Warnings: smut (this is probably the smuttiest thing I’ve ever written), fluff, cussing, cockslut!Dean, Dom!Cas, hesitant!Dean, Sub!Dean, Bottom!Dean… yeah I think that’s it.
Blonde, or wait was she a red head? No, the red head was last night, so she is definitely blonde. She probably has a name like Casey, or Calie or Britney. Something super girly like most blondes with fake boobs, shorter than should be humanly possible skirts and 6 inch heels. Yeah, life was good for Dean Winchester, well at least his sex life. Monsters were still haunting his dreams and he was still drowning himself in copious amounts of alcohol. Regardless, every night he got to forget about his crap life and get more action than most men can even imagine.
For Cas on the other hand, Deans night time “adventures” are really getting on his nerves. Now that Cas is human he needs his sleep, however the endless moans of “OH YEAH, DEAN. RIGHT THERE! RIGHT THERE!” or “YOU LOOK HOT WHEN YOU RIDE MY DICK LIKE THAT” or the more common and simple “FUCK. OHH. MMM. YEAH FUCK” coming through the adjacent wall in the motels are keeping him up and he can’t stand it any more. Tonight is no exception!
Dean has been pulling this crap for two straight weeks. Although Castiel found Dean’s noises fucking delicious, he knew something was wrong.
Yes, he loved the way Dean sounded. He’s had a soft spot, no, a melted caramel plush fluffy spot for the older Winchester for awhile now. He was going to have to talk to Dean tomorrow about what the hell he thought he was doing.
As planned, when Castiel heard Dean awake he marched over to his room and banged on the door.
Dean answered the door only wearing boxer briefs which fit beautifully. Castiel did a once over of the man in front of him and blushed furiously at just how much skin was showing.
“Hey, Cas.” Dean smirked. He was still glowing from sex last night. Well… Very early this morning.
“Hello, Dean. May I come in?” Castiel gulped.
“Sure. But uh- it’s kind of a mess in here.”
“I can imagine.” Castiel said under his breath. Cas came in and sat down at the table with Dean.
“What’s up, Cas?” Dean’s morning voice was gravelly against the soft silence of the room.
“What’s wrong with you? Something is wrong, Dean. You’ve brought over a dozen girls home in the last two weeks. One every night. Two on a couple nights.” Castiel muttered.
“What do you mean what’s wrong? I’m great!” Dean lied.
“No. You aren’t.” Castiel stood, growing slightly angry.
Dean stood as well.
Castiel stalked towards Dean, making Dean walk slowly backwards until his warm back hit the cold wall. Castiel still stood about a foot and a half from Dean.
“Your little flings are keeping me up. All. Night. And I’m not particularly enjoying the lack of sleep.”
“Cas, I’m not gonna stop enjoying myself just because you lose a couple hours of shut eye. I hate how that sounds but I’m having a good time.” Dean laughed darkly.
“You’re going to stop.” Castiel stepped closer to Dean.
Dean’s jaw clenched, “Make me.“
Castiel pressed Dean into the wall, pinning his hands above his head as Castiel crashed his lips against Dean’s harshly.
They stood like that for a few seconds and then Castiel pulled back a few inches slowly and stared at Dean as his eyes grew dark.
Dean was positively flustered as his candy apple green eyes stared widely at Cas.
"Uh-” Dean breathed.
“Think about it.” Castiel growled and left the room quickly, slamming the door behind him.
Dean let out a sharp breath that he didn’t know he was holding in. His arms were still beside and over his head although no one was holding them there. He lowered his arms and leaned his head back against the wall.
Did Cas seriously just do that? Dean thought.
Yeah. He totally did.
Dean wasn’t sure how to feel about the whole thing. The only thing he was sure of was that THAT was fucking hot.
Dean thought he was straight. He knew he was straight. He told himself that but his dick was telling him otherwise.
“No. Nope.” Dean said to himself. “I’m not-” he sighed.
Dean went and sat on the bed, his elbows propped up on his knees and leaned down so he could hold his face in his hands.
The past couple weeks Dean had been great. Every night was just “Wam, Bam, thank you ma'am”. And Dean was fine with that. But why had he been doing that?
Castiel was right. He was just trying to fill an empty hole. What hole? He had no clue.
Maybe Castiel could-
“Fuck!” Dean hissed quietly to the room. “Shit. I don’t even-” Dean whispered to himself and flopped back on the bed. Lust and confusion clouding his mind.
Back in Castiel’s room he was having a total meltdown and adrenaline rush.
“What the-” he said to himself.
“What the hell did I just do? I just kissed Dean Winchester. I kissed-” he whispered, bringing his fingers up to his swollen lips.
“Hmm.” Castiel shrugged and gave himself a mental pat on the back for the sudden rush of confidence.
Castiel laid back on the bed with a smile across his face and he finally got a few hours of sleep.
That afternoon, after Castiel’s nap, he woke to the sound of soft moaning coming from Dean’s room and he swears if Dean has another girl over he’s gonna kill him.
But the only sounds he heard came from one person and they were definitely Dean’s. Castiel’s eyes rolled back into his head and his hands fisted into the sheets at the shear thought and image of Dean’s current activity.
Cas clenched his jaw and breathed heavily for a moment. He could feel himself getting worked up and maybe, just maybe, Dean was teasing him.
He stood and took off his coats, the temperature increase slowed slightly but Dean’s moans paused for a moment then returned louder than before.
Before Castiel had the chance to rip Dean’s throat out he needed to figure out why he was gonna rip his throat out.
Castiel flung his door open, stomped next door, and kicked Dean’s door in.
There Dean was, fully clothed, kneeling on the bed, hands on the wall, and his fake moans stopped the second his door flew open.
