SPN: Mistakes We Make 24
A/N: The smut returns later on in this one, since we haven’t had that in a few chapters. Gabriel’s still a little reluctant, but Dean and Cas are ready to go again. Randy buggers.
Warnings: Angst, blowjob, gay sex, voyeurism. And Crowley being a tricksy sod again.
-MWM-
That evening, Sam had gone back to Dean’s apartment to start fixing the place up. Jess was staying there too, already doing her best to please her fiance’s brother. At the hospital, Castiel was curled up on the bed with Dean, fast asleep while Gabriel and Dean tried to talk.
“Marketing, huh?”
“Yeah,” Gabriel nodded. “It lets me run around all day, bossing people around and letting my creative side go free. We ran an event at one of the local high schools a few weeks ago… that was interesting, all those teens running around the place.”
“I’ll bet,” Dean smiled. He could picture Gabriel doing that.
“Sometimes I’m in the ads we come up with. But usually I’m the one running the project.”
“And what’s Cas actually doing?” Dean glanced at the sleeping form. “Did he even finish high school?”
“Nah,” Gabriel shook his head. “But there’s this test I got him to take, so he’s got a GED. At the moment, he’s taking some courses at a community college. He’s actually decided on becoming an accountant.”
“Accountant?” Dean was thrown. That didn’t sound at all like Cas.
“Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction,” Gabriel grinned. “But… he has trouble relating to people now, and he’s still pretty paranoid. He tried working customer service, and couldn’t deal with it. He’s good with numbers though, and we figure even if he’s just working a couple of days a week, in a controlled environment… he should be okay.”
“Huh,” Dean gently carded his hand through Castiel’s hair, upset at the fresh reminder of what his friend had become.
“What about you?” Gabriel asked softly. “What would you want to do, if we managed to get you away from Crowley?”
“I… I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “It’s never really seemed like a possibility. I don’t want to get my hopes up too soon.”
Gabriel recognised the signs of distress, and flipped around in his mind for something else to talk about. Sam was probably not a good idea - he’d noticed that Dean was still keeping his brother at arm’s length for some reason. And they really didn’t have much else to talk about yet.
“Gabriel, about… that night… I just-” Dean started, and Gabriel felt his pulse speed up. No. He wasn’t going to talk about that.
“Don’t,” he said firmly, overriding Dean’s attempt at an apology. “I heard what you said to Cas, I know how bad you feel about it. But ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cover it, and I’d rather just not think about it.”
“Okay,” Dean swallowed, then reached out to rest the back of his hand against Gabriel’s arm. There was plenty of room for Gabriel to move away without feeling threatened, and the older man was surprised by the understanding in the gesture. “I’ll try to make things better.”
“It’ll take both of us,” Gabriel moved his hand slowly, taking hold of Dean’s and entwining their fingers. “Just… if I shy away, just give me room for a bit. Okay?”
“And you tell me if I’m pressuring you,” Dean countered. “I’m so used to falling into bed with anyone, and even with the other workers, we’re all physically affectionate to each other. It’s ingrained now, so I probably won’t pick up on the small signs.”
Gabriel nodded his agreement, then shifted so that he was lying down as well, their hands still joined. He rested his head on Dean’s chest, close to his brother. It took several minutes to calm down again, but it was a step - and Dean couldn’t do anything without waking Castiel, who had proven that he was willing to fight to keep Gabriel safe.
-MWM-
Sam stood at the door the next morning, watching. Things were starting to make a little more sense. Dean was lying back on the bed, while both Novak brothers were cuddled into him, all three asleep.
Stepping back, Sam decided to leave things be. If anyone could save Dean from his current lifestyle, it was going to be Gabriel and Castiel. He could deal with Dean screwing them both, just as long as he wasn’t getting paid to screw strangers anymore.
-MWM-
It was another week before Dean was finally cleared to leave the hospital. He had strict instructions on how to care for his wounds, and daily anti-depressants to take.
Not long after being discharged, Dean sat in Crowley’s office, Cas and Gabriel sitting either side of him. Gabriel had taken over the conversation fairly quickly, while Dean just stared at his hands.
