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Title: Home
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17/Adult/Explicit
Word Count: 2k
Alternate Link: Tumblr
Full List of Kinks and/or Warnings: [Spoiler (click to open)]ABO (but canon otherwise), Wincestiel, heat, desperation, virginity, knotting, handjob, self-lubrication, begging, fingering, frottage, fucking/anal sex, threesome
Setting: ABO AU
Summary: Cas doesn't realize what's going on with his body until he's already in heat. Losing his grace suddenly makes things more difficult.
A/N: This was written for rieraclaelin's birthday.
Cas got into the shower, uncomfortable and unsure what was upsetting him. He wasn’t used to being a human yet. There were things that came easily, but other things just didn’t. With Sam and Dean’s help, the transition wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.
He tilted his face up, remembering to hold his breath as the water ran over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. It felt so different without his grace buffering everything.
Dean had suggested taking a shower, and even though Cas didn’t believe it would help, he did it anyway, because the Winchesters were there for him. He appreciated it.
Cas groaned, tilting his head down and frowning at his vessel’s hard cock. Only it wasn’t his vessel anymore. It was his body. Jimmy wasn’t around any longer.
Cas cupped his cock and balls, wincing when it didn’t relieve the pressure. He knew how to masturbate, but he’d never done it before. He didn’t really want to do it. He just wanted the ache to go away.
He turned the lever to cold and bit his lip, forcing himself to stay under the shower head, shivering and miserable. Finally he sighed and turned the water off. It wasn’t working and he was only more miserable than he was before.
Cas dried himself off, trying to ignore his hard cock, his sore balls, and the annoying tingle in his ass. He didn’t want to put his clothes on. Sam and Dean would give him a hard time about it, but he didn’t care. He felt awful. And he wanted something. But he didn’t know what it was. He wanted it really badly. Something.
He walked out of the bathroom and flopped down onto the nearest motel room bed, which happened to be Sam’s, grabbing a pillow and shoving his face into it, letting out a whine. He didn’t care if Sam or Dean heard him. Didn’t care if they saw him.
“Hey, Cas?” Dean said.
Dean was close. He wasn’t on the bed, but Cas could tell he was within reach. He could smell Dean, and Dean smelled really good. So good.
“Yes, Dean?” Cas mumbled into the pillow.
“We gotta talk,” Dean said.
“I don’t feel like talking,” Cas said, grabbing another pillow and covering his head with it. His hair was still wet, and he was getting the pillow wet. Dean told him it wasn’t good to sleep on a wet pillow, but he’d worry about that later.
“Cas?” Sam said, and he was just as close as Dean.
“If it’s a hunt, then you two go ahead,” Cas said. "I’m just going to stay here.“
"No, it’s not a hunt,” Sam said.
Cas could hear the gentle tone to Sam’s voice, and it was soothing even though he didn’t know why.
“We need to talk about what you’re feeling right now,” Sam said.
“I’m feeling irritated and tired,” Cas said, a little of that irritation leaking into his voice. He couldn’t help it. Sam’s scent had mixed with Dean’s and they both smelled wonderful. He had a sudden urge to lick them.
“Cas, did you know Jimmy was an omega?” Dean asked.
Cas tried to ignore him, but when the full weight of what Dean said hit him, it was like a punch in the gut. Cas let out a whimper.
“I’m not an omega,” Cas said, not quite sure why he was fighting something that was fact. "I’m not… that. Angels are genderless.“
"Yeah, but your body is,” Sam said.
“It hurts,” Cas groaned into the pillow.
“That’s why we need to talk,” Dean said. "You’re already in heat, so suppressors won’t help. What we need to talk about is if you want us to leave you alone here to ride it out or-“
"Don’t leave!” Cas growled as he pulled himself up to his knees and glared at them. As soon as he realized what he’d said, how he’d made it an order, as soon as he saw the expressions of shock on their faces, his shoulders dropped. "I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do. And I don’t want to be alone.“
"We can give you some tranquilizers,” Sam said, rubbing his palms over his knees as he sat the edge of Dean’s bed.
