Title: Witchcraft and Whiskers Rating: Teen & Up Ship: Destiel Tags: Halloween, fluff, cats, AU, spell failure, cat!Dean, bed sharing Prompt: #16 Link: Read it on AO3
Summary: Castiel brings home a disgruntled, abandoned cat the night before Halloween. He thinks nothing of it. He lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Castiel wakes up to find his animal companion gone and a certain someone standing in his kitchen. Naked.
So my fic for @rosemoonweaver ‘s Fic-O-Ween challenge got a teensy bit out of hand but! Here is the first chapter! Don’t worry, it’s all written, gonna try my best to post chapters weekly.
Title: Lazarus Writing Rating: Explicit Ship: Destiel Warnings/Tags: Human!Cas, Writer AU, Bisexual Dean, Gay Castiel, Canon-typical violence and minor character deaths Prompt:
Castiel is an author struggling to come up with his next novel. Luckily for them, a gift arrives in the mail from his publisher: a fancy new notebook and pen set with a note that promises to “bring new life to your writing”. It’s all fine until Castiel decides to write his grocery list in the back of the book… only to find the items have materialized in the kitchen. So, Castiel is in possession of some freaky magic which could be pretty amazing… if it weren’t for the fact that he just started a new novel in that book and the contents are not something he wants to see in this world.
Castiel’s mood was not at all improved by the time he shouldered his way back into his apartment, groceries in arms. If anything, he’d spent the intervening hours only becoming more and more bitter about the fact that no one seemed to care what he wanted to write. They just wanted him to shit out the same old shlock. Wasn’t this job supposed to be done for the joy of it? It wasn’t like he wanted to write the Great American Novel or anything; he just wanted to write something original. Something meaningful, something true.
But the sad truth was that nothing was original and that truth and meaning were in the eye of the beholder. The more and more he thought about it, the more he wondered why it was so important to him that he do something different? What did he think he could do in a new novel that he couldn’t do in a Julie Chase story? Maybe he was shoving himself in his own box.
He set down the grocery bags on the counter and stared blankly at his writing nook. Well. You know what they say. Kill your darlings.
A small animal follows Character A home one night. Character A thinks nothing of it, and lets the animal inside and gives it something to eat and a warm place to sleep. Pretty typical, right? Well, that would be until Character A wakes up to find their animal companion gone and a stranger standing in their kitchen. Naked.
(I changed it so it wasn’t a stranger in the kitchen, sorry)
Title: Princess and the Frog Fandom: Supernatural Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Explicit Tags: First time; pining; Top Cas/Bottom Dean; Cursed Cas; blow jobs; hand jobs Word count: 3000 Excerpt:
“Come on, Cas, where are you?” Dean hung up on yet another voicemail message, and ignored Sam’s concerned moose face.
“Still nothing?”
“He won’t pick up his damn phone.”
They were trudging down a painfully residential street. There were skulls in the windows and cheap plastic ghouls hanging in the trees. As night descended, little pumpkin fairy lights came on all around them. It actually hurt Dean’s eyes to be surrounded by so much orange.
“He’ll show up, man. He’s probably got a lead.”
“Yeah, well, why did he leave a message saying we should come if he couldn’t even be bothered to specify where?”
Sam could only shrug. Dean hunched his shoulders and scowled at the pavement. He hated not having Cas around. He hated not having his stupid, pretty face staring unblinkingly at him. He hated—
Reerrt.
He blinked at Sam. “Was that you?”
“Was what me?”
Reerrt.
Dean looked around wildly. “Did you hear that?”
Reerrt.
There was a little brown frog sitting on the nearest letterbox, looking straight at Dean and making a noise like a rusty zipper. Reerrt.
“Hey there, little frog.” Dean approached cautiously. It was… kinda cute? And it had distracted him from his downward where-is-Cas spiral, so he was inclined to like it automatically. He held his hand out to it and crowed with delight when it jumped onto his palm, making the weird sound again. He held it out to Sam.
“Ugh, Dean, what the hell! Put that down, it’s probably poisonous.”
“Hey,” Dean said, affronted. “Don’t be rude.” He put the little frog on his shoulder, and it croaked right into his ear, which made all the hairs on that side of his head stand on end. When Sam scowled at him he stuck his tongue out.
