The Monsters that Kill the Nightmares - Part VIII: Late July
Late July
The day he saw them in the Laundromat was a sign from god. Well that’s what Castiel would have thought if he had believed in god. To him it was just a sign that the universe approved of his doings. Why would it lead him to the people he admired most in the world if it thought he’d been doing wrong?
No. It was a good sign. Their pictures - well vague sketches really - had been on the news all morning. Guess that they hadn’t realized that, or they wouldn’t have been out and about in broad daylight. There were other signs too he supposed: the bloodspots on the shirts that had been haphazardly thrown into the machine; the affection between the two overgrown men. He just knew.
He also knew he had to have them.
He didn’t mean to practically stalk them for the next couple months, following them from town to town, it just happened. He ‘accidentally’ checked into the same motels as them, always staying discreet and invisible.
Until the day he clumsily bumped into them on the street when they were wandering around town sometime in July.
He got a dirty look from the bigger one, probably Sam if he was remembering those descriptions right, when he bumped into him, and a small growl escaped the (relatively) smaller one - Dean presumably.
Okay so maybe this was gonna be more difficult than he thought.
“My bad, I’m such a klutz, don’t know my way around my own limbs, I guess.” He tried to smile politely, pretend like he wasn’t doing anything intentionally.
“I’ve seen you around here before I think. You’re, uh, staying at our motel, the Motel Six off the highway,” the short one practically growled.
“Well I doubt it’s your motel but yes, that is where I’m staying,” Castiel mentally berated himself for correcting him; that was not what he wanted to do. He wanted to get on their good side. “I’m so sorry. I’m Castiel.” He stuck his hand out to shake one of theirs. All he got in return were two very confused looks.
“Are you following us, Castiel?” Sam’s size was made all the more imposing by the glare he was wearing and the way he leaned in a little, entering Castiel’s personal space.
Castiel’s slight bravado fell. “N-no. Why would I do that?”
“Well we were hoping you could tell us… Cas. Because in our experience, faces we see too many times? Usually not too friendly.” Dean gave him a once over. Cas may have been mistaken but it looked more flirtatious than dangerous. That may have just been him getting his hopes up though.
“What? No. I’m just traveling through. Don’t even know what town I’m in anymore. Just kind of wandering around.”
Their faces softened a little. Progress. “What about you two?”
“I’m Sam, this is Dean,” the large one introduced, gesturing to himself and then the other man.
Castiel smiled to himself. Yeah this was them.
“Good to meet you Sam and Dean. Once again, I’m so sorry to have bothered you. I’ll just be on my way. Perhaps I’ll see you at the motel?”
“Yeah, maybe,” grumbled Dean.
Castiel walked out of there with a smile on his face. He’d found them.
Two blocks from the motel and Castiel was feeling pretty good, until a dark-skinned man in a suit decided to cross his path. He knew the look on his face: one of smug satisfaction, a tinge of accomplished manipulation, and a couple other things Castiel couldn’t really identify immediately but still screamed to him to run. So that’s what he did. Well tried to anyway. He turned, he bent his knees, and then there was another man headed his way. There was a building to his one side and a busy street to his the other. He was trapped. Fuck.
“Castiel Collins?” called the man. Castiel panicked. Thoughts of he’s a fed, a fed, oh shit, I’m dead flashed through his mind.
“Yes” was his quiet reply.
“A man who won’t lie to my face. I like that. I am Agent Victor Henriksen…” He flashed his FBI badge. “…and I need you to come with me.”
*
The white walls of the interrogation room were making his eyes hurt. He’d been there for an hour, silently contemplating all the ways he could escape with as many casualties as possible.
His prospects weren’t looking good.
His best bet was to play innocent and aloof he decided. Pretend like he wasn’t here to be those boys’… well best friend was the wrong word but it would do.
The door opened and in strode Agent Victor Henriksen. “So here’s how it’s gonna work: you’re going to tell me everything you know about Sam and Dean Winchester, and if you do, I might not throw you in jail for a quarter of a century.”
“Who?” Always deny association with anyone.
“You know exactly who I’m talking about. Those two overgrown baboons you were talking to outside of the Laundromat.”
“Oh! Pff. The only thing I know about them is that the short one is growly and the tall one can be incredibly scary.” Castiel scrubbed a hand over his face and leaned back in his chair, letting out a great sigh.
“And that’s it?” Henriksen crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah.”
“’Cause you, uh, seemed pretty friendly with them.”
“So is it standard practices at the FBI to be a dick to every person you see on the street? I ran into him and apologized. Like a decent human being.”
“No we were watching them. And then you bumped into them. And things didn’t escalate like we thought they would which was pretty spectacular really. So it makes me wonder what you said to them to keep them calm.”
“I treated them like human beings instead of criminals maybe?”
Henriksen was growing visibly frustrated. This was not how his day had been planned. “You really don’t know who those two are, do you?”
Castiel shook his head.