“Uhm…” Dean mumbled.
“I see you’ve though about it. It’s not very polite, teasing me. Is it, Dean?” Castiel’s voice was rough with lust.
“No, but you look pretty worked up. I find it kinda funny.” Dean laughed once.
“No. It’s not. You’ve been a bad boy, Dean. I think I’ll have to punish you.” Castiel lowered his head, shut the door with his foot, and stalked towards Dean who was now sitting regularly with his feet hanging off the bed.
“Fuck.” Dean breathed. He had to admit, Cas was being unfairly sexy right now and damn, was he turned on by it.
Castiel walked to Dean, then got on him to straddle his lap. Cas put his hands on Dean’s shoulders and Dean put his hands behind himself to stay sitting up. Cas leaned in, licking a stripe along Dean’s jaw. Dean’s eyes flutter closed as his lips parted slightly.
Cas rolled his hips hard against Dean’s and they could each feel how hard the other was.
“Cas…” Dean moaned against the former angel’s neck and his hands wove into his deep brown hair.
Castiel whispered to Dean, “I think you’re enjoying this too much.” His lips brushed against Dean’s ear, his breath making Dean shiver.
“I-” Dean wasn’t sure what to say to that.
“That’s okay. But like I said, you will be punished.” Castiel kissed Dean’s temple and kept rolling his hips as his hands went to Dean’s toned chest.
“Oh- I- fuck.” Dean groaned.
Castiel was good at this and Dean momentarily wondered where he’d picked up such talents, but then remembered he didn’t care as long as Cas never stopped.
“You’re very aroused.” Cas simply stated, but his voice was still dripping of sex.
“I’m gonna- Cas, I’m gonna-” Dean tried to form a sentence but failed miserably.
When Castiel heard Dean’s words, he stood and stepped away, leaving Dean to shiver and fall back on the bed, panting.
“What the fuck?” Dean whined.
“This is your punishment. You can stay like this all day. At lunch, in front of Sammy, while you’re driving… And you can’t do anything about it. If you’re a good boy, I’ll reward you later.” Castiel smirked.
“I cannot believe-” Dean started.
“Believe it, babe.” Cas shrugged, kissed Dean’s cheek and started to leave. But before he did, he turned back around “Speaking of lunch, I’m hungry. I’ll go grab Sammy and we’ll go to the diner down the road. Straighten up.”
“O- okay.” Dean stuttered.
“Good boy.” Castiel winked and left. He had Dean wrapped around his little finger.
“Dean, you ready?” Sam banged on his door.
Dean got up with a grunt, going and opening the door to see Sam.
“Woah, you okay?” Sam asked.
“Yeah.” Dean’s voice was strained. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“I don’t know. You just look kinda flush. You can hang back if you need to.” Sam said, concerned.
“I’m fine, man.” Dean smiled, heading to the Impala.
His hard-on rubbed teasingly against his jeans and he didn’t know how the fuck he would get through the day.
They went to a movie after lunch and Sam wanted to see something other than them so throughout the whole movie Castiel traced around the bulge in Dean’s jeans with a finger.
Later, they went to dinner, where Castiel proceeded to send dirty thoughts to Dean.
At last, they went back to the motel and Dean had never been happier to get back to the hell hole of a place.
Once Sam disappeared down in his room, Castiel grabbed Dean and pulled him into his room. Castiel’s room was much neater and they could do a whole lot more damage in there. The bed was bigger, and there was a lot more free wall space to push Dean against.
Speaking of, Castiel pressed Dean against the wall and attacked his neck with open mouthed kisses.
“C- Cas!” Dean moaned.
“Mm?” Cas hummed against Dean’s neck.
“Please- I’m- you’re killing me.” Dean whined.
“Patience.” Castiel breathed against Dean’s ear, making him shiver.
Castiel fell to his knees into front of Dean, his blue eyes looking up at the hunter.
Dean gasped at the sight.
“Have you been a good boy?” Cas tilted his head.
“That’s what I thought.” Castiel began to mouth at Dean’s hardness through his jeans.
“F- fuck.” Dean moaned and carded his fingers through Castiel’s hair. Dean bucked his hips but Cas pressed them back up against the wall.
Castiel quickly unbuttoned and unzipped Dean’s pants, ripping them along with his boxers down his legs. Dean got the memo and threw his jacket across the room, his shirt soon following. Castiel kissed Dean’s thighs as he pulled off his two coats, loosened his tie and began unbuttoning his t shirt.
Cas licked a stripe up Dean’s dick, ending with a swirl of his tongue around the tip. Dean groaned and threw his head back.
Cas stood and finished taking off his shirt. Dean was stark naked and Castiel was still wearing his pants, his very tight fitting pants.
Cas’ hands cupped Dean’s jaw firmly as he leaned is to kiss him, teeth and tongue. Castiel rolled his hips and Dean whimpered. He fucking whimpered.
Castiel rapidly unbuckled his belt and in ten seconds he was just as naked as Dean. Dean stared down at Cas’ cock and swallowed thickly at the sight of it.
“Like what you see?” Castiel growled.
“Y- yeah.” Dean stuttered, reaching for it and dragging his finger slowly along the underside.
Cas’ eyes rolled back in his head. “Did I say you could do that? No. I’m gonna have to… Restrain you."
Dean gasped at the suggestion. Castiel grabbed his blue tie, pulling Dean’s arms in front of him and tying them at the wrists. Dean bit his lip, looking at his bound hands.
"Too tight, baby?” Cas asked.
“Good. Now get on the bed, all fours, and stick that sweet ass of yours up in the air for me.” Castiel walked to the other side of the room, as Dean followed his orders, grabbing a little box of toys and lube among other things.