The frog stayed on his shoulder for the whole walk home.
Title: It’s the Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester Rating: Explicit Ship: Sastiel (Sam Winchester/Castiel) Warnings/Tags: Rape/Non-Con; Mind Control; Creature Castiel; Lawyer Sam; Tentacles; Tentacle Rape; Oviposition; Mpreg; Depictions of Giving Birth; Pregnant Sam Winchester; Bottom Sam Winchester; Prompt: 12. Pumpkin patches are all good-natured fun. Hayrides, pumpkin picking, candied apples, it’s always the best part of fall. Character A was expecting to find the perfect pumpkin for carving nestled in among the vines but they weren’t expecting to find…
Sam goes to a local pumpkin patch pick up a pumpkin for Dean’s family,
but instead finds a handsome blue-eyed man. Unfortunately for Sam,
Castiel is not at all what he seems.
Summary: Eighteen-year-old Meg loses her family in a car accident and decides what’s dead shouldn’t stay dead – she summons a demon in order to get her family back.Turns out Castiel isn’t your average crossroads demon and requires more than a kiss to seal the deal.
Once her family is resurrected tensions run high and ultimately Meg decides to move out. She focuses her attention on school and friends – some friends are more dangerous than others. By day she’s a student making the best of a less than ideal situation. She doesn’t plan on letting her ten years go to waste. By night she dreams about a certain wild-haired demon using her in various ways. Eventually, she drops out of Stanford. Her dreams don’t stop though and she takes measures to keep the demon out of her head and heart.
Kinktober Day 10: Gunplay Ship: Sam/Jimmy Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Gunplay, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Face-Fucking, Pistol-Whipping, Under-negotiated Kink, Dubious Consent, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Choking, Asphyxiation, Fear Play, Impact Play, Facials, Dom Sam, Sub Jimmy Novak, Dom/sub, Bad gun safety, Implied Winjimstiel, Implied/Referenced Incest, Castiel/Jimmy mentioned, Consensual But Not Safe Or Sane, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat Part of the Peacemaker Winjimstiel Serial Killer ‘Verse AO3 Link
Sam’s fingers tightened around Jimmy’s neck as he gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing against Sam’s palm.
“You’re going to do exactly what I tell you, do you understand?” Sam asked.
Jimmy nodded, biting his lip. He tried not to let his eyes trail down to the gun in Sam’s left hand, but they did anyway.
“If you’re a good boy I won’t have to use it,” Sam said, “is that clear?”
Jimmy nodded again, though this time the butt of the gun collided with his cheek. “Fuck,” he groaned.
“I said,” Sam tightened his hand around Jimmy’s throat, shoving him more firmly against the wall, “is that clear?”
“Yes,” Jimmy gasped, “yes, sir.” His lungs were already burning and the tears in his eyes were making everything blur together in a watery mess.
Sam let go of his throat and Jimmy gasped, pulling in harsh gulps of air. His heart was racing and the room around him was starting to spin. He stumbled a bit as Sam stepped back and shoved him to his knees. Jimmy caught himself with his hands as Sam hovered above him.
Sam undid his belt and pants before grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of the neck and shoving Jimmy’s face into his crotch. Jimmy groaned, breathing in Sam’s musky scent. He took to nuzzling his nose against the outline of Sam’s hardening cock, breathing hot against it as he went. Jimmy mouthed at Sam’s swelling cock, leaving wet marks against the fabric. He sucked at the head once he reached it, pulling it into his mouth, cotton and all. He took at much as he could into his mouth, but the elastic made it difficult and he had to back off after an inch or so. Still, he continued to suck and drool on Sam’s cock.
Sam held him down by the scruff of his neck, the head of his dick all Jimmy could get past his lips. Jimmy teased at what he could guess was the slit through the wet underwear. Sam thrust his hips, knocking Jimmy off balance and gagging him. Sam chuckled.
“You’d think you never had a dick in your mouth with the way you act,” Sam said.
“Well, it’s a little hard with the – “
Sam jerked Jimmy’s head backward, making him hiss. “Did I tell you you could speak?” Sam asked.