“So you want out of your contract,” Crowley tilted his head to one side, looking at Dean. The young man nodded, and Crowley sighed, passing a hand over his eyes. “Wait here a moment.”
He stood and rummaged through his filing cabinet for a moment, before placing a folder in front of the boys. All three looked between it and Crowley, not sure of the situation. He rolled his eyes, then placed a single piece of paper in front of Dean.
“Look, this is the breakdown of fees I’ve paid since taking you in. And this,” he showed them another piece of paper, “is how much you’ve paid back.”
“Wait a second,” Gabriel looked at the two figures. “Dean, you’ve… you’ve paid him nearly double!”
“Exactly,” Crowley sat down, smirking. “You need to keep better tabs on your debts, Dean. That,” he nodded towards the folder, “is your investment portfolio.”
“My what?” Dean was shocked into speaking.
“When you kept paying me after your debt was cleared, I started investing the money for you,” Crowley shrugged. “That way, you’d have a decent fall-back plan if something happened and you couldn’t work anymore. They’ve grown quite well, and everything’s in your name.”
“Holy shit,” Dean breathed, flicking through the folder which detailed the companies he had shares in, rental properties he owned, and the final profit and loss statements. There wasn’t enough to live off forever, but it was a decent buffer, especially if he did move in with Cas and Gabriel.
“Dean,” Crowley said, and all three looked up at him again. “I’ve always taken care of you. I was seriously worried about you these last few months. If leaving is what it’s going to take to fix you, then I’ll have my accountants work out your severance pay.”
Cas was grinning like a Cheshire, and Gabriel was looking quite smug as well. Dean, however, knew that tone of voice, and raised an eyebrow. Crowley nodded at him, liking the fact that he’d picked up on it.
“I have been looking into opening an escort service in Los Angeles,” he continued. “Naturally, I’ll need someone to manage it if I’m going to be staying here with my brothels. I want you to consider taking the position.”
Dean gaped at him, completely sideswiped. He’d screwed up big time, needed professional psychiatric help, and Crowley… was offering a promotion?
“I, uh, that is…”
“I seem to remember that response,” Crowley leaned back in his chair. “Think it over. I still need to work out the legalities - bloody uptight Californians, worse than the Victorian Era - so I’ll contact you in a few months for your decision. Deal?”
“I’ll think about it,” Dean managed to tell him.
-MWM-
“Dean, are you sure about this?” Sam was hovering, worried, as Dean packed his things. Gabriel had informed Dean that he was coming back with them, and he didn’t feel like arguing. He had the feeling that he was running away again, but couldn’t find it in him to care. Things were finally looking up - even if Gabriel still had trouble touching him for long or without Castiel present.
“I’m sure,” Dean taped up the box he’d filled with his DVD collection. “Danni said she’ll take care of my stuff until we know what we’re gonna keep and what to sell off.”
“Stop, Dean, and talk to me,” Sam pulled Dean up to face him. “We haven’t really talked since I got here.”
“It’s been longer than that,” Dean pointed out. He was tired of dealing with Sam’s issues as well as his own. “You can deny it all you want, but when you left for college, you didn’t look back. You only introduced Jess to me at her insistence, when you decided to marry her. You’re ashamed of the fact that I’ve been whoring myself out to give you the best possible future.”
“It’s not like that,” Sam tried to insist, but Dean shook his head.
“Yes, it is. I know that you love me, but you hate my profession. And that’s fine, but you cut yourself off from me. I can’t deal with you on top of everything else, Sammy. Just give me some space to adjust to having the love of my life around again, and then we can try to reconnect.”
Sam hung his head, trying to hide how much Dean’s words hurt. What made them worse was that they had the ring of truth - Sam had done his best to keep Dean out of his college life.
“I’ll just… we were meant to head back this evening anyway. A few hours early won’t make much difference.”
Dean nodded, before he went to a box he’d kept in his bedside drawer for years.
“Here, Sammy. A wedding gift.”
