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Okay, so I gave in.


The Dean/Castiel Kink Meme
Porn or not, every angel&human has fantasies.



Kink what?

>> What is a kink meme? Pretty self explanatory, actually. You request a pairing (DEAN/CASTIEL SHOULD BE THE MAIN PAIRING IN THIS MEME) and a prompt/kink, and someone else (or several someone elses for that matter) will be able to fill that request.

>> Notice it does not say 'anonymous'. This means that if you so choose, you can be anon, but it is not required.

Rules

>> No Sam/Dean and/or X/Y centric. Nothing against to who ships it, but this meme is Dean/Castiel centric. However, if you want to play some threesome or watching, bonding, whatever, keep it going. Only remember that your main prompts should be for Dean and Castiel.
>> One prompt per post please. Try to be considerate about this. If you ask for a fic "shower sex, sex in Impala", you ask for too much. But "bloodplay and having sex with it" is acceptable since they are bonded.
>> No "seconding" or agreeing with prompts. We already encourage every prompt to be fulfilled, so it's useless. Comments 'seconding' or 'made of win' etc will be deleted. Every kink is made of win.
>> Therefore, definitely no bashing. Play respectfully kids. Our garden is huge to play.
>> No drabbles. When writing a repsonse to a prompt, your MINIMUM is 250 words.
>> And lastly, no real person fic prompts. They can be a different meme subject, but not in this one.

How?

++ You comment with a prompt. (One prompt per comment. See above, I explained for multiple bonded prompts) You can ask directly for sex, or more innocent kinks too. To me for example, a wall slamming is far more sexier than wall sex. ;;)

THEN ;

++ If you are a reader : You wait, wander around the beautiful work, and comment to writers. That is a good feeling, applause.
++ If you are a writer : Fulfill prompts, as many as you like. Just one rule : fill in the subject with the name or your fic, or something like that so people can see it easily. It's for your own benefit ;) [You'd help me so much if you let me know that you've fulfilled a prompt in this post.]
++ Has someone already filled a prompt you wanted to write? Don't fret! The more fic the merrier so write away!

Anything else?

-- If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask.
-- There will be unmarked spoilers, so enter at your own risk. 4x22 is a fair play.

Archiving

~~ You'd help me so much if you let me know that you've fulfilled a prompt in this post. That way I can organise it easily. And of course it's a list already.
~~ [livejournal.com profile] hiddenxplaces is amazingly collecting the links via delicious too. You can check updates on here.

Pimp

Also, please PIMP THIS FAR AND WIDE, to any and all Supernatural communities you happen to be a part of as well as your own journals! The more the merrier.
WE EVEN HAVE A PAIR OF WINGS PEOPLE.

WINGED VERSION


The Dean/Castiel Kink Meme
Porn or not, every angel&human has fantasies.



DEAN/CASTIEL VERSION (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] everlyn, you rock bb!)


The Dean/Castiel Kink Meme
Porn or not, every angel&human has fantasies.



And

:: Maybe we should open up a SPN kink comm, having different entries for pairs and such. Summer is LONG.
:: Why Dean/Castiel?
:: Dean/Castiel Friending Meme

Last thing

I hope I managed this well, have fun :)

This post bows to the amazingness of The Supernatural Kink Meme and STAR TREK XI KINK MEME.
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Date: 2009-05-24 05:36 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
OH HAI.

Castiel watching Dean from afar, on a calm night. Porn is not necessary!

Watching and Waiting

Date: 2009-05-24 06:00 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mamaesme.livejournal.com
It’s one of those rare quiet nights for the Winchester brothers. In a hotel between jobs, drinking a few beers and making fun of old horror films, the two seem like brothers again.

There isn’t a trace of the age old arguments, pain filled eyes or hidden secrets. It made Castiel feel peaceful, like some weight of trying to protect his charge from even his brother.

Dean’s smiling, laughing even, and Castiel hasn’t felt this calm since before he was placed in charge of guarding Dean.

Castiel was the angel charged with protecting this boy until the day he dies – a natural death which Castiel knows isn’t coming for years. He knows exactly how Dean will die, and barely thirty trying to save the world isn’t it.

Dean shut off the television, and Castiel’s attention was zoned back onto him. Sam was passed out on the bed beside his older brother, beer sloshing over. With a wry smile, Dean peeled it from his little brother’s grip before setting it on the table with the rest of the empty bottles.

Castiel watched as Dean turned his head to the right, exactly where Castiel was leaning against the wall invisible to human eyes and senses, and called, “I know you’re there Cas.”

The angel isn’t one to hide after being called out like he was, so the area around him ripples and his vessel is visible to Dean. “Hello Dean,” he acknowledged with his customary nod.

“Do you have something to tell me?” his charge asked, with a brief and terrified glance in Sam’s direction.

A brief spike of anger washed over Castiel before he made sure to calm himself. He shouldn’t feel anything, but doubting is leaving him more and more open to being subjected to brief and intense emotions. In a single moment, Castiel hated Sam Winchester’s ability to worry his elder brother even in his sleep.

“No Dean,” Castiel finally replied. “I am simply watching over you.”

There is a quirk of Dean’s lips like he wanted to smile but was refusing to let himself smile. “Like a guardian angel.”

Castiel isn’t a guardian angel. He’s a warrior of God and heaven. But to see Dean Winchester smile, to make sure his charge is never hurt again like he was in Hell, Castiel is willing to become one.

“Yes Dean. Like a guardian angel.”

Dean’s grin is blinding. “Just don’t peep on me, alright?” Dean recovered, as he stripped to his boxers and climbed into his bed.

Castiel just stared, not replying, and watched as Dean Winchester fell asleep. He spent the rest of the night, watching and knowing that one day, when Dean was grey headed, he would slip away in his sleep and Castiel would welcome him at Heaven’s gate with a kiss.

Castiel was just waiting until that day.


(hope you like it. =])

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Date: 2009-05-24 05:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mamaesme.livejournal.com
yomg! Why must I work this afternoon?! Guess what Brooke's going to be checking on when her boss isn't in the room?

prompt: dean teaching cas about music (porn is optional)

men screaming in the car

Date: 2009-05-24 07:03 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
English is not my native, so bear with me please :) And i hope this covers, not exactly what you asked but.