“Alright, lemme tell you a secret. Those two baboons who were so friendly with you are the nation’s most wanted serial killers.”
At that, Castiel burst into laughter.
“Those two? Killers? Maybe of flies.”
“I might not be able to prove it yet, but I will. Maybe you can even help me with that?”
“And what on earth do you have on me that would make you think I’d help you?”
“I know how long you’ve been on the run.” Castiel’s smile started to waver at the corners. “And I know how long you want to stay on the run. That family of yours? They’re some mighty scary folk. Guy like you - barely a grown man. I’m willing to bet you wanna stay as far away from them as possible, am I right? ‘Course you do. And I can help with that.”
Castiel’s façade fell immediately. “I seriously doubt that, Agent Henriksen. I so sincerely doubt that.” His voice was cold.
“Oh I don’t know. We’re pretty good at what we do. I’d just need you to do something for me first.”
“Like you could ever make me a decent enough offer.”
“Now just hear me out. We want you to get close to those Winchesters - become their best friend if you want. Do everything in your power to make them believe you. And then get them to spill their secrets to you.”
“You still haven’t given me a good enough reason.”
“You’d be helping us to catch killers! Doing your patriotic duty! Isn’t that enough?”
“Here’s the thing, Agent. I have no patriotic duty. I was relieved of my ‘patriotic duty’ the day this country forced me to run from my family in order to preserve my own life, instead of putting them away in a mental ward like they should have. So no, Agent, it’s not enough. These are men I don’t know and who you can’t prove to have actually done anything wrong, because that’s what you all need right? Proof? No amount of protection or help you could provide me would make up for the fact that I would essentially grow close to, and then betray, two, from what I can tell, decent, albeit jumpy, human beings. How do you sleep at night when you go around making shit offers like that?”
Henriksen sighed dramatically, frustration and dismay creeping into his demeanor.
“Well if you refuse to help us, we can always punish you to the full extent of the law.”
“For what? Runaways don’t get imprisoned; they get sent home and considering I’m an adult, there’s nowhere to send me. I haven’t done anything else to warrant arrest either. Unless you think I happen to have killed someone, Agent Henriksen?”
Cas was getting snarky, over-confident, of course he’d killed someone - a lot of someones actually - what on earth was he doing baiting the FBI man like this?
“You got something you wanna tell me there, Collins? Are you hiding a few bodies, too?”
Castiel leaned forward, body relaxing. Time to have some fun. “Hiding? Oh, Agent, from what I’ve heard about your killers, they don’t do much hiding. And your boys didn’t have to do much finding. If what all those reports on the news are saying are true, you got yourself a bit of a pickle. So why don’t you tell me why you really need me to go after those boys for you, Agent.”
“So you did know who they were!” Henriksen exclaimed as he slammed his hands on the table. “I knew I’d pegged you right off the bat!”
Castiel scoffed. “Pegged me? Oh please. Here’s the deal. Every person in the country is on the lookout for your two killers, not exactly easy to be oblivious about it all. So yeah, I think you got yourself a killer or two, but I don’t think it’s those two boys like you think it is. That and it’s really easy to fuck with you.
“Now I would gladly help you if I thought you were on to something, but you’re not. Am I free to go? Or are you gonna hold me on some bogus charge?”
The silent seconds stretched on like minutes.
“What makes you so sure we’re wrong? You’ve known those guys for what? Ten minutes? How can you "be so sure?”
“I read people really well. And you haven’t shown me any evidence that would make me change my first impression of them. They may be scary and paranoid as hell, but nothing about those screamed killer to me. Now, am I free to go?”
“You can leave,” was barely audible through Henriksen’s clenched teeth.
“Thank you.” Castiel strode out of the building quickly. New information had come to light. He had to warn them.
*
Cas paced his room for what seemed like forever waiting for them to return. The benefit to this was he was able to think about how he would approach them, get them to listen to him.
It wasn’t helped by how nervous he was steadily growing though. He couldn’t come out and say they were under watch - they’d probably just kill him. Yeah it would probably go like this: ‘So the FBI is in town and they think you guys are serial killers and they tried to get me to be a spy for them on you because they thought I didn’t know who were. But I do.’
Maybe he should just let it all come to him in the moment.
He stepped outside as their black impala pulled into the parking lot, tires crunching the gravel below, and hid behind a nearby pole. They parked and got out, and the picture they painted in front of the setting sun almost made Cas laugh at how cliché it looked. Too bad he was about to ruin the evening.
--
The silent ride in the car back to the motel was interrupted by Dean calling Sam’s attention and pointing to Castiel as Dean pulled into the quiet parking lot.
“Sammy, look. It’s that guy from this morning. What’s he doing hanging outside like that?”
