I
can’t watch you with someone else. It’s tearing me apart. for Destiel – Dean/Michael with jealous Cas
After filling that prompt I got a request for continuations that went 2 different directions (and there might be continuations further down the road for THOSE) so, Here you go – in choose your own adventure style:
created for @spnpolybingo Title: Player Three Is Now Connected Ship: Dean/Castiel/Michael Square: Retail Workers Rating: T Word Count: 2063 AO3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11242086 Tags: Alternate Universe: Retail, Video Games, Mass Effect, Polyamory, Humour, Awkwardness
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Dean would be the first to admit that working at
Final Encounter Gaming wasn’t how he’d planned to spent the last 5 years
of his life. He’d certainly never intended to stay this long because
honestly the pay was kinda shit and retail had a tendency to suck the
life right out of you. Not to mention his boss, Zachariah, knew nothing
about gaming except that there was a lot of money in it. So here Dean
was, working a shit job for shit pay just because at this point
Zachariah let him have pretty much free reign of the store.
So
when Zachariah waltzed in on Tuesday morning Dean knew something was
up. Zachariah never came in this early on a Tuesday. “Good morning,
Dean-o!” Zachariah practically sung.
Dean plastered the biggest fake smile on his face that he could muster. “Good morning, boss.”
“So,
I know you’re pretty good for staff right now but my nephew needed a
job so he’s going to be starting this Friday. He only needs a couple
shifts a week, so I’m sure you’ll have no issue working him into the
schedule.
“That sounds great,” Dean lied through his teeth.
“Good
to hear!” Zachariah clapped Dean on the shoulder then started heading
to his office in the back. “I told him to come in while you were here
Friday so you can show him the ropes.”
“Sounds
great…” Dean made a disgusted face after Zachariah was out of view.
This was a disaster. Every one of Zachariah’s family members that he’d
given a job to were a nightmare to work with.
Cas stops pacing and for a hot second Dean thinks it’s because Cas is about to start another tangent about something else and completely glaze over the — “I haven’t watched any homosexual pornography,” Cas says, looking contemplative. “Perhaps I need to do more research.”
Oh, fuck me. “Uhh, sure. I mean, whatever ruffles your feathers, man.”
Cas does look at him then. “I don’t have feathers anymore, Dean.”
Asshole. Dean winces. “Tosses your salad,” he tries, and immediately wants to hit himself in the face. “Or, you know, flies your flag. I mean, hell, we’re in Kansas, but uh, no judgements here, right?”
Cas continues to stare at him. It’s just a different sort of stare, now.
There were so many great prompts from Thursday, but the one that stuck in my head was from @lezbfrenz, who asked “does dean consider cheesecake as pie?” That led to a 2-hour Twitter discussion and this 1.2k fic beta read by @pomegranatedaffodil and @areiton. Established Dean/Cas + Sam.
Dean knew he should’ve ordered that second cup of coffee before they left the diner, but he was determined to reach the bunker tonight, and the longer they’d sat in the booth, the more tempting the adjacent motel’s neon vacancy sign had started to look. Ignoring Sam’s suggestion that they check in for the night, Dean had signaled for the check. He’d filled his quota of burned motel coffee for a few dozen lifetimes.
He’d thought he was fine to drive–he’d gotten six hours last night after Cas insisted on rubbing his back–but with each mile, the monotony of the flat highway crept into his brain like fog, that out-of-body sensation that comes only with bone-deep exhaustion. He operated the car by muscle memory, spacing out between mile markers, and rubbed his eyes. If he could get them to water, that might revive him, but they were dry as charred bone. Normally he’d turn on the radio, but Cas was dozing in the back seat and Dean knew better than to wake him, since a sleep-deprived Castiel was only endearing in twenty-minute sprints.
Sam, though — Sam didn’t get off so easily. His head lolled against the passenger’s side window and his eyes were closed, but he repeatedly swept his tongue across his teeth in a manner that told Dean he was still awake.
“Hey.”
“What is it?” Sam yawned and belatedly covered his mouth. He pulled himself upright. “You want me to drive?”
“Just talk to me. Everything’s starting to look the same.”
Sam looked thoughtful for a moment and said, seriously, “Actually, something’s been bothering me since we left the diner.”
“Boston Cream Pie is a damned lie and it can blow me.”
Oh my god! I’ve pretty much said the same thing to my husband.
I’ve got to agree with Dean on both the Boston Cream Pie and cheesecake assessments.
I was fooled last year by someone I trusted! I, a cake hater, put that in my mouth. Bleh!!!