Sam opened the box, and felt his insides clench. He recognised the rings - their parents’ wedding bands - and knew that Dean approved of Jess, whatever else was between them.
“I, uh… I’ll call,” Sam went to reach out, only to have Dean move backwards, almost subconsciously.
“Sure you will. Just… just give me some time.”
-MWM-
Castiel woke up smiling. Gabriel was wrapped around him from behind, as was usual even when they didn’t have sex before sleeping. In front of him, however, was Dean - fast asleep, but with his arm draped over Castiel’s waist. He was fairly sure that the only way things could be better, would be for them all to be naked.
And, of course, if he wasn’t dying for a piss.
Mentally grumbling, he slipped out of the grasp of both males, somehow managing to escape the bed without waking them. Once done with the bathroom, he decided to make a start on coffee, since Gabriel needed to be at work in two hours, with Castiel’s class starting a little after noon. Dean hadn’t found another job yet, but he was spending his time looking at houses - they’d decided that buying a place would be a better option than renting another tiny apartment, since they now had enough income and savings.
Gabriel felt the loss of heat in his sleep, and rolled forwards. He felt another warm body and snuggled into it, sighing in contentment when he felt arms wrap around him.
Something about the body was off, however, and the thought entered his mind that it wasn’t Castiel. He felt different, body harder and leaner, and he was definitely taller. Opening his eyes a little, Gabriel stiffened when he realised it was Dean holding him, and Castiel was nowhere to be seen.
After a few seconds, Dean frowned and opened his eyes, realising quickly what was wrong. Gabriel was looking at him with wide eyes, breathing fast and obviously trying not to panic.
“Hey, Gabe,” Dean whispered, slowly disentangling them. Once he was no longer trapping Gabriel in his arms, the older man seemed to relax a little, and it made Dean breathe a little easier. He moved his head closer, still moving slowly and giving Gabriel time to back away if he wanted to.
Apparently, he didn’t want to, and Dean gently took his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Soon Gabriel was responding, not as enthusiastically as he would have liked, but it was still a response.
Dean moved away from Gabriel’s mouth and started trailing soft, close-mouthed kisses along his neck. This drew a delightful sound from the shorter man, who rolled onto his back to allow better access. Taking his time, Dean kissed and licked at Gabriel’s pectorals and nipples for several minutes. Until Gabriel grabbed his shoulders and pushed him further down, growling a little in his arousal.
Undoing the drawstring of Gabriel’s sleeping pants took no time at all, and Dean gave in to both his and Gabriel’s desires. He leaned down and started sucking on the head of Gabriel’s cock, drawing a whine from his throat. Soon Dean was bobbing his head, tracing the underside with his tongue, everything he’d learned in his years as a prostitute. He was still no good at deep-throating, so brought a hand up to stroke along the part of Gabriel’s erection that didn’t fit in his mouth.
Castiel stood, leaning against the doorframe and grinning like a maniac. Watching the two men he loved in the throes of passion was a huge turn-on, and he debated simply staying there and watching. Then Gabriel started whimpering, making small, clutching motions with his hands, and he realised that his brother was starting to lose his nerve.
Gabriel was starting to panic - he was enjoying what Dean was doing, yes, but he was still scared about how far it might go. He let out another whimper, mixed distress and arousal, then felt another mouth cover his own.
Opening his eyes, he saw Castiel kneeling next to the bed, leaning forwards to kiss him, lending him both comfort and strength. Letting his eyes fall shut again, Gabriel moaned into the kiss and brought his hands up, one to caress the back of Castiel’s neck, the other to run through Dean’s hair.
Dean watched as the brothers kissed, and started moving faster. He was determined to reassure Gabriel that his touch would bring pleasure instead of pain, and the message seemed to be sinking in.
It wasn’t long before Gabriel was arching his back, shouts swallowed by Castiel and semen swallowed by Dean. He fell back on the bed, breathing hard and shaking a little as Castiel moved down his body to lap at him, helping Dean to clean him.