“No.”
“No what?”
“No, sir,” Jimmy hissed through his teeth.
Sam released his head, stepping back, then frowning. “How Cas was ever able to train you, I’ll never understand.” He clucked his tongue raising the gun. “It’s a damn shame, really.” He pulled back the hammer.
“Sam, what are you doing?” Jimmy asked, scrambling backward on the threadbare carpet.
“Didn’t I tell you not to say anything?” Sam asked. His voice was even as he stalked forward with his gun in Jimmy’s face.
“Seriously, Sam, what are you doing?” Jimmy’s voice squeaked as his feet hit the wall behind him.
Sam pressed the barrel of the gun to Jimmy’s forehead. Jimmy gulped. “Is it loaded?” Jimmy whispered. The cold metal left his skin, and for a moment Jimmy sighed in relief. Then the butt of the gun collided with his other cheek. He cried out, covering his face with his hand. God, that was a good hit. Probably split his cheek open. Sure enough, when he pulled his hand away there was blood on his fingers.
“Don’t say another word. Are we clear?” Sam asked. He stood up straight, all six foot something of intimidating asshole looming over him with a sick little smile on his lips. He really was terrifying when he got in one of his moods. He could be a nice guy, or as nice as anyone who murdered people for a living could be, but every once in a while Jimmy was reminded of just how cold he could be. Apparently, Sam looming over him with a gun and a smile was one of those times.
Jimmy nodded. He kept his hands on his knees to keep them from shaking.
Sam brought the gun back, pressing the barrel to Jimmy’s lips. “Open,” he said. Jimmy did.
He nearly pulled away when it slid against his tongue, but kept still. His mouth watered against the awful tang of metal but he kept his eyes on Sam. He was still smiling that slick smile Jimmy had never had the misfortune of having directed at him. He’d seen it enough, though. It was that wicked look Sam got when their targets started begging. If there had been any question as to whether or not Sam got off on the power of having someone else’s life in his hands, there wasn’t now. Jimmy barely resisted the shudder that tingled down his spine and settled in his crotch. In spite of all else, his dick was interested.
“Now,” Sam said, “be a good boy and suck.”
Jimmy closed his lips around the barrel, sucking on it as Sam slid it further in until his lips touched the trigger guard and the sight was brushing the back of his throat.
“That’s it,” Sam said, “like you’re sucking a cock.” Jimmy slid off the gun at the same time Sam pulled it back, building a slow rhythm as Jimmy got used to the feeling against his tongue. He was drooling a little too much, but he didn’t dare move his hand to try and wipe the spit from his chin. He just kept his eyes locked on Sam and kept his movements even.
Above him, Sam’s smile faltered as he licked his lips. His breath came out a little more ragged, and his eyes seemed unfocused in that way that could only mean arousal. He was also palming his cock, which was still trapped behind his underwear.
Sam pulled the gun away one final time and stopped Jimmy from following with a hand on his arm. Jimmy bit his lip and waited as Sam dropped his pants and underwear, pulling his cock out and stroking. He brushed the tip of his cock against Jimmy’s lips and chin, smearing pre-come as he went.
“Open,” Sam said, slipping his dick past Jimmy’s lips. He ran his hand through Jimmy’s hair, jerking his head upwards so he couldn’t look anywhere but the ceiling. Sam thrust his hips, his dick sliding across Jimmy’s tongue and nudging at the back of his throat. Jimmy gagged.
Sam pulled his hard harder, making him groan. “Just relax,” Sam said, “just sit there and take it. Good boys don’t react.” There was laughter in his voice and Jimmy barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Leave it to Sam to turn his own words against him.
Sam’s next slide was more forceful, and Jimmy sputtered around his cock. He breathed in through his nose as Sam gave a few more shallow thrusts, willing himself to relax his throat enough to let Sam slide down. It wasn’t the easiest thing in the world. He was still very much away for the gun Sam had in his other hand. Or, he assumed Sam was still holding it. He hadn’t heard it drop and he couldn’t see it.