You’re wrong @unforth-ninawaters, even Dean would agree. Boston Creme pie is a lie! @rosemoonweaver this is what I was talking about. You’ll have to go to museaway’s blog for the whole thing.
Oh my gosh, this was the fic I was looking for! Yes! Cheesecake is not pie!
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Audiences Words: 1518 Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester, Mary Winchester Additional Tags: Kid Fic, Creature Castiel, octo!cas, Stuffed Toys, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Adorable Summary:
Castiel
was definitely somewhere he shouldn’t be. He was always told that
humans were dangerous. But surely this tiny human making the distressed
sounds couldn’t be dangerous.
“Please don’t do this,” Sam whined as he slumped into his bar stool.
“No, I want to see!” Charlie said. “Sam whines about it all the time but it can’t be that bad, right?”
“Exactly!” Dean winked at her and she winked back, though the rest of their group didn’t seem to notice the exchange. He turned to Cas. Cas had a small smile but other than that seemed as stoic as ever. “You wanna go first or should I?”
“You go first.”
“Okay.”
After rolling his shoulders a few times, he looked Cas straight in the eyes and said, “Are you the energizer bunny? ‘Cause you just keep going and going through my mind.”
Charlie snorted and Sam banged his head against the table.
Cas didn’t react, but somehow managed to keep a straight face as he said, “If I was a fox, I’d jump in your hole.”
“Oh god!” Sam downed half his beer and glared at Charlie for starting this.
Ignoring him, Dean continued. “Is there a rainbow out today? Because I just found the treasure I’m looking for.”
Cas: “You look so familiar… didn’t we take a class together? I could’ve sworn we had chemistry.”
Dean: “
I wanna live in your socks so I can be with you every step of the way.“
Cas: “
If you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.
“
On and on it went until Dean had psyched himself up enough. He felt Charlie’s encouraging look as he reached into his pocket and got ready.
“Hey babe, feel my shirt.”
Dean held out his arm and Cas played along, feeling the flannel between his fingers. “It’s nice. What’s it made out of?”
God he loved Cas so much for feeding him the line.
“Husband material.” And then, before he could freak out too much, he slid the ring box across the table.
“Holy shit,” Sam breathed. Jo gasped and Garth squealed slightly. Benny choked on his drink but managed not to cough too loudly as all eyes turned to Cas.
Cas looked absolutely stunned as he sat there frozen. Dean was starting to think this was a bad idea, but then Charlie gave a loud a-HEM and Cas snapped out of it. With a huge smile, he reached down for the ring.
“I think you’re right,” he said as he slipped the ring on. “It is made of husband material.”
The whole group whooped and hollered. Dean pretty much tackled Cas in a kiss before waving over the bartender and ordering a round for everybody. They couldn’t keep their hands off each other. Cas crowded into Dean’s space, Dean kept an arm around Cas’ back or over his shoulders or maybe just holding hands. Made it hard to do the toast, but they made it work.
I have finally finished Burn! The final chapter is up on AO3 Here
I want to thank @samanddeaninpanties Without her I would have never finished this story. She was my personal cheer leader and my biggest fan.
“Cas.” Cas rasped.
“Hmm?” Sam’s brows were furrowed. His patient was shivering harder now.
“You can call me Cas… my friends call me that.”
Sam’s warm smile could be heard in his voice. It made Cas smile too. “I would like that Cas.”
When
the Vaseline was gone, Sam poured a little more saline over Cas’ chest
arm and back then reached onto the cart for more Vaseline. “This should
feel good.”
Cas sniffled and wiped his face with his hand. “Okay… Why are you nursing here instead of working as a medic?”
Sam
chuckled. He got a generous dollop of Vaseline on his fingers and
started spreading it along Cas’ skin. The action got him another
delicious moan. “I was a medic.” He replied. “I broke my
leg in the field. They sent me here and when I was healed enough to walk
i started working here instead of going home.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way Sam… but I am immensely happy that you broke your leg.”
Sam barked a laugh. It made his eyes light up. Seeing him laugh
like that made Cas warm up from the inside out. Even though the person
next to him was yelling at Sam to shut up. He looked
down
into Cas’ eyes. “So am I.”
“Oh, no,” she said, quelling the expression and donning her best customer-service smile. “I hadn’t heard that.”
“Sorry, I thought I’d told you,” said Lilith. God, Meg hated doing business with this woman, but money was money. “Your services will no longer required; the Ruby Consortium put in a highly competitive bid.”
‘Ruby Consortium’ my ass, God, what kind of arrogant cunt names a business after herself and claims it’s a fricken Consortium?
Ruby. Of course.