Dean turned to Castiel, “Whatcha got there, Cas?”
Cas pulled out a small bottle of lube and a vibrator.
“F- fuck. Oh.” Dean moaned and buried his face in the pillows.
Castiel walked over behind Dean, setting the two items down on the bed as he crawled up to kneel on it.
Cas placed both hands on Dean’s ass, then gave an experimental squeeze, eliciting a high pitched moan from Dean.
Cas’ gaze moved from Dean’s glorious back, down to his little pink hole. “Fuck.” Cas cursed.
“Wha- Oh… Oh fuck- Cas!” Dean whined.
Castiel had leaned down to lick Dean. His tongue dipped in a couple short times, making Dean say ungodly things.
Castiel was basically eating out Dean’s ass and Dean could not get enough.
Castiel worked a finger into Dean, then two, scissoring him open. Dean rocked back onto Cas’ fingers, grunting with each movement. The former angel pulled his fingers and face away, “Flip.” He demanded.
Dean did so and met the most lustful, primal gaze he’d ever seen from anyone. The blue in Cas’ eyes had almost vanished around the large black pupils.
Dean put his bound hands over his head on the pillows and spread his legs wide.
“So fucking hot.” Cas leaned down to lick and nip at Dean’s v-lines.
“Cas- please…” Dean bucked up looking for friction.
Castiel grabbed the vibrator that had been sitting a few feet away and pressed it slowly into Dean on the lowest setting.
Cas crawled back and supported himself on his forearms around Dean’s hips and leant down to lightly run his teeth along Dean’s shaft.
“JESUS FUCK!” Dean pressed his nails into his palms, most likely breaking the skin from how it felt.
“Please Cas. I’m- Ah! Im so close!” Dean pleaded.
“Not until I say.” Castiel’s tone and hot breath against him was killing Dean and he felt like he was gonna blow his load involuntarily if Cas said one more thing.
Castiel sat up, pulled the vibrator out, threw it behind him lubed up fast and thrusted into Dean harshly.
“Ah ah!!!” Dean whimpered as Cas pressed Dean’s knees up by his chest. The new angle allowed Castiel to get even deeper and fuck, Dean was gonna die. His face went from contorted pleasure to completely blissed-out and Castiel fucking loved it.
Cas’ hands were beneath Dean, on his back and his face was buried in Dean’s neck as he sucked hard on Dean’s collarbone. He was gonna give Dean twice as many hickies, twice as dark as all the girls gave him in the past two weeks. Moments ago Cas had even gave Dean a couple marks on his backside.
“Dean. Such a little cockslut aren’t you?” Cas grunted against Dean’s jaw.
Dean nodded furiously. “Been wanting you so bad, Cas.”
“Good. Do you wanna cum?"
"Please, oh god, yes please… Sir.” Dean added the last bit to see what Cas would do. He got the exact reaction he’d hoped for, Cas growled in approval and pressed a wet kiss to Dean’s cheek.
Cas’ hand ran down Dean’s stomach and stroked his cock harshly. “Cum for me, baby.”
Dean came harder than ever before with a scream of Castiel’s name. He clenched around Cas and that triggered his orgasm. They both pushed, pulled, and moaned until there was nothing left.
Castiel pulled out and off of Dean, untying him and curling up behind him.
Dean had serious trouble catching his breath and calming down, but Cas comforted him by tracing patterns into his arm.
“Cas-” Dean gulped a breath of air. “I didn’t know you had it in you. But shit, I’m glad you had it in me."
They both laughed at Dean’s remark and Cas kissed the side of Dean’s neck. "You enjoyed it?”
Dean chuckled, “Did you see me a few minutes ago? There are no words to describe how much I fucking loved it.”
“I’m glad.” Castiel had gone from this dominant, rough guy back to his soft self so quickly that it practically gave Dean whiplash. It was totally worth it though.
Dean turned over in Cas’ arms to face the blue eyed man.
Dean ran his fingers through Cas’ hair and Cas closed his eyes, humming softly.
“So, you gonna let me get some sleep or what?” Cas looked into Dean’s eyes with a smile.
Dean bit his lip, “After that, I don’t think either of us will have time for sleeping ever again.”
Texas State of Mind by palominopup Rating: NC-17 Word Count: 69,800 Summary: Dean Winchester was once an award winning country music star, but fame came too early. Now, he’s fifteen years sober and owns a ranch in western Texas. He’s happy with his life. He has horses, a nice herd of cattle and so what, if he’s alone. He tells his friends that he’s happily single. Back when he was touring, men and women threw themselves at him – but he knew they only wanted him for his fame. Cas Novak just won his fifth CMA award. He loves singing, but the touring was getting old. Living in a bus nine months out of the year was slowly destroying his creativity. He hasn’t written anything new in over a year. Then he hears an old song on the radio. He vaguely remembers the handsome singer and wondered whatever happened to him. Before he knew it, he’d written a new song. The only problem was…it was a duet. A duet that could only be sung with a voice like Winchester’s.After locating the man’s ranch, Cas makes a surprise visit. Will he be able to talk Dean into joining him on stage after all these years? Will the two men find what they’ve been looking for all their lives – someone to share a future with?
Of all the people that Dean expected to drive up to his Texas ranch, Cas Novak was at the bottom of his list. Also at the bottom was returning to a world that chewed him up and spit him out (with some help from John’s A+ parenting). But this fic is not about Dean’s past, though we do get a few glimpses. Instead it’s about how you move forward and still hold the things you love dear. In this case, Dean cast aside his love of creating music. Out in rural Texas, any other love he might need is also pretty remote. All that changes when Cas’ tour bus drives up that gravel lane…and Cas buys a horse.