“But this is just wrong. This is torture.”

Dean rolled his eyes to that, and turning to him, he asked

“What?”

Castiel, who was sitting on his bed answered:

“This. The thing you called music is torture. Music is not this, music has to soothe you, like coming from the nature-“
“Like a prayer in a Sunday church reading, right?”

Castiel’s look said ‘right’ but no words were spoken.

Huffing, Dean got up and walking towards him, he pointed the laptop.

“That thing can show you what music really is, Cas. And believe me, it’s better than gospel.”

Skeptical, Angel didn’t say anything. Seeing this challenge, Dean walked to table and opening laptop, he talked

“You’ll see-“
“I don’t want to hear what you listen to while you are on the road. I know how it is, trust me-“
“Cause you sit on the back of my car?”

Castiel didn’t say anything.

Rolling his eyes, Dean wavered him to come over, and answered

“Look. This is gospel like, you’ll like it.”

Castiel was again skeptical –seriously why angels can be this skeptical if they knew everything in the world- but when the sound of violins filled the room, the unthinkable happened.

Castiel smiled.

He fucking smiled.

Dean, who was looking with wide eyes to the angel asked

“You know this?”

Turning his head to him, Castiel answered nonchalantly

“No. But it’s good. Is this called music? Among my Father’s devotees and the men who screams in your car?”

Again rolling his eyes, Dean answered

“They are not screaming, but yes, this is music. I think you are a soft one. More classical, more ‘I’m sleeping on a beach with my cocktail in my hands’ type.”

Castiel looked like he didn’t know what he was talking about, but if Dean was that sure of it, he must be it so he nodded. Seeing that this made his charge smile, Castiel asked

“Do you have any more of this?”

Dean moaned.

“You’ll make me buy an Ipod, won't you?”

Castiel narrowed his eyes to that, but Dean patted his shoulders and turned down volume just a little bit.

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Date: 2009-05-24 05:41 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Wonderful idea!

Dean/Castiel, past Alistair/Dean. Castiel trying to exorcize Dean's fears about his time in Hell as Alistair's pet.

Breathe me (PG-13)

Date: 2009-06-04 02:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nabichansaotome.livejournal.com
So, almost but not really there? The idea would not leave me alone. Hope you somehow like it. ♥


Cities have fallen by one man's command. Innocents have been tied to poles and burnt to the bones by their own landlords. Civilizations have been slaved, freed and caught by a shorter leash. Brothers have known betrayal, children desperation; man is always another man's fall. Hate sprees, a scared child grows to be the monster he once feared, the faithful shows no forgiveness. And yet, yet Castiel loved and cherished them all —in the cold, distant way he was capable and allowed of—, would have even offered redemption had it been within his nature to feel sorrow. As it was he stood watching the canvas of his Father's creation, wondering, waiting and counting the centuries for his next order.

He is older than the soil under his feet, than oceans, than story and this plane of existence humanity calls Earth. He has been for so long that no heavenly or human knowledge helps him to understand why is only with his hands around Dean's trachea that he knows horror, fear and such sadness that he has to press his vessel's lips firmly together to keep himself from praying to his father. The quick rhythm of the pulse under his fingers becomes shallow, it reverberates through his whole being and his arms shake, and it's only then that Dean orders him to stop.

“Enough.”

The whisper is barely out of the hunter's lips and Castiel is already letting go, placing his hands on the mattress, at each side of Dean's head, locking gazes with his charge and silently willing him to breathe.

There is gratitude for the angel in the green eyes and a weak smirk in the corner of his lips for Hell and Alastair alone.

Control.

He wouldn't know what to say if Dean were to see him crying, so he lowers himself and hides his face on the pillow just in time; wondering about humanity and waiting for new orders, protecting his charge with his wings.

Date: 2009-05-24 05:47 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
This is too great for words, thank you!

Dean/Cas with accidental-voyeour-and-kinda-jealous!Sam. It's not necessarily meant to be explicit, it's up to you, but in any case I'd like me some toppy Castiel.

I'll luv you forever if you write this. ♥

Hope this works!

Date: 2009-05-24 07:35 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Sam had ducked for a few minutes to get some soda from the vending machine. He wasn't paying attention really, too busy with Hell and ruby and Liltih, the fucking end of the world, to register the sounds.

Dean, sprawled on his back, eyes glassy and mouth half open, flushed and sweating. Castiel, leaning over him, already messy hair sticking straight up, his mouth doing something obscene to Dean's cock. Sam can't see the angel's eyes, his gaze fixed on his brother's face, open and pleading and vulnerable in way Dean never was with him. A tortured sounding moan from Dean breaks Sam from his trance. He startles, shoulder banging against the door frame. Castiel stops, suddenly, and Dean groans, incoherent, as Castiel whips his head around to face Sam. There's come glistening on the angel's lower lip.

Sam backs out of the room, soda can hitting the floor with a thud as he turns tail and runs, Deans anguish "SAM!" ringing in his ears.

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Date: 2009-05-24 05:49 pm (UTC)
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Castiel tries to explain Heaven to Dean.

No Words (1/2)

Date: 2009-05-24 09:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] mariana-oconnor.livejournal.com
It’s a fucking barn. He’s going to die in a fucking barn, surrounded and slaughtered like an animal.

Somewhere out there, though, Sam’s still running, still kicking, and that’s all that’s keeping Dean from putting a freaking bullet in his brain because if they’re here chasing after him and battering their way through his devil’s traps and seals of Solomon, then Sam’s got just that many fewer running after him.

It’s the end of the world, do not pass go, lights out, ding dong the witch is damn well dead and buried. No doubt some obese chick with wings is singing hallelujah harmonies in some celestial choir while the human race breathes its last.

And he and Castiel are stuck in a barn – no escape routes, no weapons left – leaning their backs against the rough wood of the walls and waiting out the legion of demons that are surrounding them. Heaven’s not really interested in helping them out, and, from the way the walls are beginning to shake, the big guns are already out front.

He wishes he hadn’t lost his shotgun.

“What’s it like?” he asks, seconds later, without even really having followed where his train of thought was leading him.

