SPN: Three-way Snuggle-time
Title: Three-way Snuggle-time
Recipient:
deadflowers5
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1592
Warnings: Dean/Sam/Cas threesome, fluff, PWP.
Spoilers: None - ignores S6 onwards.
Summary: Castiel and Dean have tried a lot of kinky things since getting together. Cas' latest idea? Threesome with Sam. Sam's surprisingly okay with the idea, while Dean's not too sure.
Author notes: Written for the Dean/Cas Christmas Exchange.
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When they first became a proper couple, Dean was taken by surprise to find that Cas loved to snuggle. No matter how badass he was when fighting, no matter how toppy he could get in bed sometimes (most of the time, really), the angel's idea of a perfect night in always involved plenty of cuddles. The other thing that surprised Dean was how little he minded.
It helped that Cas was rarely, if ever, self-conscious or ashamed. He tended to be quiet, sure, but he wasn't afraid to try different things at least once, and given how long he'd watched over humanity there were plenty of things that he wanted to try with Dean now that they had the chance, with no apocalypse looming over them and whole days to themselves. Which really meant that Dean shouldn't have been so surprised at his lover's latest request.
“You want to try a what?”
“A threesome,” Castiel nodded. “I believe Sam could benefit from the affection, and I am curious.”
“Dude, he's my brother!”
“I don't understand your objection,” Cas tilted his head in that way that always made Dean want to bite and kiss his neck. “You said that you thought of me as a brother once.”
“That... that's different!” Dean spluttered, thrown for a loop.
“Told you he wouldn't go for it,” Sam spoke up as he exited the bathroom. Dean hadn't realised that he could hear them, and was immediately on his guard. “He's convinced that he'll damage me.”
Castiel frowned at that and spoke before Dean could process the fact that his lover and his brother had apparently discussed having a threesome.
“Dean, I was quite sure we'd gone over this. You are not a plague, you won't destroy things simply by touching them. You didn't damage me, and I don't believe you will harm Sam either.”
“I made you fall,” Dean pointed out. At Castiel's mutinous look, he turned to Sam, who was looking a little less confident. “You're seriously telling me that you're down with this?”
“Well, yeah,” Sam shrugged, gaze firmly on the floor. “I just... I'm never gonna have a normal relationship. After everything that's happened, I can't trust anyone outside of our little family. And, well... Cas promised to bring you back if you, y'know... get killed as a result.”
Dean blinked for a moment, then grinned.
“You really think your Dick of Death could hurt me?”
“I've killed everyone else,” Sam said softly, and Dean fell silent. Sam was meant to be in a relationship, he wasn't meant for one-night stands. But all of his previous long-term girlfriends, or potential girlfriends, had been killed at some point after, which had to have given him trust issues to rival Dean's.
“You're very well suited to each other,” Castiel pointed out then. “Both of you are convinced that you will hurt anyone you come into contact with. And you both need to get over yourselves and get undressed.”
Castiel then stepped forwards to capture Dean's mouth in a kiss. It was his tried and true method to stop Dean from saying stupid things, and Dean thoroughly approved. He wrapped his arms around Cas and kissed back enthusiastically. Through half-lidded eyes he saw Sam watching with such longing that his heart seemed to shatter. Before he could have second thoughts, Dean reached out to grab a handful of Sam's t-shirt and dragged him forward into the tangle of limbs.
Castiel's hands were on his face and shoulder, grounding him while Sam's arms wrapped around them both, enormous hands running up and down Dean's back. His own hands were caught between Sam and Cas, unsure but getting more into it with each moment. Dean broke the kiss to nuzzle at Cas' neck while trying to get him out of his trenchcoat - something that both other men seemed totally on board with.
Soon Dean lost track of whose hands were doing what. All he knew was that he had his arms full of naked and happy Cas for a brief moment before he was pushed down onto the bed, landing with a huff as Castiel climbed up to straddle him.
“Oh yeah,” Dean grinned up at him. “This I can get into.”