You heard me! Dean wants nothing to do with the music industry and the only way Cas can keep him talking is by buying a horse. And eventually, ya gotta learn how to ride that horse, right? This is a wonderful summer read that has longing gazes, just missed moments and of course skinny dipping in the creek. There are a few difficult moments for our guys, but for the most part this fic is fluffy, sexy cowboys doin’ what they do best.
If you enjoyed the fic, please drop by the archive (AO3) and let the author know with your comments and/or kudos!
Dean chews his lower lip as he rings the doorbell, a loud meow from inside the house making him chuckle. Cas’ cat is a trip.
The door opens and Cas smiles brightly, a light flush on his cheeks. “Hello, Dean, can I help you with something?”
“Uh, yeah, I think our mail got mixed up. I got one of your magazines.” Dean taps the glossy cover with one finger and offers it to his neighbor.
When Cas sees which magazine Dean means his smile falls, bright red letters spelling Boy Toys glaringly obvious above the photo of a male model in a sexy fireman’s outfit holding a rather suggestive hose. He snatches it out of Dean’s hand, the light flush of his skin turning darker.
Dean speaks before Cas gets a chance. “Yeah, I was trying to figure out why I had two, then I saw your name at the bottom.”
Cas opens his mouth, then gapes for a moment as the words hit him. He looks down at the magazine in his hand, then back up at Dean. “You… subscribe?”
“Mhm. You should see the guy on page 23, reminded me of you.” Dean winks and offers his most charming smile before walking away slowly. “See you around, Cas.”
It might not be a bad idea to leave his bedroom curtains open tonight. Hopefully Cas will do the same.
You know what I love about Destiel fanfics? No matter what universe, no matter who is on top or bottom, no matter if they are human, angel, hunter, alpha, beta, barista, firefighter, mermen, or roosters, there are a few little things I’ve noticed we almost all agree on:
Hello, Dean Dean being a mother-hen level caretaker Cas (not Cass) Dean being the most smitten kitten ever Black wings Sam is awesome! Dean has incredibly sensitive nipples (not sure where this came from but it’s pretty much a universal given that I love) Cas’ bossy streak Dean teaching Cas about Star Wars Cas being the hottest hottie to ever hot (at least in Dean’s eyes)
A/N: This was requested by an Anon! I hope you all love this! Feedback is welcomed and appreciated! I love you all so much! <3 <3
Lately Castiel had been trying to get you out of heaven. He swore to you that Earth was not this bad place most of the angels believed it to be. When you agreed to meet these Winchesters Castiel spoke of you were very nervous. He said they were the best humans he knew, but you had reservations. You had met a few humans before when every angel fell from heaven. They were the worst of humanity. You weren’t sure you wanted to return to Earth ever again.
However, Castiel convinced you to go with him. You trusted Castiel. He had been your friend for as long as you could remember. You never gave up on him, and he never gave up on you. You were willing to trust Castiel.
Castiel took you to the bunker with him that day. You looked around, noticing the amount of books inside the room. It had to be a library. There were no humans inside the room though.
very fluffy smut with slightly Dom!Cas. Can someone say “yum”?
A/N: I have no
idea how or why I came up with this… But there it is. Sorry again for another
cheesy fic. Call your dentist; you’ll need some fillings after this one.
You blinked the sleep from your eyes as you stared up at the
ceiling. The light warmth radiating off of the angel beside you soothed you as
your vision came into focus.
“Good morning, beautiful.” Cas brushed a few rogue strands
from your face. He gazed down at you with hooded eyes, slowly scanning up and
down your form.
You furrowed your brow. “What?” You knew Cas loved you, and
you loved him. But he was very different
about showing it. You were more of the showing type, kisses, hugs, amazing sex. But Cas was different. He
was definitely into showing his undying love, but he loved telling you too.
I’m honestly so blessed. Also I’m really sorry for the delay! I hope this makes up for it. __________
They’ve been at the carnival for hours. When they’d first arrived, Cas pulled over in a far corner the parking lot behind rows of empty cars, and opened him up. The plug still feels so big inside him now, long and wide, and it’s rendered him unable to focus most of the day. Cas first took him on the ferris wheel, and then the bumper cars, where he took great pleasure ramming into Dean from behind - typical Cas.
He’s forced Dean to go on the carousel twice, having to give him a leg up so he didn’t hurt himself climbing onto his horse. The up and down had been pleasant, and Cas was on the horse behind him - he’d put on a little show, rolling his hips in time with the rise and fall, using exaggerated cowboy movements to mask that he was fucking the plug deeper inside him each time he sat back down.
They’ve been playing games for the last half hour and Cas won him a big fluffy bear wearing a cardigan.
“Where do you want to go next, Dean?” Cas asks him, hugging the bear to his chest.
Dean is flushed, not paying attention. Cas just laughs, dragging him over to the roller coaster.
“Really?” Dean asks, apprehensive.
“Yeah, it’ll be fun!” Cas says.
They deposit their things in the personal items bins. Dean gets seated and strapped in, and Cas has to double back, having forgotten to take off his sunglasses. Dean’s waiting for him, absent-mindedly thinking about when they’ll go home, when he feels the plug inside him buzz to life.
Cas jogs back to his seat and slides in next to Dean.
“You said you left the remote at home!” Dean hisses at him, clenching down as he’s stimulated.
“Oh yeah, I lied about that,” Cas says, smiling triumphantly.
“Asshole,” Dean muttered, but he couldn’t blame Cas. He probably would have done the same.
The ride starts and they shoot off, twisting and turning, and the plug is jolting inside him like crazy. They pass a loop the loop and the roll of it is perfect - he’s going to have to get Cas to practice doing that to him later.