When he lifted his head again, Gabriel wished he could get hard again so quickly. Dean and Cas were kissing deeply, hands roaming and caressing. Without warning, Dean reached down and lifted Cas over Gabriel, laying him down on the bed next to his brother without breaking the kiss.
Castiel quickly spread his legs, eager for more, and Dean obliged him by removing their sleeping pants as rapidly as he could. He then fell back on top of Cas, reaching between them to stroke at him.
Then he felt another hand slip between them, reaching further down, and he looked up. Gabriel had used the time they were getting undressed to fetch the lube and slick up his fingers. He started gently probing at Castiel, smiling a little at Dean who grinned back, leaning across to kiss him again.
“Fuck, yes!” Their silence so far was broken as Castiel felt Gabriel’s finger inside him, and Dean’s hand on his cock.
Dean discovered that it was rather difficult to maintain a kiss when both participants were smiling. So instead he nuzzled at Gabriel’s neck as the older Novak prepared the younger for him, rutting against Castiel’s leg a little to relieve the building ache.
He didn’t dare try to enter Cas until Gabriel gave the okay, but it was still sexy as all hell watching Gabriel touch his little brother. Now that Dean knew it was consensual on both sides, he could admit to them being really hot together.
Then Dean felt a hand close around his cock, and he let out a gasp as Gabriel led him forwards, positioning him so that he slid into Castiel without hurting the smaller male. He let out a groan as Castiel lifted his legs up, and helped position them against Dean’s shoulders.
Gabriel watched Castiel’s face carefully for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was bliss. His brother was in heaven, and Gabriel needed to be a part of it. So he lay down on his side next to Cas and drew him in for a kiss, then let one hand trail down to wrap around his little brother’s erection. Dean’s hand joined his, as they both jacked Castiel off.
It wasn’t long before the multitude of sensations sent Cas over the edge, and he bit down on Gabriel’s shoulder to contain his shout of pleasure. This in turn set Dean off, thrusting deep into Cas and groaning as he found release.
“Well,” Gabriel grinned as his two young lovers lay catching their breath. “That was a nice way to wake up. Same time tomorrow?”
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Warnings: Angst, blowjob, gay sex, voyeurism. And Crowley being a tricksy sod again.
-MWM-
That evening, Sam had gone back to Dean’s apartment to start fixing the place up. Jess was staying there too, already doing her best to please her fiance’s brother. At the hospital, Castiel was curled up on the bed with Dean, fast asleep while Gabriel and Dean tried to talk.
“Marketing, huh?”
“Yeah,” Gabriel nodded. “It lets me run around all day, bossing people around and letting my creative side go free. We ran an event at one of the local high schools a few weeks ago… that was interesting, all those teens running around the place.”
“I’ll bet,” Dean smiled. He could picture Gabriel doing that.
“Sometimes I’m in the ads we come up with. But usually I’m the one running the project.”
“And what’s Cas actually doing?” Dean glanced at the sleeping form. “Did he even finish high school?”
“Nah,” Gabriel shook his head. “But there’s this test I got him to take, so he’s got a GED. At the moment, he’s taking some courses at a community college. He’s actually decided on becoming an accountant.”
“Accountant?” Dean was thrown. That didn’t sound at all like Cas.
“Yeah, that was pretty much my reaction,” Gabriel grinned. “But… he has trouble relating to people now, and he’s still pretty paranoid. He tried working customer service, and couldn’t deal with it. He’s good with numbers though, and we figure even if he’s just working a couple of days a week, in a controlled environment… he should be okay.”
“Huh,” Dean gently carded his hand through Castiel’s hair, upset at the fresh reminder of what his friend had become.
“What about you?” Gabriel asked softly. “What would you want to do, if we managed to get you away from Crowley?”
“I… I don’t know,” Dean admitted. “It’s never really seemed like a possibility. I don’t want to get my hopes up too soon.”
Gabriel recognised the signs of distress, and flipped around in his mind for something else to talk about. Sam was probably not a good idea - he’d noticed that Dean was still keeping his brother at arm’s length for some reason. And they really didn’t have much else to talk about yet.