“What is what like?” the angel responds, looking over at him. There’s a furrow on his forehead that Dean takes to mean that Castiel’s hating this situation just as much as he is.

“Heaven, paradise, up there… what’s it like?”

“It is paradise,” Castiel replies, like he doesn’t really know what Dean’s asking.

“Yeah, but is it really worth all the hype? Is it that brilliant? Is there Zeppelin? Will I like it?” he pauses for a second, thinking. “Or does Lucifer own my soul now. When I die do I get dragged back down?”

“No… you will not return to hell,” Castiel assures him. “After all you have done… But we will not die here.” Dean almost laughs, he comes as close as he possibly can – given the situation. He’s begun to get used to Castiel’s sense of humour, but he still can’t quite tell the difference between joke and statement of fact.

“So, then… what’s it like? What’s the matter, is the first rule of heaven that you can’t talk about heaven?”

“No,” Castiel says, as the shaking increases. “It is… difficult to explain.”

“Try – I’d like to know what I’m getting into, give me the tourist spiel.”

“Peace, it is peace, and total contentment. There is no way to describe it to you because nothing like it exists here on earth. No worry, no pain, no doubt – just eternal…”

“bliss?”

“Joy… love… peace…”

“So no Zeppelin?” Dean asks, with a sigh, “no sex, no busty asian beauties… no pie?”

“There is no need of food, no need of anything. It is perfect.” Castiel sounds a little exasperated, like Dean just doesn’t get it. Which is true, because he doesn’t. He can’t see perfection without pie, it does not work in his head. No trashy films, no hot chick on the shopping channel or shabby bar where they serve the best beer and play all the decent music.

“Doesn’t sound perfect to me,” he says, “guess everyone’s got a different idea of paradise, and sitting around on some cloud all day playing a harp and polishing my halo – that ain’t mine.” Castiel smiles, as much as he ever does, before his face pulls back into concentration again. The demons are still shouting outside, and the light above them is beginning to flicker something terrible, but that’s not what he’s thinking about.

“You misunderstand me,” he says. “There are no words… I cannot explain.” He turns round, moving over until he’s kneeling in front of where Dean’s crouched against the wall, staring at him intently.

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Prompt: Dean grooms Castiel's wings. (smut optional, but hella encouraged)

Sex Feathers

Date: 2009-05-24 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] prettypsycho.livejournal.com
Dean Winchester was a man of action in all areas of his life, including the bedroom, and until tonight he had thought that nothing could shock him any more in that department. He had always prided himself on being able to provoke an intense reaction to his sexual prowess in partners but the sudden unfurling of wings at the height of passion was definitely a new one.
He could feel the soft weight of Castiel’s body pressed down on top of him, having not moved since he all but collapsed there moments ago, the angels breath ragged on his neck. He wasn’t quite sure where to put his hands, ordinarily he would run them up and down his lovers back but there were still too rather large obstacles in the way, so he rested one on Castiel’s hips the other stroking softly through his sweat damped dark hair, “Hey Cas, you OK?” He asked when Castiel hasn’t moved or said anything for a couple of minutes.

The only vocal response was a muffled ‘hmmm’ against his neck before he felt the angel lift himself slowly off of him. Opening his eyes Dean took in Castiel’s wings for the first time without the orgasmic mind haze effecting his vision and couldn’t help but let out a soft chuckle.
Castiel looked down and away in a rather self conscious gesture. ‘I’m sorry Dean, I didn’t realise that I would be so...’ he paused and searched for the right word ‘effected.’
Dean sat up and took his hands in his, ‘Hey don’t apologize.’ He dipped his head to catch Castiel’s eyes. ‘Your wings are awesome Cas really it’s just...’ Castiel looked up at him, confused as he continued, ‘Well I’ve heard of sex hair, but sex feathers are something else.’

Castiel drew a wing forward and looked at it. Its feathers were mussed and sticking out at odd angles. He frowned softly as he started to rearrange them. ‘Cas?’ dean spoke quietly unsurely. Castiel caught his eyes asking him to continue without speaking, ‘Erm, can I... you know?’ He gestured towards the angels wings nervously, not sure if asking to groom an angels wings was a major faux pas or not.

Castiel smiled softly, ‘If you wish Dean, of course.’ He turned carefully making sure that he didn’t accidentally hit Dean. Reaching out almost reverently, Dean stroked a single finger down one of the longer feathers at the tip of Castiel’s right wing before moving it gently into it’s proper place and moving on to the next. He had the brief fleeting notion that he should be kind of freaked out by the fact that he was naked in bed grooming his lovers’ wings after sex, but he didn’t care. The wings were beautiful, shades of silver-grey and white with a faint iridescence, more importantly they were a part of Castiel, a part that as far as he knew no-one out side of heaven had ever seen. He was so caught up in the effect this simple act of caring was having on him, it hadn’t occurred to him how it felt to Castiel until he heard a soft sigh come from the angels throat and felt the tip of his other wing curve around to caress Deans side softly. He smiled to himself ‘You like that huh?’
Castiel groaned softly, ‘Yes, you have no idea how good that feels to me Dean.’
‘How about this?’ Dean asked as he ran his hand with a gentle pressure all around the rim of a wing from shoulder blade to tip.
The angels’ breath caught in his throat at the rush of pleasure that flowed through him. Deciding this was all far too one sided he trailed the feathers currently stroking Deans hip across the small of his back before stroking down to tease between the cheeks of his ass. Within moments Deans lips were pressed to his neck, his breath against his ear as he whispered ‘turn around.’
‘Why?’ Castiel enquired breathlessly, he didn’t want this to end yet.
He felt Dean grin against his neck as he answered. ‘I wanna find out if you’ve got a halo.’
A year ago Castiel would have simply told him that he didn’t not understanding the meaning and promise in the words, but those days were gone. Instead he turned in Dean’s arms and kissed him soundly as he was lowered back onto the bed.

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Date: 2009-05-24 05:56 pm (UTC)
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This is wonderful, and because I'm just a poor reader I'll try at least to contribute in my way :)

Dean/Cas, hug.
I don't care how they get there, I just need to read it. It's my biggest wish for season 5 (and Cas kind of needed it in the season finale) ♥

A touchy touchy angel

Date: 2009-05-24 06:28 pm (UTC)
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English is not my native, so forgive me for mistakes. Hope this covers it!