Jimmy concentrated on his breathing, pulling air in through his nose slow and deep in the moments that Sam’s cock wasn’t down his throat. The musky taste of pre-come slid across his tongue and Jimmy longed to swallow. As it was he was drooling all over himself. Jimmy rolled his eyes. That must be an attractive sight.
Sam grunted above him, his fists gripping tighter in Jimmy’s hair and sending pinpricks of pain and pleasure through his skull and down his spine. Jimmy wanted to hiss, but he couldn’t do more than sputter. He could slide his hands up Sam’s legs, resting one on his thigh while the other edged towards his balls. He cupped them in his palm, rolling the smooth sack in his hand, letting his long fingers slide back to the soft flesh between Sam’s legs.
“Fuck,” Sam groaned, rocking forward harder. Jimmy redoubled his efforts, pressing the tips of his fingers hard to where he thought Sam’s prostate was while rolling Sam’s balls in his palm.
“Shit,” Sam laughed. He moaned louder, his thighs started to quiver under Jimmy’s hand. His breath was more grunt and groan than anything else before he thrust in one more time, holding Jimmy tight as he buried himself down his throat. Jimmy held his breath waiting for Sam’s release. He wasn’t coming. Jimmy swallowed on reflex, but all Sam did was moan.
He couldn’t breathe, not with Sam down his throat, and he couldn’t help the fact that he panicked. He pushed at Sam’s thighs, trying to pull himself off Sam’s cock, but Sam kept him steady. Sam didn’t let go until Jimmy’s lungs were screaming for air.
Jimmy sputtered, gasping and spitting when Sam finally let go and pulled out. “You – fucking – jackass,” Jimmy huffed, hands on his thighs as he caught his breath, “warn me next time!”
Sam pulled Jimmy up by his chin and held him there. “Nah. I liked it when you panic,” he said.
“You’re one sick fucker.”
“Takes one to know one.” Sam let go of Jimmy and began stroking his own cock. “Stay right there,” Sam said. He was still holding the goddamn gun, but it was at least pointed at the floor. Sam threw his head back, biting his lips. He was close. Jimmy shut his eyes.
The second Sam came he let out a deep groan, and Jimmy braced himself for the splash of warm come across his cheek. He flinched a little when it hit his face, but for the most part, he stayed still. He opened his eyes, catching come on his cheekbone out of the corner of his eye. Sam had moved from directly in front of him to the corner of one of the motel beds, laying half on his back with his feet still on the floor. His softening cock was still out for everyone to see. Jimmy snorted.
“Your face okay?” Sam asked, lolling his head to the side.
Jimmy flexed his jaw, rubbing at the warmth of a blossoming bruise on his one clean cheek. “Fuck. You got me good.”
Sam huffed a laugh. “You don’t listen.”
“Oh fuck you, Sam.” Jimmy rolled his eyes, picking up a spare shirt from the floor and wiping his cheek. It was probably Dean’s but oh well, that’s what he gets for leaving his shit on the floor.
“You already did. Hence what just happened,” Sam said, waiving between the two of them with the gun.
Jimmy rolled his eyes. Well, Sam did say get him back. He really should have asked for clarification. “And could you put that goddamn thing down please?”
Sam rolled his eyes and set the gun on the bed. Jimmy sighed, pulling himself up on his feet. His knees popped. Great. He was gonna be sore for a while. “By the way,” Jimmy said, making his way to the bathroom. He needed a hot shower to relax his muscles and take care of his fear boner, “that thing wasn’t loaded, was it?”
Fandom: Supernatural Rating: General Ship: Dean/Jimmy, DCJ
Warnings/Tags: Doppelganger, Changelings, fairie realm, Halloween, all hallows eve, spells, Twins, Separated at Birth
Prompt: Character A keeps running into someone. It’s never for very long and always at the worst times: a brief glimpse as they walk in separate directions, across a crowded street, getting off the train as Character A gets on. The weird part? They look exactly like Character A. The freaky part? Character A was born with a twin who didn’t make it past birth. Word count: 5335
Summary
A rash of mysterious sightings of an equally mysterious person, a shocking family secret, and the realization that there is more to the world than he first realized all lead to the most intense Halloween Jimmy Novak has ever had in his entire life.