“Gabriel, about… that night… I just-” Dean started, and Gabriel felt his pulse speed up. No. He wasn’t going to talk about that.
“Don’t,” he said firmly, overriding Dean’s attempt at an apology. “I heard what you said to Cas, I know how bad you feel about it. But ‘sorry’ isn’t going to cover it, and I’d rather just not think about it.”
“Okay,” Dean swallowed, then reached out to rest the back of his hand against Gabriel’s arm. There was plenty of room for Gabriel to move away without feeling threatened, and the older man was surprised by the understanding in the gesture. “I’ll try to make things better.”
“It’ll take both of us,” Gabriel moved his hand slowly, taking hold of Dean’s and entwining their fingers. “Just… if I shy away, just give me room for a bit. Okay?”
“And you tell me if I’m pressuring you,” Dean countered. “I’m so used to falling into bed with anyone, and even with the other workers, we’re all physically affectionate to each other. It’s ingrained now, so I probably won’t pick up on the small signs.”
Gabriel nodded his agreement, then shifted so that he was lying down as well, their hands still joined. He rested his head on Dean’s chest, close to his brother. It took several minutes to calm down again, but it was a step - and Dean couldn’t do anything without waking Castiel, who had proven that he was willing to fight to keep Gabriel safe.
-MWM-
Sam stood at the door the next morning, watching. Things were starting to make a little more sense. Dean was lying back on the bed, while both Novak brothers were cuddled into him, all three asleep.
Stepping back, Sam decided to leave things be. If anyone could save Dean from his current lifestyle, it was going to be Gabriel and Castiel. He could deal with Dean screwing them both, just as long as he wasn’t getting paid to screw strangers anymore.
-MWM-
It was another week before Dean was finally cleared to leave the hospital. He had strict instructions on how to care for his wounds, and daily anti-depressants to take.
Not long after being discharged, Dean sat in Crowley’s office, Cas and Gabriel sitting either side of him. Gabriel had taken over the conversation fairly quickly, while Dean just stared at his hands.
“So you want out of your contract,” Crowley tilted his head to one side, looking at Dean. The young man nodded, and Crowley sighed, passing a hand over his eyes. “Wait here a moment.”
He stood and rummaged through his filing cabinet for a moment, before placing a folder in front of the boys. All three looked between it and Crowley, not sure of the situation. He rolled his eyes, then placed a single piece of paper in front of Dean.
“Look, this is the breakdown of fees I’ve paid since taking you in. And this,” he showed them another piece of paper, “is how much you’ve paid back.”
“Wait a second,” Gabriel looked at the two figures. “Dean, you’ve… you’ve paid him nearly double!”
“Exactly,” Crowley sat down, smirking. “You need to keep better tabs on your debts, Dean. That,” he nodded towards the folder, “is your investment portfolio.”
“My what?” Dean was shocked into speaking.
“When you kept paying me after your debt was cleared, I started investing the money for you,” Crowley shrugged. “That way, you’d have a decent fall-back plan if something happened and you couldn’t work anymore. They’ve grown quite well, and everything’s in your name.”
“Holy shit,” Dean breathed, flicking through the folder which detailed the companies he had shares in, rental properties he owned, and the final profit and loss statements. There wasn’t enough to live off forever, but it was a decent buffer, especially if he did move in with Cas and Gabriel.
“Dean,” Crowley said, and all three looked up at him again. “I’ve always taken care of you. I was seriously worried about you these last few months. If leaving is what it’s going to take to fix you, then I’ll have my accountants work out your severance pay.”
Cas was grinning like a Cheshire, and Gabriel was looking quite smug as well. Dean, however, knew that tone of voice, and raised an eyebrow. Crowley nodded at him, liking the fact that he’d picked up on it.
“I have been looking into opening an escort service in Los Angeles,” he continued. “Naturally, I’ll need someone to manage it if I’m going to be staying here with my brothels. I want you to consider taking the position.”
Dean gaped at him, completely sideswiped. He’d screwed up big time, needed professional psychiatric help, and Crowley… was offering a promotion?