He was going crazy. No, he was going mad. It was mad to worry about someone-and angel for starters- but Dean was mad with worry.

What made him madder was that he got this worried only for Sammy in his whole life. And that was worrying.

He declined, more than refused to go inside the motel. The walls are haunting, Sam wouldn’t understand that. No one could understand that. Who in his life would have a chance to worry about a fucking angel anyway?

Dean did. Fuck, he really did.

“Dean?”

Turning with a gasp, Dean saw him. There he was: bloody, tired, a wind or a fight messed his hair but he was there, he was as whole as an angel could be, and he was looking at him. Trying to understand what was going on.

“Why aren’t you inside? I thought you’d be asleep-“

“So you’d see me and then go away like you do everytime? No, son of a bitch, I am not sleeping-“

“Why are you angry?”

“I am not angry, I’m just hungry-“ passing him, Dean couldn’t look at him anymore but all of a sudden Castiel was on his side, speaking soft, asking for a permission.

“Dean?”

And this was all it took. Dammit this was all it took.

Dean turned and walked to him, maybe actually he ran to him but whatever, Dean hugged him before reaching a conclusion. Castiel was as hard as a wall, he was always like this but Dean couldn’t hold it any longer, he just had to squeeze him, hold him, to feel-

“I am here Dean. You know that I’m here. I’d give anything to be here-“ Growling, Dean pulled him forward and hugged him again.

Castiel was silent then. Maybe he thought that this was a custom, who knew, but when Dean understood that he wasn’t refusing him, he murmured.

“You could at least hug back, you know? So I wouldn’t look like a romcom bastard who is mooning over some guy-“

“Mooning is not-“

“Just do it already, okay?”

Castiel nodded to that and slowly, tentatively, he put his arms around his waist.

Watching the Angel’s face, Dean searched for something not wanted in there, but there wasn’t any, so he smirked.

“Who knew? A touchy touchy angel-“ When Castiel tried to oull back upon this, Dean held him closer and that was that, Castiel learned his lesson.

So he hugged him back, he squeezed him tight, and more than anything, he closed his eyes.

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Castiel can see everything about Dean. After 4.22, Dean becomes sexually attracted to Cas, who doesn't understand Dean's shame/embarrassment when Cas addresses it directly. Prefer top!Cas. Dean hung up about bisexuality a very large plus.

Is this what you wanted?

Date: 2009-05-24 08:08 pm (UTC)
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"Look Cas, it's not...It's just..." Dean sighs, "Guys don't... I mean, yeah, they do, but it's not like...I'm not gay or anything, all right? It's just sometimes...it's stress relief, okay? It's not...you can't just come up to someone and say 'I know you like me because I'm a fucking mind reader or something so let's fuck like bunnies', okay? It just doesn't work that way, Cas."
Cas tilts his head to the side, eyes narrowing. "I do not understand, Dean. Why is the gender of my vessel pertinent? Is this not what humans do, when they are attracted to each other? Is that not exactly the way things work?"
Dean closes his eyes and pinches the brim of his nose. Having a sex talk with an angel of all fucking things is not what he needs right now.
"Look, Cas, this whole things...you're an angel, and I'm just a human, you know? And how the hell do you know about sex, anyway? What, do angels gets their rocks off spying on us unsuspecting mortals or something, because..." Faster then should be possible Castiel is hauling Dean to his feet and pressing him against the wall. Dean's rant dies in his mouth as Castiel fixes him with his best Angel of the Lord glare. "I know you, Dean. I understand. You are confused, you are upset and you speak in anger. Most angels have more important things to do then watch over humans. I share James Novak's memories, I share his knowledge and I do not need to "get my rocks off" from watching, Dean."
The kiss is vicious when it comes, Castiel scraping Dean's lower lip with his teeth, pressing Deans shoulders firmly against the wall. Dean can't do anything but take it, open his lips and go boneless. He'll be embarrassed, later, and little bit pissed, at how easily Castiel broke through his defenses, but right now he's focused on the wicked flicks of Castiel's tongue as he explores Dean's mouth. Castiel pulls away, after minutes, hours, slides one hand up to cup Dean's jaw, other hand still pressing firmly into the hand shaped scar on Dean's shoulder.
"There is nothing wrong with this, Dean. I feel for you, more then I should, and you feel for me whether you accept it or not. This the way thinks work, Dean Winchester."
Castiel deliberately digs his fingers a little harder into Dena's shoulder, and nips at Deans bruised and swollen lower lip before blinking out like he was never there. Dean stumbles forward, hands gripping the desk in front of him. Sammy should be back soon. He needs to get cleaned up.

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Castiel/Dean, somnophilia *G*

Insomnia.

Date: 2009-05-25 01:14 am (UTC)
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Hi, I wrote the answer to your prompt, but it was too long to post here. If you're interested to check it out, it's here - Insomnia (http://izazov.livejournal.com/29379.html#cutid1). I hope it's at least close to what you wanted.

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From: [identity profile] extraonions.livejournal.com
Castiel/Dean, drugged or sex pollen style.

Date: 2009-05-27 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] watermaline.livejournal.com
I wrote a response to your prompt. It was being wonky, so it's at my journal instead. Hope you like it! (http://watermaline.livejournal.com/3009.html)

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Dean/Castiel hurt/comfort. Castiel undergoes some serious, serious trauma (something really scarring, like torture) and Dean, well, comforts him. I'm looking for something along the lines of Dean calming and soothing him and Castiel not being too comfortable with touch.

Hurt/Comfort 1/3

Date: 2009-05-25 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] carmexgirl.livejournal.com
I'm so sorry, I completely failed on any porn...

It was six days later when they eventually found him. After seeing Chuck, who told them he hadn’t seen anything, that he had been locked in the house while Castiel was taken outside to do battle, they eventually found him. News reports of a meteorite falling from the sky, of something hard hitting the ground, killing everything within a mile radius. There were rumours around the nearby town of radioactivity, so the site was sealed pending an investigation. Waiting until nightfall, Dean and Sam managed to break the rather hefty cordon, and do a sweep of the entire site to try and find him.