Once they’ve disembarked and Cas has turned off the vibrations, Dean needs to take a breather. They find a tree to sit under on a secluded edge of the grounds.
“That was one hell of a ride,” He tells Cas.
“Was it too much?” Cas asks, looking at him with concern.
“No, it was good,” Dean says, pulling Cas in for a kiss.
They make out for a little, there in the grass. Cas is getting a little frisky, so he’s not surprised when Cas pulls away from him, panting slightly, and suggests they should leave.
Dean squirms the whole way home, Cas playing with the remote from the passenger seat.
“Strip,” Cas commands him, the second they walk in the door, switching the plug to the highest level yet.
Dean leaves his clothes in a pile by the shoe rack and follows Cas into the living room where he’s standing by the couch where he dropped the stuffed bear.
“I want you on the floor, ass in the air.” Cas says, and Dean moves hastily to obey. Cas kneels down behind him, pressing the line of his hard cock against Dean’s cheek. He leans over Dean, grabbing his hair and using it to keep his face pressed into the carpet. Dean can hear the slick sound of Cas jacking himself, and focuses on breathing through the intense vibrations, the angle of his hips putting pressure against his prostate. He hears Cas grunt, feels come striping hot and wet across his ass, his taint and balls. Cas turns off the plug.
Dean’s achingly hard, has been since they got in the car to leave.
“I want you to stay there until it dries, do you understand?” Cas instructs in a low voice, leaving Dean spread out on the floor and covered in come while he leaves the room - Cas hears him talking on the phone a few minutes later. That asshole is on the phone.
Dean doesn’t know how long he kneels there, knees splayed open with his ass tilted up. They didn’t even bother to shut the curtains first - if anyone walked up to the house right now, they’d see Dean kneeling face down with his ass plugged and messy with jizz. His dick is leaking profusely, beads of it drooling onto the carpet.
Cas comes back into the room at some point, still talking.
“Dean’s doing good,” He says, “He’d say hi but he’s busy at the moment.”
Eventually Cas hangs up, only to sit down on the couch and turn on the tv, paying Dean no attention at all. Dean’s itching in his skin, arousal coursing through him and lighting his every nerve ending on fire. And Cas is watching TV like his naked, aching, come slathered boyfriend isn’t on the floor.
After what feels like forever, Dean hears his name.
“Dean,” Cas says a second time, “You can get up now.”
Dean moves slowly, his joints stiff, and sits back on his haunches. He feels the dried come pulling at his skin.
Cas has his eyes on the TV, but his arm is stretched out in Dean’s direction, offering him the stuffed bear. Dean takes it, tentative, not sure what to do. A few seconds pass, and Cas looks over at him, eyebrow raised.
“Well?” He says, clearly unimpressed, and then, “I got you a present and you’re not even going to play with it?”
Dean swallows, thick in his throat. Does Cas expect him to…? Eyes are boring into him, so he shifts gently, spreading his knees to fit the bear between them, pressing it’s soft fur to his leaking, aching cock.
Cas has already turned back to the TV.
Dean shivers, his dick twitching. He starts moving his hips, using both hands to cradle the soft fabric to his dick as he grinds into it, plug still shifting in his ass. He picks up the pace, rutting against the bear’s back, precome spreading across the cheap polyester, making it damp and ragged, catching on his dick.
He’s getting into it, eyes closed and panting as he moves, so he doesn’t notice Cas stand up. All of a sudden the bear is ripped from his hands, and Cas is dropping down in front of him, pulling Dean towards him until Dean’s straddling one of his thick thighs, half covered with boxer briefs.
Cas grabs Dean by the hair, yanking his head back to expose his neck. He places soft, wet kisses along the column of it, biting down hard unexpectedly, Dean moans out, his hands clasping at Cas’s shirt.
“I told you to play with your new toy, not fuck it. Did you enjoy it?” Cas whispers into his ear, his tone harsh, “Such a dirty little bitch, you’ll rut against anything to get off.”
Dean swallows thickly, knowing better than to say anything. This is the game Cas likes to set up.
“You think you can just rub yourself against anything and come?” Cas asks, “You come when and if I say you do. I was going to fuck you, but seeing as you’re such a desperate slut, I’m not sure you deserve it.”
Dean groans, unbelievably turned on.
“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” Cas asks, letting go of Dean’s hair, stroking his neck with dangerous fingers, “Rutting against the first thing you lay your eyes on, like a filthy animal.”
He pulls Dean forward, sandwiching his cock between his own stomach and Cas’s thigh.
“Well now’s your chance. Get moving.”
Dean buries his face into Cas’s chest, into the fabric of the soft t-shirt he’s wearing, and starts moving his hips, rubbing his dick against Cas’s strong thigh.
Cas has him by the back of his neck, fingernails digging into the skin. He reached behind Dean and pulls out the plug, letting it drop to the carpet. He shoves two fingers into Dean’s hole, twisting them as Dean moves.
“You’d do whatever I told you to do,” Cas growls, “You’d fuck my mother if I ordered it. What’s it like being a mindless fuck toy, Dean, is it fun?”
Dean’s moving so fast now, moaning as he thrusts into the slick he’s trailed across Cas’s skin.
“I could leave you out on the street and let you service whoever felt like having you, would you like that?” Cas says, “Of course you would. You’d enjoy every second of it, because I told you to. Little slut.”
Dean can’t take much more, his hips stuttering. He comes, moaning, spilling across Cas’s thigh. Cas pulls his fingers out of Dean’s ass. He’s leaning against Cas’s chest, panting, when Cas shoves him off.