Jimmy’s head whipped around but it was already gone. His feet stuttered to a stop, his arm pulling and moving without it him until Dean, too, stopped and turned to look at his boyfriend in concern.
“Jimmy? What’s wrong?” Dean walked back, still holding Jimmy’s hand.
“I…I don’t know. I thought I saw…never mind.” Jimmy shook his head and laughed a little, the sound of it odd to even his own ears. “I think all the spooky decorations going up are starting to get to me. Tell me again why Halloween is your favorite time of year?”
“Free. Candy.” Dean stated with a grin.
Jimmy laughed again, the sound freer and more real this time. “Dude, you can’t even go trick or treating. How are you going to get free candy?”
“Easy. I’m gonna steal it from Sammy,” Dean’s grin got even wider and Jimmy’s laugh grew more boisterous.
“You are ridiculous. And a horrible older brother,” Jimmy teased as they started walking again. What he’d thought he’d seen completely forgotten.
Until a couple of days later as he stood waiting to cross the street. He glanced up from his phone to check the road – needlessly, as the cars were still whipping past at what he was fairly certain were over the limit speeds – only to see it again.
Him.
But it couldn’t be. It just wasn’t possible. Right? Dark, messy hair, blue eyes, a little scruffier looking than Jimmy was but it was still him. Jimmy felt like he was looking into an odd mirror. The clothes were different, and the man across the street staring at him had a sad, soulful gaze. But it was him . It was Jimmy. Except that he was Jimmy, so how could the stranger also be Jimmy?
They stared into each other’s eyes, Jimmy gaping as he tried to figure out what was going on, until a semi rumbled down the street amidst the other cars, temporarily blocking his view of the stranger.
When the truck was gone, so was the doppelganger.
The light changed and Jimmy shook his head and crossed the street, pushing the incident out of his mind.
This was done for @rosemoonweaver‘s Halloween challenge. I hope you all like it. I hope I properly warned. I will be posting it on AO3 later but I wanted to get it out there. Enjoy!
Warnings: Lose of infant, alcohol-abuse.
Year in and year out the old Singer house was a long time legend. Everyone before hitting middle school heard the word of it but nothing more until their first day. As the legend goes Singer’s wife had a breakdown following the loss of their three-month-old daughter Fiona. Karen was sent to a hospital to help with her breakdown but the loss was too hard on her and with Bobby’s visits so few and far between she let the grief take her and only but four weeks from the breakdown Karen took her last breath. Bobby didn’t hear of her passing until a few months later due to his alcohol-induced unconsciousness. The story from there has many different endings but in the end, no one ever knew what happened to Bobby. But the House has always sat there with no one living there since.
Yes, there was every once in awhile the courageous teen to enter the home on the challenge to prove how brave they were. Many went in and few actually stayed for the duration. More than enough fled the house in terror. Although in the last ten years it was rarely visited the tale was still told.
Castiel had known the legend long before his middle school years thanks to his brother Lucifer who would tease him knowing that Cas had to walk by the house every day. He knew it was just to scare him and should just ignore it but the legend did shake him up. So every day he would do all he could to avoid the house after he had passed it his first day of school.
There was something about the long gravel road leading up to the cottage like house and on that day there was no breeze but as Castiel stood in front of the house, the leaves began to rustle and tumble down the driveway as the trees swayed. Castiel stood there in almost fear but broke from it by the hooking of a passing car. He quickly continued to school.
Even as Castiel got older he still avoided the house on his way to school. When his fellow classmates would begin to talk about the Singer house he would quickly leave. Some of his classmates began to catch up and try to avoid the subject but then there were those that would mention it on purpose. At times he would get teased by some of them how he was only one who hadn’t attempted to stay the night but luckily Castiel had his best friend Charlie who would bring it up that they hadn’t even done so either. Some would leave it be but others would still poke fun at it.
Finally, graduation had come and along with it his 19th birthday. Castiel couldn’t be happier to be free of it all. Especially those who were stuck on teasing him about the old Singer house. It isn’t that scary anymore anyways, Castiel told himself. Apparently while with Charlie on his birthday he decided to repeat himself.
“Then let’s go.” Charlie stood up and pulled on Castiel’s hand.
“Now?” Castiel said a little in shock.