After an hour’s searching, Sam was ready to give up. “Dean, he’s not here. This place would have been crawling with Feds. If he was here, they would have found him.”

“He’s here, Sammy, I know he’s here.” Dean was determined to keep looking. Every instinct he had told him that Castiel was here, every nerve on fire when he knew he was getting close to him. He felt that on some level they were connected now, that there in the Green Room they had forged something that went deeper than his promise to heaven. As he lifted his eyes up, he thought he could see a dim light, shining hesitantly in the darkness. His heart jumped; he knew it was him. It could be nobody else.

Picking up his pace, he dodged dead trees, charred animal remains and lines of dead and decaying vegetation, he practically bounded towards the source of the light. It seemed to grow brighter with every step closer, as though it was calling him, and knew he was near. When he reached the source, it was all he could do not to burst into tears on the spot.

Castiel was alive, first and foremost; alive in only the very strictest sense of the word. He lay on his front in a crumpled heap on the floor, arms and legs twisted every which way. His torso was streaked with blood; gaping wounds open and weeping, his coat torn to shreds, his breathing shallow and erratic, while his eyes looked like they were covered in film. They blinked once, acknowledging Dean. His lips , dry and cut, moved to try and say something, but nothing came out of his mouth other than a deep, husky moan overlaid with a high pitched whistling noise.

Dean bent down, and stroked his face. Castiel flinched and moaned at the touch. Dean cleared his throat, not wanting Castiel or Sam to be able to tell the heightened emotion in his voice, before saying, “Sorry buddy. I gotta lift you up. Sammy, help me?”

Dean pulled Castiel up carefully, and gasped. His back was covered in blood. Covered. “What the hell did those bastards do to you?” Said Dean, anger tincturing his voice. Sam grabbed Castiel’s legs and lifted them, while Dean did his best to hook his arms underneath Castiel’s armpits, taking care not to touch his back. They carried him, a dead weight in their arms, back to the Impala, where Dean lay him on the back seat.

“Dean…the seats. He’ll stain the seats.”

“Fuck the seats Sammy! They can be cleaned.” He didn’t mean to yell, but he was worried. Sam could sense this, and merely nodded, helping to adjust Castiel’s limbs before getting in the passenger side. They drove to the nearest motel they could, asking for a single room with two beds so as not to arouse suspicion. Once they were handed the key, they both went back to the Impala and gingerly carried Castiel into the room.

“Bathroom, Dean. We need to clean him up. These wounds will get infected.”

“I’ll clean him. Just get him into the bathroom. You need to go find somewhere that sells bandages, and antiseptic and all of that medical crap.”

Sam looked at him. “You sure? You sure you can do this on your own?”

“I said I’ll clean him, Sammy. Go get bandages.”

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Awesome idea!!!

post-Apocalypse, Sam has gone (to college or somewhere just apart from Dean and hunting life), Dean's alone and Cas come to be with him. Porn is not necessary, but would be greatly appreciated ^_^

Memories Hardly Faded

Date: 2009-05-24 10:07 pm (UTC)
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Dean never used to keep pictures in his baby - now he keeps just one. His brother, wrapped around him, post-final war and each one of them drunker than they had ever been before. Dean's got a beer in each hand, and his baby brother has Dean's shoulder in one hand and a matching beer in the other, a little of the drink running down his fingers.

Dean likes this picture. Dean needs to remember that moment. It was one of last moments they shared together before Sam left, and it's hard for Dean not to be bitter, even if part of him understands that Sam never grieved his lost life. Sam left him to go back to California, the world safe and the demon blood business tucked away in the back of his mind.

Dean has yet to tuck away his memory of war, of the past two years. It's hard to forget when the memories start with hell. But then one thing tucks its way into the corner of his car, at first the back seat where Dean ignores him, and then Sam's old seat, where he cannot ignore him: Dean's angel.

Castiel. Dean thought he had left his vessel when the war was won, but then after Sam left, there he was. Still in a trench coat and tie, weaseling his way into Dean's car, into his life, still an ever-present impression like the mark on his arm. Dean would ask him why he was still there if he wasn't so afraid to hear the answer.

Castiel smiles when he notices the picture tucked away on the driver side of the Impala. He slowly reaches over Dean's arms on the steering wheel to take the photo and examine it closer, the hairs on Dean's bare arms standing up at the near presence of Castiel's bare skin.

"You look happy," he says. Castiel blinks and looks over at him, mouth slightly open, lips wet, and his hair blowing with the window down.

"I am happy."

Dean places his hand palm up on Castiel's thigh, and the angel quickly slips his fingers through Dean's, humming with joy.

Dean's not sure if his brother will ever ride shotgun like he used to, but Dean knows he's found someone willing to take the seat up for now.

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Oooo, exciting!

Dean/Castiel - Dean's fascination with Castiel's wings.

Whisper In The Wind part 1

Date: 2009-05-24 10:41 pm (UTC)
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I waited until I knew that Dean was alone, his brother leaving to do much needed research in the town’s library, before I appeared, like a whisper in the wind, rain dripping in steady droplets against the carpeted floor of the motel room. Thunder growled ominously overhead, and great flashes of lightning threatened to tear the very sky above us apart.

Dean seemed to pick up on my more somber than usual mood, proving once again that he really had gotten to know me quite well in the short time of our relationship. No longer was I just an angel to his hunter - things had gone more intimate than mere friendship now.

He just looked at me with green eyes scanning my body, chewing slowly upon a mouthful of pie he’d just loaded into his mouth. Crumbs littered his lips, and the front of his T Shirt, but he didn’t seem to notice. He just continued to stare, before he licked his lips in an unconscious gesture, removing some of the crumbs from the corners of his mouth. Thunder growled again overhead, almost drowning out his next words.

“Someone’s had a bad day at the office. You really need some pie, dude. Pie makes everything better, you know,” Dean said, and he smiled, as though he was trying to make me feel better with a joke.

I smiled slightly at Dean, before I said - “I think I will eat something. Pie would be nice, I think.”

