[ficlet] No Need To Tell Me Twice (Supernatural; Wincestiel)
"No Need To Tell Me Twice"
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Wincestiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: Wincestiel; the Impala?
Note: co-written with shisukoisa
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Castiel had always admired Dean’s ability to multi-task. Singing while cleaning guns might not have been such a big feat, and neither was eating and researching a case, but keeping his voice steady while speaking on the phone with Bobby while Cas or Sam sucked him off certainly was impressive.
But Castiel was still surprised at the extent of this talent of Dean’s, as the man’s had not once wavered on the steering wheel, the impala had not once slowed down or picked up speed when it wasn’t supposed to, even after he had announced his lack of interest in pulling over for the night quite yet, and proceeded to talking his brother into fucking their angel in the back seat of the car while Dean continued to drive.
“Y’can do it a little harder, c’mon Sammy,” Dean prompted, eyes shifting to smirk at them in the rearview mirror. Drawing a deep breath, Sam complied, pulling back further on the next pull back, pushing Castiel’s knees closer to his shoulders and slamming home hard enough that the angel’s head knocked against the door from the sheer force behind his trust.
Castiel was beyond the point of worrying for Dean’s ability to drive and instruct Sam on how to fuck him by the time he managed to ground out a Dean, Dean please, blue eyes meeting green in the mirror.
“Hmm,” Dean hummed, his voice darkened from arousal, and after giving Cas a smug smile, he turned his eyes back to the road. As if this was nothing to him, his brother and their lover screwing in the back seat of his car while he was driving. Just another day on the road. “What do you say, Sam, should I let you come? You can’t can you, not until I tell you to, tell you to shove your cock as far into that ass as you can go, fill him up ‘til he chokes on it, pump him full of your come, eh Sammy?”
Sam groaned into Castiel’s shoulder, sweat dripping from his nose onto Cas’ skin, tongue following to taste.
“Do it, Sam.”
That was all he said, but Sam was already coming, teeth following his tongue, digging into Cas’ shoulder hard, making the angel moan loudly and cling to the younger Winchester’s back, nails digging in, body shaking with the need to release as well. He wanted, he needed…
“Dean,” Cas said, voice wrecked, hands grappling for purchase on slippery skin as he tried to shove himself harder onto Sam’s still-hard cock, chasing his own orgasm. Sam murmured something into his shoulder and leaned back to sneak his hand between their bodies, reaching for…
But he was interrupted by Dean slamming his foot into the brakes, the impala coming to an abrupt stop. Sam snapped his head up, eyes immediately narrowing as he tensed up, already in defence-mode.
“Dean?” he asked, voice only a little slurred, mostly alert. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Dean unbuckled his belt and turned around in his seat, grin gleaming in the light from the headlights. “Get your ass in gear; we’re switching places.”
by exorcistor
Fandom: Supernatural
People/pairings: Wincestiel
Rating: mature
Prompt: Wincestiel; the Impala?
Note: co-written with shisukoisa
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Castiel had always admired Dean’s ability to multi-task. Singing while cleaning guns might not have been such a big feat, and neither was eating and researching a case, but keeping his voice steady while speaking on the phone with Bobby while Cas or Sam sucked him off certainly was impressive.
But Castiel was still surprised at the extent of this talent of Dean’s, as the man’s had not once wavered on the steering wheel, the impala had not once slowed down or picked up speed when it wasn’t supposed to, even after he had announced his lack of interest in pulling over for the night quite yet, and proceeded to talking his brother into fucking their angel in the back seat of the car while Dean continued to drive.
“Y’can do it a little harder, c’mon Sammy,” Dean prompted, eyes shifting to smirk at them in the rearview mirror. Drawing a deep breath, Sam complied, pulling back further on the next pull back, pushing Castiel’s knees closer to his shoulders and slamming home hard enough that the angel’s head knocked against the door from the sheer force behind his trust.
Castiel was beyond the point of worrying for Dean’s ability to drive and instruct Sam on how to fuck him by the time he managed to ground out a Dean, Dean please, blue eyes meeting green in the mirror.
“Hmm,” Dean hummed, his voice darkened from arousal, and after giving Cas a smug smile, he turned his eyes back to the road. As if this was nothing to him, his brother and their lover screwing in the back seat of his car while he was driving. Just another day on the road. “What do you say, Sam, should I let you come? You can’t can you, not until I tell you to, tell you to shove your cock as far into that ass as you can go, fill him up ‘til he chokes on it, pump him full of your come, eh Sammy?”
Sam groaned into Castiel’s shoulder, sweat dripping from his nose onto Cas’ skin, tongue following to taste.
“Do it, Sam.”
That was all he said, but Sam was already coming, teeth following his tongue, digging into Cas’ shoulder hard, making the angel moan loudly and cling to the younger Winchester’s back, nails digging in, body shaking with the need to release as well. He wanted, he needed…
“Dean,” Cas said, voice wrecked, hands grappling for purchase on slippery skin as he tried to shove himself harder onto Sam’s still-hard cock, chasing his own orgasm. Sam murmured something into his shoulder and leaned back to sneak his hand between their bodies, reaching for…
But he was interrupted by Dean slamming his foot into the brakes, the impala coming to an abrupt stop. Sam snapped his head up, eyes immediately narrowing as he tensed up, already in defence-mode.
“Dean?” he asked, voice only a little slurred, mostly alert. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Dean unbuckled his belt and turned around in his seat, grin gleaming in the light from the headlights. “Get your ass in gear; we’re switching places.”