“Yes. Let’s go to old Singers for the night.” Charlie said with a huge smile on her face.
“Oh okay. Ya, let’s go.” Castiel hesitated to reply.
Kinktober Day 8: Frottage, Lingerie, Asphyxiation Ship: Dean/Sam Rating: Explicit Tags/Warnings: Frottage, Blood, Blood Kink, Panty Kink, Dean in Panties, Incest, Sibling Incest, Murder, Asphyxiation, Breathplay, Alternate Universe – Serial Killers, Under-negotiated Kink, Pre-Winjimstiel Part of the Peacemaker Winjimstiel Serial Killer ‘Verse AO3 Link
Dean’s tearing down the back roads of the Oklahoma panhandle, music blaring and whooping at the top of his lungs.
“Never gets old, does it, Sammy?”
Sam chuckles. He’s holding an old pair of underwear turned shop rag against his face. Their last mark didn’t want to go down without a fight, and he managed to get a decent slice into Sam’s cheek before Dean got a cord around his neck. If the asshole would’ve been up and over by about an inch Sam probably would’ve lost an eye. He is going to wind up with a nasty scar though.
“Jesus,” Dean breathes. The car flies up over a bump in the road and they sail through the air for a good three feet before coming back down with a thud. “Sorry sweetheart,” Dean says.
“You talkin’ to me or the car?” Sam teases.
Dean rolls his eyes. “Don’t be jealous. She’s my lady but you’re still my favorite.”
“Hey, there’s a rest stop in 10,” Sam says, gesturing to the side of the road.
This is how they wind up most nights after a job. Occasionally, they’ll make it to another town and book a room before the sun comes up but most of the time that just isn’t the case. They’ll pull off to a rest-stop, crack open a beer, take a whore’s bath in the tiny bathroom sinks and fall asleep in the car. Dean is always up before the sun and then they’re on to the next one. When they were little their father used to say they were like avenging angels. He’d say they were around to smite the wicked and be gone before the rest of the world was awake enough to know what happened. “Like thieves in the night,” their dad would say.
Dean pulls off into the rest stop and shuts off the car. It’s a quiet little nothing pit stop in the middle of nowhere, just the two of them, a couple of picnic benches, and a unisex bathroom hut under a tree. Dean hits the overhead light, sighing as he listens to the engine tick as it cools. Sam pulls the rag away from his face. He looks more flushed than usual in the yellow light, but that could have something to do with the fact that his face is covered in drying blood. And all at once Dean’s struck with the sick realization in the pit of his guts that they’d had a close call. Sam’s okay, but he could’ve lost an eye and god forbid if that bastard would’ve had a gun on him.
“What?” Sam asks, frowning.
Dean doesn’t say anything, he just launches across the seat and kisses him. Sam doesn’t respond at first, but when he does he’s demanding, wrapping his hand around the back of Dean’s neck and pulling him in for hungry kisses. It turns into a frenzy quickly, with Sam slipping his tongue into Dean’s mouth, Dean tangling his fingers in Sam’s hair, nails scraping across exposed flesh and teeth biting into lips.
Sam guides Dean down onto his back, rising up on his knees. He smacks his head on the roof of the car and swears. Dean chuckles, and Sam bites him in response. Sam reaches back and undoes the lock on the door, kicking it open with his foot. He rearranges them so his feet are on the ground outside, but he’s pressed to Dean’s body at every other point of contact.
The adrenaline still rushing through his veins makes Dean sloppy, the fear makes him desperate. Dean can taste Sam’s blood as he kisses up and down Sam’s face. He wants to taste Sam’s blood and sweat and come. He wants to wrap himself around him and stay that way. Sam’s hands are trembling but his lips are sure, stealing the breath from Dean’s lungs at every chance he gets. He undoes Dean’s pants as Dean squeezes his ass.
“Really, Dean?” Sam says, pulling back.
“What?” Dean asks, lifting himself up on his elbows, “What’d I do?”
Sam reaches down and snaps the waistband of Dean’s pink silky panties.
“Hey!” Dean flinches when the elastic hits his skin.
“Panties? Really?”
Dean shrugs. “They make me feel sexy.”