“Well, don’t sound too enthusiastic, Cas. There’s cheesecake somewhere, if you’d rather,” Dean said, snorting through his nose at me, as he pushed another pie laden fork into his mouth.

“I would rather have the cheesecake. Thank you, Dean,” I said, before sitting beside him, uncomfortably close, yet Dean didn’t seem to mind the closeness; at least not anymore.

Dean’s eyes flicked downwards, then up to meet my gaze, before he set his plate aside, half eaten pie still left enticingly on its surface. The smell of apple and cinnamon wafted through the air, as Dean stood, his warming presence leaving my side for a moment, and the slightly chill air wafted across my slowly drying clothes.

“It’s toffee. I hope you like toffee,” Dean said, throwing the words over his shoulder at me as he retrieved the cheesecake from a box on the side. “I dunno why I’m even asking - it’s the only flavour we’ve got.”

I smiled at that before I accepted the cheesecake when Dean gave it to me, with a small nod of thanks, before carefully starting to eat. I closed my eyes against the flavours of the toffee and the creamy cheese, coupled with the biscuit as the combination of flavours flooded across my tongue.

“So what happened to you out there, Cas?” Dean asked, hands going to my shoulders, trying to take the wet coat from around me.

I put down the plate, stood and let him take the coat away, soon followed by my jacket. I could feel the thin cotton shirt sticking to my back and Dean was staring quite hard at me, swallowing quite obviously.

“I saw one of my brothers killed today,” was all I said, and Dean frowned.

“I’m sorry,” was all the response he gave.

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Date: 2009-05-24 06:22 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] linda92595.livejournal.com
I hate myself for asking, but what the hell. I'd love to see some really, REALLY, Virgin!Castiel with Dean breaking him in. All Top!Dean maybe even a little overbearing and pushy.

Date: 2009-05-25 07:46 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
One hand presses low on Castiel's bare stomach as the other drops away the crumpled shirt. "You've never done this before," says Dean. His voice is rough. "Do you even know what I'm doing?"

"You are - Dean, please, I don't know what..." he starts but he trails off when Dean's fingers rub against his nipple. Castiel's voice is fragile and confused and everything it shouldn't be but Dean ignores that. They've been playing this game too long and he's pretty sure the only reason this angel hasn't jumped him yet is because he hasn't worked out how.

"Feels good, right?" asks Dean but it's not really a question. He works on Castiel's pants, dropping down to his knees in front of him. The fabric has a clean scent, too pure for clothes Cas never takes off. Castiel starts to back off but before he can, Dean's grinding his hand against the front of his underpants and Castiel moans open-mouthed. "Yeah. Just enjoy it."

He shouldn't be doing this. He knows that. But Hell's around the corner and his brother is lost and everything is falling apart and Castiel is all he has. All perfect and stoic and wide-eyed and innocent.

When Dean starts to jerk him off, Castiel leans back against the wall behind him and sags. He ends up seated on the ground on his bare ass, legs spread wide. Dean crouches between them and leans forwards, his lips against Cas's ear as he strokes him with his fist tight, slow and steady. "I'm going to make you come. Do you have any idea what that feels like, Cas? It's intense," he hisses.

Then he falls silent and lets Castiel feel it, watching the play of badly concealed emotions over his face, the tension building in his muscles. Dean can tell when the angel is about to come when his chest arches and his heels press into the floor. He has a panicked look in his blue eyes which Dean soothes away with a gentle kiss to his cheek. A silent blessing. "It's okay, Cas. Let go, let yourself go."

So he does, the climax ripping an unearthly cry from his throat.

When the shivers subside, he looks beautiful, flushed and human and Dean feels a smile of triumph slip over his lips.

Castiel's wide eyes fix on his for a moment, lips parted on a word that never comes. He disappears a second later and Dean falls forwards against the wall, an angel's come drying on his hand.

"He'll be back," Dean promised himself.

He wasn't convinced.

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Date: 2009-05-24 06:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kira-bouviea.livejournal.com
I APPROVE OF THIS MEME!

Prompt: Dean/Castiel - Dean is possesed by Castiel (cue the kinky angel sex - Dream world encouraged)

Date: 2009-06-13 01:39 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile] seraphim-grace.livejournal.com
Prompt: Dean/Castiel - Dean is possesed by Castiel (cue the kinky angel sex - Dream world encouraged)

Jimmy had said that being possessed by an angel was like being strapped to a comet, what he hadn't mentioned was that the strap was that glue that they used in adverts where they hung men upside down over cliffs.

Dean wasn't sure he liked it.

All of his nerves were on fire, but it didn’t hurt, they were just ALIVE. Sight had volume. Taste had resonance. Sound was in colours. It was damn freaky.

They were in a golden plain of wheat under an amethyst sky and Dean was perfectly aware that he had been bodyjacked by the angel and yet he was stood there, amongst the wheat and small red berries, naked and yet clothed, and Castiel was there too, smiling at him, and his face wasn't Jimmy’s, wasn’t Clare’s, wasn’t burning bright and shining, it was just Castiel.

There was a soft wind stirring the wheat and Dean knew, because one did in dreams, and with Castiel off doing whatever he was doing with his body, he was dreaming, that the wind was the sighs of children.

Then Castiel stepped forward and it was as if he touched him though there must have been ten, twenty paces between them. It was as if he ran his hand, his tongue, his breath along the curve of Dean's bicep.

The wheat had turned to snow, but it was warm and there were fireflies in the air. “I am sorry that I must do this.” Castiel said and his breath and his tongue and his hands were everywhere. “That I had to borrow your body. I know you cannot enjoy it.”

There was a gap between them but Dean felt like he was falling, as Castiel looked at him, and touched him, and licked him and breathed him in as if he was smoke, all at the same time. And of course Dean was aroused, because it was well, damn hot, and he gasped as he felt Castiel part the cheeks of his ass and lick him, there, but he was sucking his cock and he was stood across the snow looking at him.

As Castiel smiled it was as if he had a hundred hands, or a thousand, and a million mouths and each of them was on Dean as his cock pushed inside him, as Dean fucked his throat, and Castiel just stood there in the snow and smiled.

