in her eyes and wrapped his arms around her, wishing he could do more to protect such a gentle soul. "Rest assured that Dean will always return to you. He needs to travel this journey alone but you have not been forgotten."
She vaguely wondered when she had become so used to Castiel's unique speech patterns. They were so close that she just understood what he meant even if the words seemed off.
She couldn't help but ask, "How can you be sure?"
"Your name is written on his heart. It has been since the beginning and cannot be erased."
When she stopped trembling, she returned to making supper and looking out the window, just waiting for Dean to pull in the drive.
***
"Is Dean mad at me?" Ben was pushing his food around his plate instead of eating it.
"No, honey. Why would you think that?"
The boy shrugged and his mother waited him out, knowing that she couldn't pull the words from him until he was ready.
"He used to let me help work on the truck. Now, he's never around."
"It's just his job. The long hours wear him down. When fall comes, he'll have more time to hang around the house." Lisa found that she had also lost her appetite. She set her fork down. "How's your homework going?"
Ben beamed. "I'm finished. Cas helped."
"Do you mind that he has the bedroom that used to be for your toys?"
"It's better to play video games on the big television anyways. It's odd how he pops in and out of the house. I don't think he's ever come in the front door."
"I doubt he has," she couldn't help but smile. "He's always around if you need him, though. Just think of him and he'll appear."
"Where does he go when he's not here?"
Lisa didn't know the answer to that one. "You'll have to ask him, honey. Just make sure you have time for a long story when you do."
Satisfied, Ben dug into his dinner as only a growing boy could. Well, any growing boy or Dean.
***
That night, Lisa laid awake as Dean tossed and turned. The ideas that haunted him during the day came back as images in his dreams. When he jolted awake from a nightmare, she was right there to comfort him. They were drifting back to sleep in each other's arms when their bedroom door creaked.
"I sensed discontent," Castiel stated flatly. "I was uncertain if I was needed."
"Yes, Cas," Lisa replied.
Those two words spoke volumes coming from a woman who rarely asked for assistance. He nodded, walked to the opposite side of the bed and crawled in under the covers. Dean was nestled between the pair and sighed as he drifted off.
She knew about the deep connection that Dean had with Castiel. She understood it when she found out that he'd raised Dean up from hell. When she caught the angel studying the screen as her son blasted alien invaders, trying to grasp the concept so he could play along, she felt that all the pieces of her life were accounted for. They hadn't fallen into place and she guessed that it was her responsibility to get them in the right order, but the fact that they were all present was something she'd never experienced before.
Dean could love more than one person, she knew that. His heart could hold many people and he had the capacity to truly care about them all. Besides, Cas was by her side during troublesome times when Dean couldn't be and even sometimes when he was. She'd grown deeply fond of him and appreciated his awkward attempts to get to know her better. She'd seen the same sincerity reflected in his eyes and knew at once that he was a vital piece to bridge the gap between Dean's past and future.
They were a complimentary trio. Castiel supported Lisa and she patiently tried to teach him about the world he'd only ever observed. He knew how to reach Dean when she couldn't. And Dean, well, he had a fierce protective streak with the tenacity of a pit bull.
No one else had to reconcile the reasons for their unique relationship. They didn't try to appear as anything but who they were. If someone couldn't accept them all as one unit, they didn't deserve the opportunity to know three of the most interesting and honest people that they would ever meet.
Title: No Strings Attached
Rating: R
Table/Prompt: 25 - coyote
Fandom: Supernatural
Claim: General Series
Authors Notes: I own nothing Supernatural.
Dean walked into the room he'd left Bela in when he'd went to find the Hand of Glory. "Bela?" She wasn't in the main part of the room. There was a small room off to the side. Dean knocked and opened the door, "Bela."
"Dean." Her tone made him look twice. Her black dress was thrown on the floor. The window of the bathroom they were in was cracked open. She had a cigarette dangling between her fingers. "Did you find it?"
"Of course I did." He showed her the item he had wrapped in the small cloth and then put it back in his tuxedo jacket pocket. "I'm keeping it, too. You're not getting your hands on this one."