“Naturally,” Castiel responded in his deadpan way, but Dean could see the faint smile hovering around his mouth. Then there was a hitch in Castiel's breath, and he dropped his head forwards to suck marks along Dean's throat and shoulder.
Dean looked down to see what was going on, and saw that Sam was moving his hand and arm in a rather familiar way... he was stretching Cas open. Much to Dean's surprise there was no jealousy, just a sharp thrill of want running through him.
“More,” Castiel demanded, and Dean reached down to grab his lover's arse cheeks and hold him open, giving Sam easier access. He met Sam's eyes over Castiel's shoulder and gave a brief nod. They were doing this.
While Sam prepared Cas, Dean could feel the angel's erection slide across his own and couldn't keep from thrusting his hips up for more friction. Castiel let out a delighted groan and reached one hand down to wrap around them both, stroking at the long-learned perfect pace.
Soon, Dean felt Sam climb up onto the bed properly between his legs, and kept his eyes trained on Castiel's face. Sam was one of the few people he'd trust to touch Cas like this, but he still wanted to make sure his angel (his angel, dammit!) was okay. His fears proved unfounded though when Cas pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before looking over his shoulder at Sam.
“It seems to be a general failing of Winchester men that you cannot trust yourselves not to harm your partners. I'm not made of glass, Sam. Now move!”
Dean and Sam huffed out identical laughs, then started to thrust properly, much to Castiel's evident pleasure. Dean moved his hands away from Cas' arse and instead used one to skritch the back of his neck, something that always made Cas melt and heightened his arousal at the same time. It had been a wonderful day when he'd discovered the angel's weak spot. His other hand slid between them to join Castiel's on their cocks even as he countered Sam's thrusts for a steady slide against each other.
“That's it,” Castiel whispered against Dean's neck, movements slowly losing coordination. He returned to licking and nipping at one of the hickeys he'd left earlier, and Dean could feel himself getting closer to the edge right along with Cas.
Looking up, Dean found his gaze caught by Sam's again. He licked his lips, watching how Sam's eyes followed his tongue, then unwrapped his hand from where Cas was still stroking and squeezing. Instead, he reached up and entwined his fingers with Sam's against Castiel's hip.
Sam's eyes widened, and his hips slammed into Castiel once, twice, then he was clearly coming with a low groan. It seemed to last forever and not long enough as Dean watched his brother caught up in complete bliss.
Then Sam fell forwards, catching himself at the last second so that he didn't crush his bed partners. He nuzzled briefly at Cas' back, then slid back and to the side. Dean was confused for a moment until he saw Sam remove a condom and dispose of it. That made sense. Then Sam was back kneeling next to the bed, and managed to nudge his way between their bodies to lick at the two cocks.
At the first tiny kitten-licks, Dean was gone. He clutched at Sam's hair and Cas' back as he came, and felt Cas grinding back as he followed Dean over the edge.
Sam barely moved out of the way before Cas let himself collapse down to wrap around Dean. With some effort, Dean pulled Cas up the bed and under the covers for the obligatory post-coital snuggle. Sam disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a clean face and a damp wash cloth, to clean the others off.
“Thanks Sammy,” Dean nodded. It could get really uncomfortable sleeping covered in drying semen. He noticed then that Sam was standing near the bed awkwardly, looking down wistfully at where Cas was cradled in his arms. Dean spared maybe a second to think about it before he leaned over and grabbed Sam's hand.
“Get in, Sasquatch.”
“Really?” Sam's eyes lit up, and he quickly slid under the covers. Dean pulled Sam's arm over Cas so that his enormous mitt was resting on Dean's waist.
“Rule number one of sex with Cas,” Dean explained as he lay down again, “always cuddle after. Dude has a major thing for cuddling.”
“Dean,” Castiel muttered then, “shut up. Sleeping.”
“Okay Cas,” Dean grinned and closed his eyes. “You heard him Sam. Time to sleep.”
As they all drifted off, Dean squeezed Cas a little tighter. He wasn't sure what was meant to happen between the three of them now, but it could wait for later. For now, he had to snuggle with his lover.