Cas was distracted by the movement, and then his eyes strayed to Sam’s crotch, where he was obviously hard. Cas wanted it. He wanted Sam to just do what he was supposed to do. He didn’t want them to hesitate or make a big deal out of this.
“Cas,” Dean said, waving a hand in Cas’ face and sitting down on the edge of Sam’s bed. When he had Cas’ attention he gave him a small smile. "You’re not in any condition to consent, and we’re not going to take advantage of you, okay?“
Cas frowned, trying to figure out what Dean was saying, and when he realized just what Dean meant, he felt a flare of anger through his body that made his face flush.
"I’m not a child or some naive being who has no idea what’s going on,” Cas snarled. "I’ve been alive longer than you can imagine, seen more than you can comprehend, and when I pulled you from Hell, I formed the body you’re currently using. Do not mistake inexperience for innocence.“
Dean blinked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Well, we’re here if you want us to help.”
Cas shivered, wincing as the slick leaked from his asshole and dribbled onto his leg. He curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his middle and panting. He didn’t want to feel vulnerable, and he didn’t know why he would, but he did.
“You both smell so good,” Cas said through clenched teeth. "I just want… I don’t… I want it. I want… Please. Please help me.“
He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, the ache in his cock and balls even worse. His asshole felt too small and too big at the same time, and he needed something, but the idea of shoving something in there sounded awful and wonderful, and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
"We got you, Cas,” Sam said, and his big hands were wrapping around Cas’ upper arms and lifting him.
Cas let out a sob of desperation as he looked up at Sam, who was kneeling on the bed in front of him, completely naked and hard. Cas didn’t know when he’d taken his clothes off, but he didn’t care. Sam was beautiful and right there. Dean was still pulling off his jeans, but soon joined them on the bed as Sam’s fingers trailed down Cas’ sweaty back.
“Please,” Cas whimpered as Sam ran his fingers over Cas’ wet hole, his right arm bracing Cas’ chest to hold him up.
Sam placed gentle kisses on his shoulder and neck, murmuring something about Cas and how everything was okay and he didn’t have to worry about anything, but Cas couldn’t concentrate. Two alphas were touching him, kissing him. Their combined scent was something he’d known for years, and it felt like home.
Dean stroked his cock, his hand already slick with lube, and Cas’ hips thrust forward without conscious thought, trying to get more even as Sam pushed two fingers into his hole.
Cas’ head dropped forward, smacking Dean’s chin and collar bone, but he couldn’t hold himself up, and they had him, they were holding him. He tried to figure out who was touching him where, but he gave up and just let them do whatever they wanted. They’d take care of him. They’d be there for him.
Dean lifted Cas’ arms and put them over his own shoulders, and Cas put all his weight on Dean, turning his face toward Dean’s neck and sucking on the skin he found there.
Sam was behind him, and Cas whimpered as three, then four fingers were inside him, pushing and stretching and not nearly enough. He needed more. Wanted more.
“Ready, Cas?” Sam asked.
“Please,” Cas said, voice cracking.
He let out a long moan as Sam’s cock filled him. It was big. It was perfect. It was everything he wanted. And Dean was whispering in his ear and stroking his cock, a noisy squelching that only turned Cas on more.
Cas could feel Sam’s knot. Could feel it every time Sam fucked into him. It was bigger than Sam’s cock, and he didn’t know how it would fit, but he didn’t care. He wanted it because he didn’t know it could feel like this. It was strange and all-consuming, and he didn’t know why he’d never tried it before.
“Ready for his knot, Cas?” Dean asked. "It’ll feel so good. Fill you up. You’re gonna stretch around him and it’s gonna be so tight, feel so good you won’t ever want it to stop.“
"Yeah,” Cas said, fingers in Dean’s hair, yanking and pulling him closer, wishing he could climb inside Dean. "Yeah, I want that.“
Sam fucked him harder, arms wrapped around him as he pulled Cas back. Cas winced as Sam’s knot pounded against his rim, and when it finally pushed through, Cas cried out, his body shaking and waves of pleasure ripping through him as he came. And of course he knew what it felt like because he had all Jimmy’s memories, but experiencing it was different. It was better than he thought it would be. So full. So owned. So perfect.