"Like I'd even want the damned thing," she replied. "You and Sam can handle it from here, yeah? You're going to save the day?"
Not liking her tone, Dean just nodded.
"So why would I need it? The only loose end I have to tie up is Gert. Then, I'm out of here." She exhaled and blew smoke circles.
"You don't need anything else before you go?" Dean smirked.
"You know what I want. The question is, are you man enough to be with me?" her face mirrored his.
Dean stripped his clothes off quickly. He made sure that he still had the hand and that it was safely tucked away before putting his jacket on the floor. Naked, he said, "The correct question is, can you handle me?"
Bela stayed perched on the edge of the bathroom sink. Her cigarette hung limply between her fingers. When Dean was close enough, she reached around and dug her nails into the side of his ass. She flicked some ash from her smoke on the floor before taking a long drag. "Always wondered what you looked like under layer upon layer of clothes."
"You could have just asked."
Her eyes sparkled. She snubbed out the cigarette on the porcelain sink and dropped it near the drain. With her recently freed up hand, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer as she slid off the sink to stand.
Dean's hands moved down the sides of her slip until he reached the hem. Inching the fabric up, he felt her bare thighs under her garter belt. A little further up, she was bare.
"No panties?"
"Nope. They just get in the way." She devoured his mouth as his fingers groped and probed to gain access to her most intimate place. He touched her sensitive nub which made her gasp. She moved her hand down to stroke him as he eased her into a wider stance.
There were no soft kisses or words of endearment. She just worked him to completion as he added to the fingers that he opened her with. She began to pant and whine as he slid into her core until the spasms took over.
When it was over, they dressed and left as if nothing had ever happened.
Rating: R
Table/Prompt: 99 - lavish - 100 prompts for thought
Fandom: Superantural
Claim: General Series
Authors Notes: I own nothing Supernatural. Warnings: polyship
Lisa was worried about Dean. He'd grown more withdrawn over the last few weeks and she wasn't so sure it was from the long hours during the construction season.
"Your mind is laden with heavy thoughts," Castiel startled her. "Dean is as he should be. His issues with Sam didn't disappear after he leapt into the hole."
"I expect him to miss Sam. They were so close. I didn't think he could be so distant toward me."
The angel saw the tears in her eyes and wrapped his arms around her, wishing he could do more to protect such a gentle soul. "Rest assured that Dean will always return to you. He needs to travel this journey alone but you have not been forgotten."
She vaguely wondered when she had become so used to Castiel's unique speech patterns. They were so close that she just understood what he meant even if the words seemed off.
She couldn't help but ask, "How can you be sure?"
"Your name is written on his heart. It has been since the beginning and cannot be erased."
When she stopped trembling, she returned to making supper and looking out the window, just waiting for Dean to pull in the drive.
***
"Is Dean mad at me?" Ben was pushing his food around his plate instead of eating it.
"No, honey. Why would you think that?"
The boy shrugged and his mother waited him out, knowing that she couldn't pull the words from him until he was ready.
"He used to let me help work on the truck. Now, he's never around."
"It's just his job. The long hours wear him down. When fall comes, he'll have more time to hang around the house." Lisa found that she had also lost her appetite. She set her fork down. "How's your homework going?"
Ben beamed. "I'm finished. Cas helped."
"Do you mind that he has the bedroom that used to be for your toys?"
"It's better to play video games on the big television anyways. It's odd how he pops in and out of the house. I don't think he's ever come in the front door."
"I doubt he has," she couldn't help but smile. "He's always around if you need him, though. Just think of him and he'll appear."
"Where does he go when he's not here?"
Lisa didn't know the answer to that one. "You'll have to ask him, honey. Just make sure you have time for a long story when you do."
Satisfied, Ben dug into his dinner as only a growing boy could. Well, any growing boy or Dean.
***
That night, Lisa laid awake as Dean tossed and turned. The ideas that haunted him during the day came back as images in his dreams. When he jolted awake from a nightmare, she was right there to comfort him. They were drifting back to sleep in each other's arms when their bedroom door creaked.