In all, life couldn't get much better than this.
Recipient:
deadflowers5
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1592
Warnings: Dean/Sam/Cas threesome, fluff, PWP.
Spoilers: None - ignores S6 onwards.
Summary: Castiel and Dean have tried a lot of kinky things since getting together. Cas' latest idea? Threesome with Sam. Sam's surprisingly okay with the idea, while Dean's not too sure.
Author notes: Written for the Dean/Cas Christmas Exchange.
~*~
When they first became a proper couple, Dean was taken by surprise to find that Cas loved to snuggle. No matter how badass he was when fighting, no matter how toppy he could get in bed sometimes (most of the time, really), the angel's idea of a perfect night in always involved plenty of cuddles. The other thing that surprised Dean was how little he minded.
It helped that Cas was rarely, if ever, self-conscious or ashamed. He tended to be quiet, sure, but he wasn't afraid to try different things at least once, and given how long he'd watched over humanity there were plenty of things that he wanted to try with Dean now that they had the chance, with no apocalypse looming over them and whole days to themselves. Which really meant that Dean shouldn't have been so surprised at his lover's latest request.
“You want to try a what?”
“A threesome,” Castiel nodded. “I believe Sam could benefit from the affection, and I am curious.”
“Dude, he's my brother!”
“I don't understand your objection,” Cas tilted his head in that way that always made Dean want to bite and kiss his neck. “You said that you thought of me as a brother once.”
“That... that's different!” Dean spluttered, thrown for a loop.
“Told you he wouldn't go for it,” Sam spoke up as he exited the bathroom. Dean hadn't realised that he could hear them, and was immediately on his guard. “He's convinced that he'll damage me.”
Castiel frowned at that and spoke before Dean could process the fact that his lover and his brother had apparently discussed having a threesome.
“Dean, I was quite sure we'd gone over this. You are not a plague, you won't destroy things simply by touching them. You didn't damage me, and I don't believe you will harm Sam either.”
“I made you fall,” Dean pointed out. At Castiel's mutinous look, he turned to Sam, who was looking a little less confident. “You're seriously telling me that you're down with this?”
“Well, yeah,” Sam shrugged, gaze firmly on the floor. “I just... I'm never gonna have a normal relationship. After everything that's happened, I can't trust anyone outside of our little family. And, well... Cas promised to bring you back if you, y'know... get killed as a result.”
Dean blinked for a moment, then grinned.
“You really think your Dick of Death could hurt me?”
“I've killed everyone else,” Sam said softly, and Dean fell silent. Sam was meant to be in a relationship, he wasn't meant for one-night stands. But all of his previous long-term girlfriends, or potential girlfriends, had been killed at some point after, which had to have given him trust issues to rival Dean's.
“You're very well suited to each other,” Castiel pointed out then. “Both of you are convinced that you will hurt anyone you come into contact with. And you both need to get over yourselves and get undressed.”
Castiel then stepped forwards to capture Dean's mouth in a kiss. It was his tried and true method to stop Dean from saying stupid things, and Dean thoroughly approved. He wrapped his arms around Cas and kissed back enthusiastically. Through half-lidded eyes he saw Sam watching with such longing that his heart seemed to shatter. Before he could have second thoughts, Dean reached out to grab a handful of Sam's t-shirt and dragged him forward into the tangle of limbs.
Castiel's hands were on his face and shoulder, grounding him while Sam's arms wrapped around them both, enormous hands running up and down Dean's back. His own hands were caught between Sam and Cas, unsure but getting more into it with each moment. Dean broke the kiss to nuzzle at Cas' neck while trying to get him out of his trenchcoat - something that both other men seemed totally on board with.
Soon Dean lost track of whose hands were doing what. All he knew was that he had his arms full of naked and happy Cas for a brief moment before he was pushed down onto the bed, landing with a huff as Castiel climbed up to straddle him.
“Oh yeah,” Dean grinned up at him. “This I can get into.”
“Naturally,” Castiel responded in his deadpan way, but Dean could see the faint smile hovering around his mouth. Then there was a hitch in Castiel's breath, and he dropped his head forwards to suck marks along Dean's throat and shoulder.