Cas didn’t have the strength to hold himself up at all anymore, so he just let go, and Sam pulled him back, the two of them falling back until Cas was spread out over Sam as Sam lay on the bed, their legs spread and Sam’s knot tugging on Cas’ hole because of the position they were in.
"You comin’?” Sam asked.
Cas frowned. He thought he already had, but then Dean was scooting closer and fucking the crease between Cas’ leg and body, his cock dragging over Cas’ balls.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean growled.
Cas whimpered as Dean ran his fingers round Cas’ rim, poking at it and pushing. Cas was sore, but his cock twitched when he saw how much Dean was enjoying it. Dean was getting off without even fucking him. Dean’s eyes seeing it all.
“Look so fuckin’ hot, you guys,” Dean panted as he pulled back and slapped Cas’ taint and stretched rim with his cock. "Fuck, oh, oh yeah, shit,“ he hissed as he stroked himself, coming on Cas’ balls and rubbing his release into the skin of Cas’ thighs and down around Sam’s cock, which was slowly getting smaller.
"Feel better or do we need to go again?” Sam asked.
Cas closed his eyes as Dean licked them clean. "More later. Feels good like this for a while.“
Sam wrapped his arms around Cas and spread his hands over Cas’ chest and belly. "Anything you want, Cas,” he said, then kissed the top of Cas’ head.
Cas’ lips twitched into a smile as Dean licked his belly clean, his tongue working between Sam’s fingers as Sam chuckled.
“I get to knot you later, right?” Dean asked as he climbed off the bed.
“Yes, and then maybe Sam again,” Cas said. "And after Sam’s done, I want you to knot me again.“
Dean chuckled as he started to wash Cas down with a warm, wet washcloth. Cas felt calm for the first time in days, weeks maybe. He felt cared for and content. He felt full. He felt like he belonged and comfortable in his own skin, in the body that he’d felt trapped in before.
He felt like he was home even though he was in some random motel room in the middle of nowhere. His home was wherever his alphas were.
End.
Pairing: Sam/Dean/Castiel
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17/Adult/Explicit
Word Count: 2k
Alternate Link: Tumblr
Full List of Kinks and/or Warnings: [Spoiler (click to open)]ABO (but canon otherwise), Wincestiel, heat, desperation, virginity, knotting, handjob, self-lubrication, begging, fingering, frottage, fucking/anal sex, threesome
Setting: ABO AU
Summary: Cas doesn't realize what's going on with his body until he's already in heat. Losing his grace suddenly makes things more difficult.
A/N: This was written for rieraclaelin's birthday.
Cas got into the shower, uncomfortable and unsure what was upsetting him. He wasn’t used to being a human yet. There were things that came easily, but other things just didn’t. With Sam and Dean’s help, the transition wasn’t as bad as it could’ve been.
He tilted his face up, remembering to hold his breath as the water ran over his forehead, cheeks, nose, and lips. It felt so different without his grace buffering everything.
Dean had suggested taking a shower, and even though Cas didn’t believe it would help, he did it anyway, because the Winchesters were there for him. He appreciated it.
Cas groaned, tilting his head down and frowning at his vessel’s hard cock. Only it wasn’t his vessel anymore. It was his body. Jimmy wasn’t around any longer.
Cas cupped his cock and balls, wincing when it didn’t relieve the pressure. He knew how to masturbate, but he’d never done it before. He didn’t really want to do it. He just wanted the ache to go away.
He turned the lever to cold and bit his lip, forcing himself to stay under the shower head, shivering and miserable. Finally he sighed and turned the water off. It wasn’t working and he was only more miserable than he was before.
Cas dried himself off, trying to ignore his hard cock, his sore balls, and the annoying tingle in his ass. He didn’t want to put his clothes on. Sam and Dean would give him a hard time about it, but he didn’t care. He felt awful. And he wanted something. But he didn’t know what it was. He wanted it really badly. Something.
He walked out of the bathroom and flopped down onto the nearest motel room bed, which happened to be Sam’s, grabbing a pillow and shoving his face into it, letting out a whine. He didn’t care if Sam or Dean heard him. Didn’t care if they saw him.
“Hey, Cas?” Dean said.