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Date: 2009-05-24 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Castiel is mad with need, but no mojo (He is mad with need of Dean, total UST) and he takes action, hard and fast.

Quickie Express

Date: 2009-06-16 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] clueless-psycho.livejournal.com
Dean was pulling his t-shirt over his head when Castiel showed up and before he even managed to greet Castiel with his usual sarcasm, his back had hit the bed, hard, with Castiel straddling his stomach.

“Hey Cas…,” he tried to talk but Castiel silenced him with a hot, wild kiss.

By default, Dean never refused a kiss, especially a hot one, one that devoured his lips like they were desserts, one that took his breath away and made the only thing he could think about was how he stirred pleasantly below his navel, if he could think at all.

And Castiel’s kiss didn’t give him room to think, because he was suddenly busy sucking Castiel’s tongue. Too busy to even care that Castiel tore his jeans off and pulled them down his legs, along with his boxer shorts. His cock jutted out happily at the freedom.

“Cas…,” Dean gaped when Castiel gave him a break to breathe, but he didn’t get to talk, he yelped when Castiel closed his lips hard around his left nipple. Dean tossed his head backwards and shut his eyes tight and saw colors as pleasure began pumping through his veins. Or more correctly, as Castiel began stroking his cock in earnest while sucking his nipple.

He got hard in no time. He wondered if it was one of the angel’s many mojo, but then, he was easy and he was sensitive down there and once in a while, he liked it rough. And he just found that he really, really liked Castiel’s hand.

He would ask Castiel later why the angel acted like that, however, for the moment, he would take what was offered to him. Or more precisely, what was forced to him.

So the next time Dean opened his mouth to make a sound, he moaned. Not that he planned it, but it was difficult to stay quiet when you have an angel’s hand stroking you like your life is depended on it, and Castiel’s hand radiated some sort of warmth, like morning sunlight spreading slowly over his skin and under, and that was just maddening. Dean arched sharply and shoved his hips up and down, fucking Castiel’s fist until it felt unbearable.

And then he opened his eyes and saw Castiel’s, icy blue, hard with need but also burned with desire. Castiel looked a little scary but mostly delicious and Dean thought he would go crazy if he didn’t have Castiel inside him in twenty seconds.

But he didn’t have to wait twenty seconds. Castiel suddenly pushed inside him, slick and smooth as if he meant to take Castiel like that, and Dean didn’t want to know whether Castiel magically put gel all over his cock or he was relying on his own precome to grease the way. All he knew was it was juuuuuuuuuuuust damn good and he threw his legs around Castiel’s waist, wrapping tightly as Castiel moved right away without giving him time to get familiar with the penetration. Dean lifted his knees higher and rested them on Castiel’s shoulders, and he prevented himself from making any noises by locking his lips with Castiel’s.

It ended up too soon to his preference, but damn if he could even remember anything but solid pleasure filling him completely with Castiel’s hard thrusts, and when orgasm threw him over the edge, he had never been so grateful to still be alive and screwed senseless by Castiel.

Castiel was gone before Dean even managed to catch his breath, but Dean didn’t care. Next time the angel showed up, he would avenge. At the moment, he would just sleep, enjoying the flood of Castiel’s essence inside him.

* * *

Date: 2009-05-24 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Sorry bout that! XD
Dean/Castiel; a demon spell renders one of the two unable to lie and the other can't resist asking questions.
I'd like Castiel to bottom, but I''ll love the fic either way!

Date: 2009-05-24 06:34 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
While waiting for Dean to arrive, Castiel learns the mechanichs of a remote: porn channel. (Dean walking into him would be superb!)

Castiel Watches Porn For The First Time

Date: 2009-05-27 02:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] slashaddicted.livejournal.com
I hope this is good enough for you.

The First Time Castiel Watches Porn (http://slashaddicted.livejournal.com/4137.html#cutid1)

Date: 2009-05-24 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Woohoo. Awesome!
Set during Sex & Violence. Dean and the siren in the car, kind of how it went in the episode, only none of that "drinking from the same flask" nonsense, but full on seduction.
Castiel is observing from afar, jealous\angry\worried, might come to interrupt and "claim his man".

Date: 2009-05-24 06:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] realpestilence.livejournal.com
Jealous!Castiel fisting Dean, very toppy and possessive...dub con would be very nice, or at least a quite surprised Dean. :D

Date: 2009-05-25 06:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] skidmo-fic.livejournal.com
La? (http://skidmo-fic.livejournal.com/47618.html)

Date: 2009-05-24 06:47 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
"Sex and Violence" AU. The siren turned into Cas.

(My captcha text is "of pipit," what does that mean)

Date: 2009-05-24 07:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ibroketuesday.livejournal.com
Dean/Castiel(/Chuck). Chuck accidentally dream-eavesdropping on Dean/Castiel sexings. C'mon, you know he does.

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Date: 2009-05-24 09:34 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] evalens.livejournal.com
Chuck isn't gay; he just isn't. Sure, he's seen a couple Corbin Fishers and thought they weren't bad, but that was college and he was stoned and so it totally doesn't count. He likes tits and moist holes and long nails that can tear grooves down your back if you're too rough. He likes that you can be too rough; be told to take it easy. Two guys? That can never be too rough. It's not like it's his ass being fucked, but he's never thought holy crap, this sex is too rough, and like, other guys don't think like that either. So you need women to balance this shit all out, y'know? Because you don't want to break your cock over something stupid like rough sex, which must happen to gays. So that's why he doesn't approve of this, just so you know. Broken cocks.

Castiel, Dean, a bed, an alleyway, in a damn church, after demon killing, before demon killing, hiding from Sam, hiding from Bobby, always kissing. He's never seen anything more than that, but he knows what's coming; know it's getting more desperate and heated; knows that he's going to have to watch -- which is his main problem here, really. Castiel and Dean wanna get it on? Fine. Good for them; free love and all that. Except Chuck has to watch and write this down for the Bible. And that's so not cool.

That's never going to be cool.

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Post-saving the world they meet up on a park bench and...

Enough

Date: 2009-05-26 05:00 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] callmeliterator.livejournal.com
Sorry it didn't quite go to porn, but the piece felt complete-- Maybe I can write a sequel?