“I, uh, that is…”
“I seem to remember that response,” Crowley leaned back in his chair. “Think it over. I still need to work out the legalities - bloody uptight Californians, worse than the Victorian Era - so I’ll contact you in a few months for your decision. Deal?”
“I’ll think about it,” Dean managed to tell him.
-MWM-
“Dean, are you sure about this?” Sam was hovering, worried, as Dean packed his things. Gabriel had informed Dean that he was coming back with them, and he didn’t feel like arguing. He had the feeling that he was running away again, but couldn’t find it in him to care. Things were finally looking up - even if Gabriel still had trouble touching him for long or without Castiel present.
“I’m sure,” Dean taped up the box he’d filled with his DVD collection. “Danni said she’ll take care of my stuff until we know what we’re gonna keep and what to sell off.”
“Stop, Dean, and talk to me,” Sam pulled Dean up to face him. “We haven’t really talked since I got here.”
“It’s been longer than that,” Dean pointed out. He was tired of dealing with Sam’s issues as well as his own. “You can deny it all you want, but when you left for college, you didn’t look back. You only introduced Jess to me at her insistence, when you decided to marry her. You’re ashamed of the fact that I’ve been whoring myself out to give you the best possible future.”
“It’s not like that,” Sam tried to insist, but Dean shook his head.
“Yes, it is. I know that you love me, but you hate my profession. And that’s fine, but you cut yourself off from me. I can’t deal with you on top of everything else, Sammy. Just give me some space to adjust to having the love of my life around again, and then we can try to reconnect.”
Sam hung his head, trying to hide how much Dean’s words hurt. What made them worse was that they had the ring of truth - Sam had done his best to keep Dean out of his college life.
“I’ll just… we were meant to head back this evening anyway. A few hours early won’t make much difference.”
Dean nodded, before he went to a box he’d kept in his bedside drawer for years.
“Here, Sammy. A wedding gift.”
Sam opened the box, and felt his insides clench. He recognised the rings - their parents’ wedding bands - and knew that Dean approved of Jess, whatever else was between them.
“I, uh… I’ll call,” Sam went to reach out, only to have Dean move backwards, almost subconsciously.
“Sure you will. Just… just give me some time.”
-MWM-
Castiel woke up smiling. Gabriel was wrapped around him from behind, as was usual even when they didn’t have sex before sleeping. In front of him, however, was Dean - fast asleep, but with his arm draped over Castiel’s waist. He was fairly sure that the only way things could be better, would be for them all to be naked.
And, of course, if he wasn’t dying for a piss.
Mentally grumbling, he slipped out of the grasp of both males, somehow managing to escape the bed without waking them. Once done with the bathroom, he decided to make a start on coffee, since Gabriel needed to be at work in two hours, with Castiel’s class starting a little after noon. Dean hadn’t found another job yet, but he was spending his time looking at houses - they’d decided that buying a place would be a better option than renting another tiny apartment, since they now had enough income and savings.
Gabriel felt the loss of heat in his sleep, and rolled forwards. He felt another warm body and snuggled into it, sighing in contentment when he felt arms wrap around him.
Something about the body was off, however, and the thought entered his mind that it wasn’t Castiel. He felt different, body harder and leaner, and he was definitely taller. Opening his eyes a little, Gabriel stiffened when he realised it was Dean holding him, and Castiel was nowhere to be seen.
After a few seconds, Dean frowned and opened his eyes, realising quickly what was wrong. Gabriel was looking at him with wide eyes, breathing fast and obviously trying not to panic.
“Hey, Gabe,” Dean whispered, slowly disentangling them. Once he was no longer trapping Gabriel in his arms, the older man seemed to relax a little, and it made Dean breathe a little easier. He moved his head closer, still moving slowly and giving Gabriel time to back away if he wanted to.
Apparently, he didn’t want to, and Dean gently took his mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Soon Gabriel was responding, not as enthusiastically as he would have liked, but it was still a response.