He looks up at Cas, kneeling over him. Cas scoops the come off his leg, smearing it across Dean’s face with his hand, over his lips and cheeks. He pulls Dean’s ass towards him, before pushing down his boxers and sinking into Dean in one movement.
Dean didn’t notice him get hard again, but Cas definitely is, fucking hard and fast into Dean’s loose ass.
“Look at you, dripping with your own come,” He says, “You love this.”
The sight of Dean seems to drive him crazy, and it doesn’t take him long to come, spilling deep and wet, with his hips pressed tight to Dean’s backside.
“There,” He says, “That should be enough come for you.”
He pulls out of Dean, trailing fresh wet come out of his hole.
And then he giggles, and Dean joins in, his face cracking into a smile under his own jizz.
“Jesus Christ, Cas,” He says.
“Was that okay?” Cas asks him, moving to sit next to Dean, running a soothing hand along his chest.
“That was amazing, baby,” Dean says, his eyes drifting shut.
“No, don’t go to sleep, we need to get you cleaned up,” Cas says, moving to help Dean off the floor.
“Okay, but then you’re sucking my dick,” Dean says, “You owe me a second orgasm.”
“Of course,” Cas laughs, “Would you like me to bring your bear?”
“Fuck off,” Dean mutters, pressing a kiss to Cas’s cheek.
“DEANS A MOTHERFUCKING BOTTOM AND EVERYONE CAN FIGHT ME”
Alright, but. Take this into consideration:
-Every girl he’s fucked.
-Don’t t e l l me he’d be automatically sub when he fucks Cas for the first time, and don’t try to tell me Cas wouldn’t be shy either. (He’s an angel, for fucks sake).
“No one can change my mind about Dean being a bottom”
-I’m not saying that at the end game that Cas bottoms and Dean tops, don’t kill me
- I agree that Dean’s a bottom and Cas tops
-But if we’re talking first time, you need to take into account that Dean has been topping for as long as he’s been having sex
-Yes, he’s been with girls
-But I think that that’s not something you automatically would abandon
-I think the first couple times it’d be more vanilla, and t h e n the submissiveness/dominance would be asserted
-Especially with the V I O L E N T no homo
- They probably wouldn’t even actually fuck those first couple times
- Even if Dean is a slut (no offense Dean), he prolly wouldn’t do stuff like that carelessly with Castiel
-Considering he obviously loves him.
-Cas is not a bar whore to him- when it comes down to it, and it finally actually happens, Dean would be very hesitant, and probably confused due to his inexperience with both showing affection to Castiel and guys in general, whether it be romantically or sexually, and he’s not good at showing affection to anybody to begin with regardless of gender.
Dean is a bottom, Cas tops.
But not automatically.
This whole thing was originally from a convo with my fren @always-being-weird,, so um. Partial credit to her- (though I wrote most of the rant)
A/N: Hey so uh…I’m feeling part two vibes to this. So…if it gets enough feedback, I might write a part 2.
Request: Can you do a Cas X reader? A very fluffy and smutty one? Where Cas has to reassure reader that she’s beautiful and important and then he has to show her?
Pairing: Castiel x Reader
Warnings: Oral (Female Receiving)
Word Count: 1.5k
You turned your music down a some while you finished getting ready for this hunt. You did not want to go. Anytime you had to get dressed up, you tried everything and anything you could to get out of it. Dean wasn’t buying it this time though. He gave you a few hours to get ready, which you appreciated; but that didn’t help much.
You stopped and stared at your reflection in the floor length mirror, hating everything about yourself. You sighed as you slid your heels on, wishing that your legs were a little longer. You held your hair up in a pony tail, and clipped it up for a moment while trying to decide if you should tie it up or leave it down.
Down. You always thought that you looked like kid with your hair up. You let it fall back down over your shoulders and stared at your split ends. You hadn’t cut your hair in years. You’d been so bent on letting it grow out. Tossing your hair hair clip to the side, you watched yourself as you twirled a tendril of hair around your finger, thinking maybe you should curl it. But then your hair would look shorter, and you didn’t want that, considering your black dress was a hip hugger. Tonight, your long hair would be your safety net.
You grabbed your eyeliner pencil and leaned forward towards the mirror to put it on. You dropped the pencil and spun around when Castiel appeared in the mirror behind you.
Another year single (i hate that word). For all of my fellow unattached people out there, just know that you are loved. We are a family and that there are those out there that do care very much so about and for you. Happy Valentine’s Day darlings.
The totally amazing thing is this year I don’t feel unattached. I feel very attached as a matter of fact. I feel like I have a ton of significant others, let’s see, there’s Dean, Sam, Cas, Balthazar, Gabriel, Crowley, Charlie, Donna, and the list goes on…but wait that’s just the start. I also have all of my followers, all of my readers, all of my lurkers, all of my brujas, all of my skype buddies, all of my writing pals…all of you. So thank you from the bottom of my heart because most years I dread this day and feel lonely all day, but today, this year, this time, I feel so much love. So from me to you, Happy Valentine’s Day! Angel Kisses and Winchester Hugs for all! All the Bacon!
A/N: Did you want some fluff? Well I’m giving you some anyway. Tags below the cut.
“Ow! Ow, Cas, you’re supposed to lead, not step on me!” you yelled.
“Sorry, I um, I’ve never done this before.” he confessed.
“I know Castiel, that’s why I’m teaching you how, remember?” you laughed, reassuring him that you weren’t made he stepped on you.
You weren’t sure why, but Cas had asked you if you would teach him how to dance. Being the good friend that you were, you agreed. The minute Sam and Dean left for their hunt, you let him drag you into the kitchen, which was filled with candles, wine, and music. If you didn’t know any better you’d say that he was up to something, considering how nervous he was, but Cas surprised you sometimes, so who knew?