"I sensed discontent," Castiel stated flatly. "I was uncertain if I was needed."
"Yes, Cas," Lisa replied.
Those two words spoke volumes coming from a woman who rarely asked for assistance. He nodded, walked to the opposite side of the bed and crawled in under the covers. Dean was nestled between the pair and sighed as he drifted off.
She knew about the deep connection that Dean had with Castiel. She understood it when she found out that he'd raised Dean up from hell. When she caught the angel studying the screen as her son blasted alien invaders, trying to grasp the concept so he could play along, she felt that all the pieces of her life were accounted for. They hadn't fallen into place and she guessed that it was her responsibility to get them in the right order, but the fact that they were all present was something she'd never experienced before.
Dean could love more than one person, she knew that. His heart could hold many people and he had the capacity to truly care about them all. Besides, Cas was by her side during troublesome times when Dean couldn't be and even sometimes when he was. She'd grown deeply fond of him and appreciated his awkward attempts to get to know her better. She'd seen the same sincerity reflected in his eyes and knew at once that he was a vital piece to bridge the gap between Dean's past and future.
They were a complimentary trio. Castiel supported Lisa and she patiently tried to teach him about the world he'd only ever observed. He knew how to reach Dean when she couldn't. And Dean, well, he had a fierce protective streak with the tenacity of a pit bull.
No one else had to reconcile the reasons for their unique relationship. They didn't try to appear as anything but who they were. If someone couldn't accept them all as one unit, they didn't deserve the opportunity to know three of the most interesting and honest people that they would ever meet.
Title: No Strings Attached
Rating: R
Table/Prompt: 25 - coyote
Fandom: Supernatural
Claim: General Series
Authors Notes: I own nothing Supernatural.
Dean walked into the room he'd left Bela in when he'd went to find the Hand of Glory. "Bela?" She wasn't in the main part of the room. There was a small room off to the side. Dean knocked and opened the door, "Bela."
"Dean." Her tone made him look twice. Her black dress was thrown on the floor. The window of the bathroom they were in was cracked open. She had a cigarette dangling between her fingers. "Did you find it?"
"Of course I did." He showed her the item he had wrapped in the small cloth and then put it back in his tuxedo jacket pocket. "I'm keeping it, too. You're not getting your hands on this one."
"Like I'd even want the damned thing," she replied. "You and Sam can handle it from here, yeah? You're going to save the day?"
Not liking her tone, Dean just nodded.
"So why would I need it? The only loose end I have to tie up is Gert. Then, I'm out of here." She exhaled and blew smoke circles.
"You don't need anything else before you go?" Dean smirked.
"You know what I want. The question is, are you man enough to be with me?" her face mirrored his.
Dean stripped his clothes off quickly. He made sure that he still had the hand and that it was safely tucked away before putting his jacket on the floor. Naked, he said, "The correct question is, can you handle me?"
Bela stayed perched on the edge of the bathroom sink. Her cigarette hung limply between her fingers. When Dean was close enough, she reached around and dug her nails into the side of his ass. She flicked some ash from her smoke on the floor before taking a long drag. "Always wondered what you looked like under layer upon layer of clothes."
"You could have just asked."
Her eyes sparkled. She snubbed out the cigarette on the porcelain sink and dropped it near the drain. With her recently freed up hand, she tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled him closer as she slid off the sink to stand.
Dean's hands moved down the sides of her slip until he reached the hem. Inching the fabric up, he felt her bare thighs under her garter belt. A little further up, she was bare.
"No panties?"
"Nope. They just get in the way." She devoured his mouth as his fingers groped and probed to gain access to her most intimate place. He touched her sensitive nub which made her gasp. She moved her hand down to stroke him as he eased her into a wider stance.
There were no soft kisses or words of endearment. She just worked him to completion as he added to the fingers that he opened her with. She began to pant and whine as he slid into her core until the spasms took over.
When it was over, they dressed and left as if nothing had ever happened.