Dean moved away from Gabriel’s mouth and started trailing soft, close-mouthed kisses along his neck. This drew a delightful sound from the shorter man, who rolled onto his back to allow better access. Taking his time, Dean kissed and licked at Gabriel’s pectorals and nipples for several minutes. Until Gabriel grabbed his shoulders and pushed him further down, growling a little in his arousal.
Undoing the drawstring of Gabriel’s sleeping pants took no time at all, and Dean gave in to both his and Gabriel’s desires. He leaned down and started sucking on the head of Gabriel’s cock, drawing a whine from his throat. Soon Dean was bobbing his head, tracing the underside with his tongue, everything he’d learned in his years as a prostitute. He was still no good at deep-throating, so brought a hand up to stroke along the part of Gabriel’s erection that didn’t fit in his mouth.
Castiel stood, leaning against the doorframe and grinning like a maniac. Watching the two men he loved in the throes of passion was a huge turn-on, and he debated simply staying there and watching. Then Gabriel started whimpering, making small, clutching motions with his hands, and he realised that his brother was starting to lose his nerve.
Gabriel was starting to panic - he was enjoying what Dean was doing, yes, but he was still scared about how far it might go. He let out another whimper, mixed distress and arousal, then felt another mouth cover his own.
Opening his eyes, he saw Castiel kneeling next to the bed, leaning forwards to kiss him, lending him both comfort and strength. Letting his eyes fall shut again, Gabriel moaned into the kiss and brought his hands up, one to caress the back of Castiel’s neck, the other to run through Dean’s hair.
Dean watched as the brothers kissed, and started moving faster. He was determined to reassure Gabriel that his touch would bring pleasure instead of pain, and the message seemed to be sinking in.
It wasn’t long before Gabriel was arching his back, shouts swallowed by Castiel and semen swallowed by Dean. He fell back on the bed, breathing hard and shaking a little as Castiel moved down his body to lap at him, helping Dean to clean him.
When he lifted his head again, Gabriel wished he could get hard again so quickly. Dean and Cas were kissing deeply, hands roaming and caressing. Without warning, Dean reached down and lifted Cas over Gabriel, laying him down on the bed next to his brother without breaking the kiss.
Castiel quickly spread his legs, eager for more, and Dean obliged him by removing their sleeping pants as rapidly as he could. He then fell back on top of Cas, reaching between them to stroke at him.
Then he felt another hand slip between them, reaching further down, and he looked up. Gabriel had used the time they were getting undressed to fetch the lube and slick up his fingers. He started gently probing at Castiel, smiling a little at Dean who grinned back, leaning across to kiss him again.
“Fuck, yes!” Their silence so far was broken as Castiel felt Gabriel’s finger inside him, and Dean’s hand on his cock.
Dean discovered that it was rather difficult to maintain a kiss when both participants were smiling. So instead he nuzzled at Gabriel’s neck as the older Novak prepared the younger for him, rutting against Castiel’s leg a little to relieve the building ache.
He didn’t dare try to enter Cas until Gabriel gave the okay, but it was still sexy as all hell watching Gabriel touch his little brother. Now that Dean knew it was consensual on both sides, he could admit to them being really hot together.
Then Dean felt a hand close around his cock, and he let out a gasp as Gabriel led him forwards, positioning him so that he slid into Castiel without hurting the smaller male. He let out a groan as Castiel lifted his legs up, and helped position them against Dean’s shoulders.
Gabriel watched Castiel’s face carefully for any sign of discomfort, but all he saw was bliss. His brother was in heaven, and Gabriel needed to be a part of it. So he lay down on his side next to Cas and drew him in for a kiss, then let one hand trail down to wrap around his little brother’s erection. Dean’s hand joined his, as they both jacked Castiel off.
It wasn’t long before the multitude of sensations sent Cas over the edge, and he bit down on Gabriel’s shoulder to contain his shout of pleasure. This in turn set Dean off, thrusting deep into Cas and groaning as he found release.
“Well,” Gabriel grinned as his two young lovers lay catching their breath. “That was a nice way to wake up. Same time tomorrow?”
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