Dean doesn't look up when Castiel arrives-- he probably never will.

"Figured you'd gone back to being the good kid by now." Dean says by way of greeting.

Castiel shakes his head. Optimal results or not, disobedience was tantamount to causing the apocalypse among his kind, even if the orders he'd disobeyed had caused the apocalypse. Dean probably had figured that much out on his own.

"Huh," Dean says finally. "Bastards don't know what they're missing."

"A disobedient, tarnished, emotional angel who came out of hell not entirely unscarred?" Castiel blurts bitterly.

Dean looks up. "You're an ally anyone would kill to have on their side, scarred or not."

Castiel can't help but meet Dean's eyes, wanting to see that he speaks truth, not those comforting white lies humanity adores but the Host invented. He sees more than he anticipated, however, and it mostly makes him want to cringe, but he can't, won't.

Dean Winchester has loved three people in his life, this is a fact. So the love he thinks he sees shining from Dean's eyes isn't for him. Castiel cannot help expanding his senses briefly, searching for Sam, but he jerks back to himself almost immediately, and the sense of wonderment he has always felt around Dean slams into him full force.

Because he can tell, in a way that a human can never experience or understand, that Dean Winchester has loved four people in his life.

To recover, Castiel looks around him, sees the green of the park for the first time. He senses the warm firefly tickles of the children at play, the cooler, amused/protective parents who watch them, and Dean, an incandescent presence beside him more familiar than the beat of his vessel's heart.

"Thank you," Castiel says, hoping Dean will understand.

Dean leans into his personal space, a breath away, and Castiel waits.

"Cas," Dean breathes out, a question, an answer, and then Dean kisses him.

It is chaste, as befits a public venue with children all around, but it is complete in a way that Castiel thinks the Host will never understand. It may not be the Word of God, but it is enough for Castiel, and he hopes that it is enough for Dean.

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Date: 2009-05-24 07:30 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Dean/Castiel. Castiel's POV. How Castiel deals with his new emotions each time that he faces them and the moment he realizes his loyalty to Dean is more than just loyalty. Castiel must make the first move as in a kiss.

Porn is welcomed but optional.

Date: 2009-05-24 07:45 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Castiel makes himself some Dean-related clothing; t-shirt with Dean's face on it, socks embroidered with Dean's name, possibly a hat shaped like Dean's head? It turns Dean on and they have sex while Castiel is wearing as much of the Dean-related clothing as possibly.

Date: 2009-06-21 01:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] xela-fic.livejournal.com
It starts with a pin.

"Dude, who have you been talking to?" Castiel glances down at himself.

"I am told it is an appropriate way to publicize one's allegiances." Dean blinks. Cas is still wearing a green pin that says "My Savior's Name is Dean Winchester" with a smirking photo of him on it.

"Well yeah, if you're a high school cheerleader." Castiel looks vaguely disgruntled and pops out of the room.

***

"Uh, Dean. What have we said about baiting the angels?" Sam asks disapprovingly.

"What are you--" Dean cuts off abruptly. Castiel is still wearing his pin, but has augmented his pro-Dean ensemble with a pair of close-fitting, embroidered jeans. Winchester flows down his right leg in curling, colorful script. There's a small stitched-version of the Impala, the Colt, and what's either Sam or apple pie on the left leg. DEAN! is sewn on Castiel's ass, Juicy-style. With rhinestones.

"Anna made them for me," Castiel says happily, turning and twisting to show them off. Sam sounds like he's dying and Dean...well. Dean ignores the faint thrill in his stomach. This is not something they should encourage. Really.

***

When Castiel shows up with a hat that emulates Dean's hair style, Sam buys him an entire bottle of Patrone and doesn't bitch about Dean drinking the entire thing and then promptly throwing it all up again.

***

Sam's not around when Castiel pops up wearing his pin, hat, jeans, and a brand new shirt. The shirt has the cheesiest picture of Dean on the front—he's obviously drunk, in a bar, shooting two thumbs up at the camera. On the back it says "Dean's Angel" in big block letters.

If Dean were the one to feel ashamed, he'd be really, really fucking ashamed at being so turned on right now. In the middle of the library. In the children's fable section. Because Castiel is dressed like...that.

"Cas," Dean chokes out.

“Zacharia was not impressed with my shirt. I believe he is jealous.”

Dean growls and pounces. He tumbles Castiel and all his ridiculous, absurd clothing to the ground and kisses him. Castiel remains pliant for a moment, but soon returns the kiss, sloppily at first but angels are fast learners. Dean's fingers curl around the pin, tangled in Cas's shirt.

“Someone could see--”

“Don't care,” Dean mutters, looking down at himself on Castiel's chest. He decides to leave the shirt on. The pants, though, those have to go. Even if they are awesome. (Dean decides that's definitely apple pie, because Sammy doesn't get to be here for this, in jeans-form or not.)

Castiel chose a pretty well-endowed host, Dean'll give him that. He bucks up and yells when Dean swallows him down, throat stretching to accommodate his girth. Dean fights back his gag reflex; it's been a while since he's done this, but it all starts coming back.

Dean glances up, sees Cas thrashing against the floor, head shaking left and right as if disavowing what's happening. His eyes fly open when he hears someone moving down the stacks. Castiel's still letting out these mewling, pathetic sounds, so Dean reaches up and covers his mouth. He moans around the cock in his mouth when Cas bites down on the fleshy part of his hand.

“I think they may be downstairs,” a girl's voice says from far too close.

“Damn it, Clarissa, I told you!”

The two girls' bickering fades as they walk away. Dean keeps sucking on Castiel. Every time he looks up Dean sees himself giving him the thumbs up. Job well done.

Neither of them notice Sam turn the corner. Or the entire shelf of books he takes out trying to get the hell out. The entire scene is burned into Sam's retinas, so when it insists on playing in full view for him over and over, Sam registers Castiel's new t-shirt.

“That narcissistic angel fucker,” Sam mutters, trying to tune out Castiel's cries of passion. With a sigh he does the brotherly things and sits himself down to direct anyone away, because the last thing any of them need is a public indecency charge.

“You're my angel, bitch!”

Sam moans and buries his head in his hands. He so does not deserve this.
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