Dean was close. He wasn’t on the bed, but Cas could tell he was within reach. He could smell Dean, and Dean smelled really good. So good.
“Yes, Dean?” Cas mumbled into the pillow.
“We gotta talk,” Dean said.
“I don’t feel like talking,” Cas said, grabbing another pillow and covering his head with it. His hair was still wet, and he was getting the pillow wet. Dean told him it wasn’t good to sleep on a wet pillow, but he’d worry about that later.
“Cas?” Sam said, and he was just as close as Dean.
“If it’s a hunt, then you two go ahead,” Cas said. "I’m just going to stay here.“
"No, it’s not a hunt,” Sam said.
Cas could hear the gentle tone to Sam’s voice, and it was soothing even though he didn’t know why.
“We need to talk about what you’re feeling right now,” Sam said.
“I’m feeling irritated and tired,” Cas said, a little of that irritation leaking into his voice. He couldn’t help it. Sam’s scent had mixed with Dean’s and they both smelled wonderful. He had a sudden urge to lick them.
“Cas, did you know Jimmy was an omega?” Dean asked.
Cas tried to ignore him, but when the full weight of what Dean said hit him, it was like a punch in the gut. Cas let out a whimper.
“I’m not an omega,” Cas said, not quite sure why he was fighting something that was fact. "I’m not… that. Angels are genderless.“
"Yeah, but your body is,” Sam said.
“It hurts,” Cas groaned into the pillow.
“That’s why we need to talk,” Dean said. "You’re already in heat, so suppressors won’t help. What we need to talk about is if you want us to leave you alone here to ride it out or-“
"Don’t leave!” Cas growled as he pulled himself up to his knees and glared at them. As soon as he realized what he’d said, how he’d made it an order, as soon as he saw the expressions of shock on their faces, his shoulders dropped. "I’m sorry. I just don’t know what to do. And I don’t want to be alone.“
"We can give you some tranquilizers,” Sam said, rubbing his palms over his knees as he sat the edge of Dean’s bed.
Cas was distracted by the movement, and then his eyes strayed to Sam’s crotch, where he was obviously hard. Cas wanted it. He wanted Sam to just do what he was supposed to do. He didn’t want them to hesitate or make a big deal out of this.
“Cas,” Dean said, waving a hand in Cas’ face and sitting down on the edge of Sam’s bed. When he had Cas’ attention he gave him a small smile. "You’re not in any condition to consent, and we’re not going to take advantage of you, okay?“
Cas frowned, trying to figure out what Dean was saying, and when he realized just what Dean meant, he felt a flare of anger through his body that made his face flush.
"I’m not a child or some naive being who has no idea what’s going on,” Cas snarled. "I’ve been alive longer than you can imagine, seen more than you can comprehend, and when I pulled you from Hell, I formed the body you’re currently using. Do not mistake inexperience for innocence.“
Dean blinked at him for a moment, then nodded. "Okay. Well, we’re here if you want us to help.”
Cas shivered, wincing as the slick leaked from his asshole and dribbled onto his leg. He curled in on himself, wrapping his arms around his middle and panting. He didn’t want to feel vulnerable, and he didn’t know why he would, but he did.
“You both smell so good,” Cas said through clenched teeth. "I just want… I don’t… I want it. I want… Please. Please help me.“
He squeezed his eyes shut and whimpered, the ache in his cock and balls even worse. His asshole felt too small and too big at the same time, and he needed something, but the idea of shoving something in there sounded awful and wonderful, and he didn’t know what to do with himself.
"We got you, Cas,” Sam said, and his big hands were wrapping around Cas’ upper arms and lifting him.
Cas let out a sob of desperation as he looked up at Sam, who was kneeling on the bed in front of him, completely naked and hard. Cas didn’t know when he’d taken his clothes off, but he didn’t care. Sam was beautiful and right there. Dean was still pulling off his jeans, but soon joined them on the bed as Sam’s fingers trailed down Cas’ sweaty back.
“Please,” Cas whimpered as Sam ran his fingers over Cas’ wet hole, his right arm bracing Cas’ chest to hold him up.