“On a case?”
“And?”
Sam shakes his head, pressing the heel of his palm into Dean’s erection. “What if we got arrested? You wanna go to jail in these pretty panties?” Sam asks.
Dean groans, rolling his head back against the leather seats. “It’d give the cops something to jerk off to.”
“What if we died?”
“Sam, don’t. Don’t talk about that.”
“No, Dean,” Sam strokes his hand up and down Dean’s cock. The silk slides against the warmth of his cock in a maddening way. “What if we died? You wanna go to the morgue in silky women’s underwear?”
Dean shudders. “They better bury me in ‘em then.”
Sam snorts, sliding Dean’s panties down and under his balls. They’re a little tight, and the elastic cuts into his skin and Dean wants to adjust and pull away, but Sam undoes his jeans and pulls his own cock out. Sam leans over him, one hand braced on the back of the bench seat, one had next to Dean’s head. Their dicks line up next to each other and then Sam starts thrusting.
Dean moans, drifting his hand up Sam’s arm and clutching Sam’s shoulder. It’s all Dean can do to hold on. Sam’s got the advantage of the angle, and forceful, hungry thrust leaves Dean reeling. Sam’s jeans scrape against Dean’s thighs and the friction of their cocks against each other is a little rough but he doesn’t care. The pressure is too good. The sweat and pre-come isn’t great lube, but it’s thrilling in its own way. That’s his brother’s pre-come dribbling on his stomach, mixing with his own sticking to his skin. That’s his sweat Sam’s cock is sliding through.
Dean moans, digging his nails into the three layers covering Sam’s back. If they were naked, he’d dig them into the skin – he’d draw blood and mark Sam so everyone who saw would know Sam was taken, so they’d know Sam was his.
Sam’s grunting now, huffing when he exhales. He’s close. They both are. It doesn’t take a lot after a case, not really. Sam wants to take, to strip Dean bear from the inside out and make him scream. Dean’s more than willing to give him that, and more.
Sam shifts his angle, lifting his hips up and driving forward quicker.
“Sam, fuck, do that again!” Dean whines. He’s making high pitched little whimpers every time the heads of their cocks nudge against each other.
Then Sam does something that Dean doesn’t expect. He takes the hand that’s been lying next to Dean’s head and sets it down on Dean’s throat. He squeezes once, and Dean gasps and shudders.
“Fuck.” Dean’s going to burst at any second. He’s ready to burst, but he just can’t get there yet. He’s in that wonderful period right before orgasm, that cliff’s edge where he could hang forever in pure bliss.
Sam presses down against Dean’s neck again, his thumb digging into that divot in the skin between his collar bones. Dean gasps, but he can’t get any air. His body starts to buzz and everything is ramped up to eleven. His body twitches, trying to fight even though he knows he doesn’t want to. He digs in harder to Sam’s shoulders, pulling the fabric taut against his back. Sam smirks down at him and just as Dean’s vision starts to blur, Sam lets him go.
Dean pulls in a wheezing breath and comes hard. He’s moaning as soon as he’s able, his whole body bucking upwards into Sam’s. Sam doesn’t stop, not until he comes too, spilling over Dean’s still twitching cock.
They lay together for a while, just catching their breath. Sam’s heavy and the position they’re in is not comfortable but Dean doesn’t’ really care.
Ships: Sastiel, established Sam/Jimmy, established Destiel
Fic tags: open relationships, accidental partner swapping, biting, marking, hijinks & shenanigans, Cas & Jimmy are little shits, bottom!Cas, bossy!Cas, implied switching, implied bottom!Sam, Castiel & Jimmy Novak are twins, roleplay, implied drug use, AU.
Summary: Sam comes home from work horny. The rest is self-explanatory. (Or, the one where Cas and Jimmy trade places but don’t tell their boys. Shenanigans ensue).
Apologies to @hazeldomain for blatantly using some of her lines. They were too good to ignore. This probably isn’t quite what you had in mind but I hope it’s not too terrible.
This series isn’t set in the SPN universe but I gave them the bunker anyway because reasons. Pretend Sam and Dean’s grandfather was a doomsday prepper, I dunno. I just needed this series to happen in the bunker.
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