“According to Paragraph 3, Subsection 2.4a of our contract, you are required to inform Masters, Inc., if we are outbid, allow us to view the bid, and give us time to prepare a counter offer,” said Meg smoothly.
I mean, if her name was Masters, that’d be different. But who’d buy from ‘Meg, Inc.’ No one, right? Except maybe the same douche bags who are happy to buy from ‘the Ruby Consortium.’
“You just happened to have that part of the contract memorized?” said Lilith sourly. Meg nodded.
Just happened to get warning yesterday evening that you had this up your sleeve.
I won’t lose to anyone.
Least of all Ruby.
Lilith sighed. “Fine. Speak to my secretary about a copy of the proposed bid, and you’re welcome to try to convince me. 24 hours, Meg.”
Recognizing the dismissal, Meg ducked her head politely, rose, and left Lilith’s office. Brief conversation with the secretary secured a copy of Ruby’s bid – utterly unnecessary, Meg already had a copy, but she didn’t want Lilith to know that – and she’d stayed up most of the previous night preparing her counter-offer.
Ruby thought she had Meg beat.
Ruby really oughta know better.
****
“You…you…you whore!” fumed Ruby, storming into Meg’s office. Allowing herself a cold smile, Meg looked up. God, she loved how passionate Ruby got when she was pissed about something, when her normally perfect features twisted with emotion and her usually sleek hair made a disheveled halo about her head.
“Must I remind you that the non-disclosure agreement you signed regarding my college profession is still in place?” Meg said mildly. Staying calm in the face of Ruby’s anger only made her more pissed, her skin flushing red, her eyes gleaming.
“There’s no one else to hear,” snapped Ruby, stomping across the room and hopping to sit on Meg’s desk, ignoring the papers she scrunched as she did. “Just like there was no definitely no one to hear about the deal I struck with Lilith!”
“I suppose the walls have ears.” Meg folded her hands on the table and looked up at Ruby, offering her a glib smile. For a wonder, steam didn’t pour out of Ruby’s ears.
“Where’d you hide it?” Ruby demanded ominously.
“Uh uh uh,” said Meg, waggling a finger before Ruby’s nose. Ruby nipped at her, but Meg didn’t flinch. “That’s not how this game’s played. Say it.”
“No!” said Ruby, pouting.
“Ruby…”
“You cheated, Meg!”
“What, and you’ve never cheated?” Meg scoffed. “I remember the stunt you pulled with my fax machine.”
“Oh, yeah.” Ruby broke into a grin. “That was a classic.”
“Say it!”
“Fine,” Ruby sighed and rolled her eyes. “You win this round.”
“Good,” said Meg. With a decisive nod, she rose and walked across her office, straightening her business suit. “I think the pink dildo. And the vibrator for you, the crotch of the strap on should hold it in. And I expect you to behave.”
“Or what, you’ll spank me?” taunted Ruby, rising and following her, moving with cat-like grace.
She’s gotten too confident by half.
“Oh, I can do far worse than that,” Meg promised. Ruby met her eyes, some of her confidence ebbing away, though Meg only recognized the change thanks to intimate experience over the course of years – a slight quiver of Ruby’s shoulders, a widening in her eyes, small signs of how affected she was.
“I look forward to you trying,” Ruby replied, a sultry promise in her voice.
This was, by far, the most enjoyable business rivalry Meg had ever had.
“In my bedroom. On your knees. Naked. Blind-folded. Wearing the strap on. Five minutes, Ruby. Go!”
And Ruby went.
And Meg smiled.
Damn did we play Lilith well. Not that that was Ruby’s intention, but it sure worked out. How did Lilith not know we’re married?
Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
But it will hurt Ruby.
And we’ll both love every minutes of it.
“Four minutes left!” Meg shouted, loosening her tie and starting toward the bedroom.
There was a squeak and a clatter, and Meg’s smile widened.
Maybe during the scene today I can convince her to finally change that damn business name…
“What’s your safe word, Ruby?” she called, kicking off her heels.
“Consortium!” Ruby shouted back.
…or not…
…oh well. Next time…
…unless I lose next time.
That’s always fun too.
A minute early, Meg stepped into her bedroom.
Ruby was ready, breasts rising and falling with each calm breath.
God I love her.
“We’re going to have so much fun today,” said Meg.
“Yes, mistress!”
So, so much.
“That bid was very poorly constructed,” Meg said, running a finger over Ruby’s chin. “You’ll never beat me that way.”
“Beat me, mistress,” breathed Ruby. Meg’s breath caught, heat pooling between her legs.
Oh, she was going to beat Ruby alright. And ride her, and press the vibrator against her clit, and lick up every delicious drop she leaked, and if Ruby came?
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