Sam placed gentle kisses on his shoulder and neck, murmuring something about Cas and how everything was okay and he didn’t have to worry about anything, but Cas couldn’t concentrate. Two alphas were touching him, kissing him. Their combined scent was something he’d known for years, and it felt like home.
Dean stroked his cock, his hand already slick with lube, and Cas’ hips thrust forward without conscious thought, trying to get more even as Sam pushed two fingers into his hole.
Cas’ head dropped forward, smacking Dean’s chin and collar bone, but he couldn’t hold himself up, and they had him, they were holding him. He tried to figure out who was touching him where, but he gave up and just let them do whatever they wanted. They’d take care of him. They’d be there for him.
Dean lifted Cas’ arms and put them over his own shoulders, and Cas put all his weight on Dean, turning his face toward Dean’s neck and sucking on the skin he found there.
Sam was behind him, and Cas whimpered as three, then four fingers were inside him, pushing and stretching and not nearly enough. He needed more. Wanted more.
“Ready, Cas?” Sam asked.
“Please,” Cas said, voice cracking.
He let out a long moan as Sam’s cock filled him. It was big. It was perfect. It was everything he wanted. And Dean was whispering in his ear and stroking his cock, a noisy squelching that only turned Cas on more.
Cas could feel Sam’s knot. Could feel it every time Sam fucked into him. It was bigger than Sam’s cock, and he didn’t know how it would fit, but he didn’t care. He wanted it because he didn’t know it could feel like this. It was strange and all-consuming, and he didn’t know why he’d never tried it before.
“Ready for his knot, Cas?” Dean asked. "It’ll feel so good. Fill you up. You’re gonna stretch around him and it’s gonna be so tight, feel so good you won’t ever want it to stop.“
"Yeah,” Cas said, fingers in Dean’s hair, yanking and pulling him closer, wishing he could climb inside Dean. "Yeah, I want that.“
Sam fucked him harder, arms wrapped around him as he pulled Cas back. Cas winced as Sam’s knot pounded against his rim, and when it finally pushed through, Cas cried out, his body shaking and waves of pleasure ripping through him as he came. And of course he knew what it felt like because he had all Jimmy’s memories, but experiencing it was different. It was better than he thought it would be. So full. So owned. So perfect.
Cas didn’t have the strength to hold himself up at all anymore, so he just let go, and Sam pulled him back, the two of them falling back until Cas was spread out over Sam as Sam lay on the bed, their legs spread and Sam’s knot tugging on Cas’ hole because of the position they were in.
"You comin’?” Sam asked.
Cas frowned. He thought he already had, but then Dean was scooting closer and fucking the crease between Cas’ leg and body, his cock dragging over Cas’ balls.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean growled.
Cas whimpered as Dean ran his fingers round Cas’ rim, poking at it and pushing. Cas was sore, but his cock twitched when he saw how much Dean was enjoying it. Dean was getting off without even fucking him. Dean’s eyes seeing it all.
“Look so fuckin’ hot, you guys,” Dean panted as he pulled back and slapped Cas’ taint and stretched rim with his cock. "Fuck, oh, oh yeah, shit,“ he hissed as he stroked himself, coming on Cas’ balls and rubbing his release into the skin of Cas’ thighs and down around Sam’s cock, which was slowly getting smaller.
"Feel better or do we need to go again?” Sam asked.
Cas closed his eyes as Dean licked them clean. "More later. Feels good like this for a while.“
Sam wrapped his arms around Cas and spread his hands over Cas’ chest and belly. "Anything you want, Cas,” he said, then kissed the top of Cas’ head.
Cas’ lips twitched into a smile as Dean licked his belly clean, his tongue working between Sam’s fingers as Sam chuckled.
“I get to knot you later, right?” Dean asked as he climbed off the bed.
“Yes, and then maybe Sam again,” Cas said. "And after Sam’s done, I want you to knot me again.“
Dean chuckled as he started to wash Cas down with a warm, wet washcloth. Cas felt calm for the first time in days, weeks maybe. He felt cared for and content. He felt full. He felt like he belonged and comfortable in his own skin, in the body that he’d felt trapped in before.
He felt like he was home even though he was in some random motel room in the middle of nowhere. His home was wherever his alphas were.
End.