Dean looked down to see what was going on, and saw that Sam was moving his hand and arm in a rather familiar way... he was stretching Cas open. Much to Dean's surprise there was no jealousy, just a sharp thrill of want running through him.
“More,” Castiel demanded, and Dean reached down to grab his lover's arse cheeks and hold him open, giving Sam easier access. He met Sam's eyes over Castiel's shoulder and gave a brief nod. They were doing this.
While Sam prepared Cas, Dean could feel the angel's erection slide across his own and couldn't keep from thrusting his hips up for more friction. Castiel let out a delighted groan and reached one hand down to wrap around them both, stroking at the long-learned perfect pace.
Soon, Dean felt Sam climb up onto the bed properly between his legs, and kept his eyes trained on Castiel's face. Sam was one of the few people he'd trust to touch Cas like this, but he still wanted to make sure his angel (his angel, dammit!) was okay. His fears proved unfounded though when Cas pressed a soft kiss to his cheek before looking over his shoulder at Sam.
“It seems to be a general failing of Winchester men that you cannot trust yourselves not to harm your partners. I'm not made of glass, Sam. Now move!”
Dean and Sam huffed out identical laughs, then started to thrust properly, much to Castiel's evident pleasure. Dean moved his hands away from Cas' arse and instead used one to skritch the back of his neck, something that always made Cas melt and heightened his arousal at the same time. It had been a wonderful day when he'd discovered the angel's weak spot. His other hand slid between them to join Castiel's on their cocks even as he countered Sam's thrusts for a steady slide against each other.
“That's it,” Castiel whispered against Dean's neck, movements slowly losing coordination. He returned to licking and nipping at one of the hickeys he'd left earlier, and Dean could feel himself getting closer to the edge right along with Cas.
Looking up, Dean found his gaze caught by Sam's again. He licked his lips, watching how Sam's eyes followed his tongue, then unwrapped his hand from where Cas was still stroking and squeezing. Instead, he reached up and entwined his fingers with Sam's against Castiel's hip.
Sam's eyes widened, and his hips slammed into Castiel once, twice, then he was clearly coming with a low groan. It seemed to last forever and not long enough as Dean watched his brother caught up in complete bliss.
Then Sam fell forwards, catching himself at the last second so that he didn't crush his bed partners. He nuzzled briefly at Cas' back, then slid back and to the side. Dean was confused for a moment until he saw Sam remove a condom and dispose of it. That made sense. Then Sam was back kneeling next to the bed, and managed to nudge his way between their bodies to lick at the two cocks.
At the first tiny kitten-licks, Dean was gone. He clutched at Sam's hair and Cas' back as he came, and felt Cas grinding back as he followed Dean over the edge.
Sam barely moved out of the way before Cas let himself collapse down to wrap around Dean. With some effort, Dean pulled Cas up the bed and under the covers for the obligatory post-coital snuggle. Sam disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a clean face and a damp wash cloth, to clean the others off.
“Thanks Sammy,” Dean nodded. It could get really uncomfortable sleeping covered in drying semen. He noticed then that Sam was standing near the bed awkwardly, looking down wistfully at where Cas was cradled in his arms. Dean spared maybe a second to think about it before he leaned over and grabbed Sam's hand.
“Get in, Sasquatch.”
“Really?” Sam's eyes lit up, and he quickly slid under the covers. Dean pulled Sam's arm over Cas so that his enormous mitt was resting on Dean's waist.
“Rule number one of sex with Cas,” Dean explained as he lay down again, “always cuddle after. Dude has a major thing for cuddling.”
“Dean,” Castiel muttered then, “shut up. Sleeping.”
“Okay Cas,” Dean grinned and closed his eyes. “You heard him Sam. Time to sleep.”
As they all drifted off, Dean squeezed Cas a little tighter. He wasn't sure what was meant to happen between the three of them now, but it could wait for later. For now, he had to snuggle with his lover.
In all, life couldn't get much better than this.