“Okay so just-” you trailed off as you grabbed his arms and put them back on your waist, before wrapping your own arms around his neck- “and then just, step forward, and we go in circles, like this.”
You watched him as he tried to coordinate his steps with yours. Dancing seemed to be just one of those human things that Cas would never fully understand. But after a few minutes of some stumbling and laughter, Castiel was swinging you around the bunker’s kitchen, even dipping you a few times. This was definitely the most fun you’ve had in awhile.
As the music came to a stop, so did you and Cas. He held onto your hand and had his other hand on your waist, looking into your eyes as if he never wanted to stop. It was then that he dipped down and placed a warm gentle kiss to your lips. Another song started playing as if on queue, and you and Castiel danced, and kissed, and held each other all night.
Request: Okay, so I was wondering if you could do a cas x reader where the reader is very shy, and when the reader thinks she is alone she begins singing, but cas hears her and walks into the readers room while she’s singing, and the reader doesn’t notice he’s there until she finishes the song, and when she does notice him she gets really embarrassed, and cas just gives a ton of compliments and tells her to sing more often and it is fluffy? And leads to light smut maybe? Thanks!! ❤
Warnings: Insecure!reader, light smut
Word count: 1745
The bunker door slammed closed, signalling the brother’s exit, finally giving you some much needed space. You had been cramped up with them for the past three days in a motel room trying to figure out this case, and when you had eventually gotten back Sam had already found a lead on another case. They had told you earlier today they were going to question some of the victims and offered for you to stay here, acknowledging that you needed time to yourself.
Sauntering into your bedroom, you laid flat on your bed and placed your earphones in and turned on your music, shuffling through your different playlists until you finally found a song that you hadn’t listened to in quite some time.
Within seconds of the song starting your mouth begun moving on its own, the lyrics falling from your lips freely. Your eyes closed and you relaxed into your bed, allowing the comforter and blankets to swallow you whole.
Castiel’s head rose at your voice suddenly reverberated throughout the bunker, he could feel his heart swell as he listened to you sing effortlessly. He walked through the halls and stopped at the door to your bedroom, watching how you sang, the words holding so much emotion yet you didn’t seem dazed. His eyes travelled down to your fingers that were gently tapping against your own stomach, matching the beat that was flowing through your ears.
His smile spread so far across his face that his eyes were sure to be twinkling in the light. The angel took a step into the room and sat on the chair at your desk, his focus solely on you and your voice filling his ears.
Castiel had never heard you singing before and he wandered why that was, you had a gorgeous singing voice; he knew that now. He had a faint memory of Sam and Dean poorly singing along to a cassette in the front seats of the impala, but you never joined them, even after the countless times they had tried to persuade you into getting involved into small things like that once in a while.
He never understood the phrase ‘Their voice as like that of an angel’. Angel’s needed a vessel for them to speak to most humans, how could they possibly know how their real voice sounded? He had tried to speak to Dean with his real voice once and the hunter wasn’t the happiest about it, so why would people have compared others singing to something similar to a high pitched screech? But as he listened to you melodically chant the lyrics to the ceiling of your bedroom, he finally understood what the phrase meant.
1. Pants 2. "Sometimes, the smallest things take up the most room in your heart." 3. The Effiel Tower
(I swear the word pants is in there SOMEWHERE. Lol ;))
“Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart,” Cas says.
But, it’s clear from Dean’s face, he barely hears Cas’s words. In fact, his eyes are fixed below at the tiny dotted lights of Paris in the night. To Cas, it’s beautiful. To Dean–well, his fingers look like they’ve permanently fused to the railing.
Cas smiles, rubbing small circles in Dean’s back to try and soothe him, but it’s like rubbing at solid concrete and he tries not to laugh at Dean’s wide eyes.
“It’s not THAT high,” he says with a chuckle.
But, Dean shoots him a look that makes Cas sure if he had the use of his hands, he’d be flipping him off.
Maybe it wasn’t such a great idea to do this here, Cas thinks.
Cas clears his throat and tries again, feeling for the small object in his pants pocket for courage.
“Sometimes, it’s the small things that take up the most room in your he–”
“Damn it, Cas,” Dean says through tight lips, cutting him off. “If this is going to take much longer, I’m going to lose it.”
Dean is attracting the attention of some of the other people in the area at this point as he breathes in and out of his nose. He nods to a couple who gives him a weird look, letting off a nervous laugh despite the fact that his face is turning red.
“Dean, sometimes the smallest things–”
“Are you kidding me right now? That frikken’ dot down there is a person?!”
Cas sighs, then touches Dean’s forehead. In a flash, they are both on the pavement under the Eiffel tower, Dean’s hands in fists around imaginary bars. When Dean realizes what Cas has done, he straightens up, clearing his throat and dusting off his jacket.
“What was that for?” he asks, feigning nonchalance.
Cas sighs, smiling. Ok, he thinks. Let’s try this again.
“Sometimes the smallest things–”
“Take up the most room in our hearts,” Dean says with furrowed eyebrows. “Yeah, I heard you the first time, you sap. What the hell is all,” he gestures to Paris “this, anyway.”
Cas folds his arms, scowling.
“Dean, you are the single most frustrating person I have ever met! I am TRYING to tell you something important right now, will you just shut up?!”
Dean’s hands fall to his side, his eyes widening in surprise.
“Ok,” he finally says feebly.
“Ok,” Cas nods.
“Dean sometimes small stuff is important,” he paraphrases the original script he wrote for this moment. Then, from his pocket he pulls out a gold wedding band.
“What I’m trying to say to you is that I love you.”
“What is this?” Dean asks. He furrows his eyebrows. “Wait, Cas, are you…?”
Cas bites his bottom lip, motioning to Paris. “I thought it would be romantic to do it here.”
Then, suddenly, Dean’s face turns serious.
“Oh, Cas,” Dean says with a sympathetic smile. And, even if Cas doesn’t have a lot of experience in this area, he’s pretty sure this has turned into the most pathetic proposal ever.
“Let’s just go home,” Cas says with a sigh, shaking his head, pocketing the ring.
He reaches up to touch Dean’s forehead, when suddenly Dean grabs Cas’s hand, stopping him.
“Wait,” Dean says, “ I have a better idea.”
It’s cramped in the impala. Plain. There’s still the faint smell of burgers in the back seat. But, as soon as Dean had whispered it, Cas knew it was perfect.
“Dean,” Cas says, shuffling closer, shifting to avoid the seatbelt buckle digging into his hip. He takes out the ring one last time.
“You are an idiot,” he says, “and I love you. Will you marry me?”
Dean’s smile is immediate.
“Yeah,” he answers, taking the ring. “Of course I will.”
Cas seals the night with a kiss that turns into a thirty minute make-out session in the back of the impala.
It isn’t classy. It isn’t epic. And, it isn’t anything close to what Cas had planned. But, in the end, it turns out to be the perfect proposal for them.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart, Cas thinks with a laugh.
Prompt: Admiration Pairing: Dean/Cas Word Count: 4569 Tags: Fluff, Light Angst, Established Relationship, Hunter Husbands, Case Fic, Minor Instance of Body Horror, Mild Sexual Content
Summary: Dean has a long and complicated history with the concept of Cas and hunting. It freaks him out and turns him on in equal measure. Cas is tactical and quick, no doubt one of the best hunters Dean’s ever seen. It’s no surprise; once upon time Cas ruled over heaven and commanded garrisons. But now he’s wearing second-hand flannel and holey socks like the rest of them. And while Dean admires his hunting skills, that doesn’t stop him worrying. (Read on AO3)
Dean can hardly keep his focus on the drive back, eyes darting from the road to the passenger seat. Anxious for the touch of Cas’ skin against his.
He and Cas have been doing this thing for a couple months, ever since their little prison break. Turns out 6 weeks of isolation really makes you take stock of all the shit you never said to certain trench-coat toting angels. Go figure. It was difficult at first, knowing that Cas had traded in his wings in return for their release. God knows Dean’s fit to bursting with guilt over that one. But if he ever needed a sign to let him know that Cas felt the same way, him giving up Heaven for them was the neon billboard Dean had been looking for. It was the easiest thing in the world to finally tell Cas he wanted more.
Things between them haven’t been all smooth sailing, but with the Men of Letters off their backs, Sam a free man, and Cas by his side every night, the past couple of months probably constitute the best of Dean’s life.
The only trouble is - hunting? Not exactly easy-going on new relationships. Not a lot of time for pizza dates and movie nights. The most romantic thing Dean and Cas have done so far is take a fishing trip. One that was interrupted by a splash in the water that turned out to be a Kelpie. The kiss Dean was leaning in for was swiftly halted by Cas running to the car to grab a handful of silver bullets and his .44 Mag.
Watching Cas gun down a giant water spirit with his precision shot may have been hot as hell, but the resulting blue-hued blood spatter was something of a mood-killer.
Ship: Cas/Dean/Jimmy Rating: Explicit Content Warning: PWP, smut, sibling incest, polyamory, threesome, oral, anal, bottom!Dean, switch!Jimmy, top!Cas, objectification, de-humanization, sub!Dean Summary: Dean’s got a kink he’d like to try out, and his boyfriends are more than willing to help. Word Count: 2732 A/N: Tags are at the bottom, send an ask to be added to my tagslist!
Dean grunted, opening his eyes. Their room was just starting to lighten, it couldn’t have been later than six.
Cas and Dean reenact the gay kama sutra. Deans favorite is sitting in his boyfriends lap, his back pressed against the angels chest, slowly rocking on the thick cock in his ass. Cas is all for it, loving the easy access to pert nipples and a leaking cock.
They try lots of things. Sometimes Dean tops, but most of the time he doesn’t. Cas loves being able to see Dean’s face. Missionary, in a chair, against a wall, that sort of thing.
Dean loves feeling safe. He loves Cas over his back, pinning him down, being surrounded by him. And he loves to sit on Cas’s dick, wrapped up in his arms as Cas kisses his neck, strokes his cock, plays with his nipples. Sometimes they bring out the clamps, or a cock ring, or they tie dean’s hands behind his back, so all he can do is bounce.
Dean just loves to sit on his boyfriend and show him a good time, riding him at varying speeds, completely at the mercy of Cas’s hands, his whims and desires. He can do whatever he wants to Dean when he’s like this and it drives Dean mad.
Swan dive down eleven stories high Hold your breath until you see the light You can sink to the bottom of the sea Just don’t go without me
Go get lost where no one can be found Drink so long and deep until you drown Say your goodbyes but darlin’ if you please, Don’t go without me.
C'est la vie, C'est la mort. (Such is life, such is death.) You and me, Forevermore.
Let’s walk down the road that has no end Steal away where only angels tread Heaven or hell or somewhere in between Cross your heart to take me when you leave Don’t go Please don’t go Don’t go without me
Title: Waiting for the Moment Author: Tigerboydean (also known as bellacatbee) Summary: It was all the fault of a handsome Cowboy named Dean.
Four months and now here Dean is again. It’s been four months since Castiel fled his wedding, leaving his finance - the town’s most eligible bachelor - at the altar. Four months in which Castiel has been the most hated man in town.