“I dunno, Dean, why don’t you ask him?” Sam snapped. It had been a long and unproductive day and Sam was still pissed about earlier. He didn’t like the look or the once over Dean had given that guy - Castiel - earlier. Dean’s stares and once-overs were reserved for Sam and Sam only and Dean damn well knew it. Dean didn’t know it yet, but he was in for one hell of a punishment, courtesy of Sam and his knife.
“Why, Sammy, I knew you went to college for a reason! That’s a brilliant idea!” Dean shot back.
“Don’t get all high and mighty with me, Dean. We both know I can put that mouth to much better use if I have to. So you better watch it.” The look in Sam’s eyes flickered between angry and mischievous so quickly Dean wasn’t sure which side he was dealing with anymore.
“Don’t make promises you can’t keep, sweetheart. Your mouth is writing checks your dick can’t cash.” Dean smirked before he parked, stepped out of the car and slammed his door shut.
Dean approached the wiry man, not wanting to startle him, Sam trailing behind him. “Castiel, wasn’t it?”
Cas jumped at the noise even though he’d been watching them since they pulled into the parking lot. “Oh, yeah. That - That’s me.”
“You seem a lot jumpier than earlier… you okay?” Sam’s voice was soft, a nice contrast to Dean’s gruff approach.
Cas started to fidget with the edge of his shirt. “Is it okay if we - if we go inside? I feel rather exposed and unsafe out here.”
Dean raised an eyebrow but complied without much question, grasping Sam’s arm and dragging him with them despite the silent protests Sam was making. They filed into Cas’s room, Sam and Dean taking up station at the table beneath the window, Cas opting to remain mobile and pace around the room.
“In the next five minutes, I’m probably going to say a couple things that will make you want to put me six feet under. Don’t.”
That statement was met with loud mumbles of protest but he silenced them with a raised hand.
“I know who guys are - really are. You’re not very discreet - whether that be by choice or not I don’t know. How you’ve managed to evade the law for as long as you have also astounds me. But they’re here. Now. After I ran into you earlier, they uh - took me into custody, asked me a bunch of questions because I ran into you and you didn’t kill me. I didn’t say anything. When you’ve been on the run as long as I have, you learn to keep your mouth shut - never show anyone all your cards. That’s how you stay alive.
“I just needed you to know how much was at risk with you staying here for very long. I know you haven’t done anything as of late. Which is quite the feat for you two I’d imagine, but you’re still in danger. I feel kinda responsible for them showing up right now because it was probably one of my girls they found. I got sloppy and impatient and I just wanted you here. But now you are here, and so are they and I feel so guilty. I’m so, so sorry.” The last bit came out rushed as Cas was about to cry. He didn’t know why. Maybe it was the stress of the day? He collapsed onto his bed, sobs beginning to wrack his chest.
“Why, Sammy, I think we just found ourselves our copycat and we didn’t even have to look for him.”
“Why, Dean, I think you might be right.” An evil grin spread across Sam’s face; his day was getting better already.
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Two Days Earlier
“Another dead girl showed up behind a bar. Seems to match the other ones,” Sam said, peaking above his laptop from the table.
Dean, spread naked on the bed, huffed loudly in response. “Copycat?”
“Copycat.”
“I don’t know whether to be offended that someone’s been copying our style or impressed that we seem to have inspired someone.”
Sam closed his laptop and dragged his own naked form over to the bed. “Only you would ever consider being impressed by that.” He crooned, flopping on the bed face first.
“Oh come on, Sammy. Tell me you’re not a little bit impressed we inspired someone else to kill just like we did. That’s a beautiful thing, even if you refuse to admit it.”
“Beautiful it may be, Dean, but it’s going to cause problems for us sooner or later. Things were finally quieting down for us.” Sam crawled up the bed to wedge himself between Dean and the headboard, wrapping his arms around his big brother and nuzzling his neck. “You’ve been doing so well,” he whispered against Dean’s neck. “We’ve been doing so well.” His hands brush across the scars his knives had left on Dean’s back to emphasize his point. “We found something that was working.”
“You’re making it sound like this is gonna change things between us, Sammy. You know that’s not gonna happen right?” Dean let his head fall back on Sam’s shoulder, body slouching against the bigger man.
“I know you, Dean. You say it won’t change anything, but it will. We both know it. Because we both know what we have to do.”
Dean closed his eyes. “Yeah, I know. ‘We kill the batman’” he jokes.
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Cas stared at the brothers in awe. They’d been looking for him just as surely as he’d been looking for them.
The boys abandoned their seats at the table, striding over to the bed, looking for all the world like spiders who’d just caught the tastiest fly imaginable in their web and they didn’t know whether to eat it or play with it.
Cas scrambled up the bed, back hitting the wall as terror crept through him. His plan had worked; he’d drawn out his murderers. Maybe too well if the look in their eyes was anything to go off of. These were not the cool, calm, and collected gentlemen he’d ran into that morning. These were monsters. Men who would chew him up and spit him out, leave him used and abused and laugh as they did so.
Cas let out a whimper.
“Oh look, Sammy. I think he’s starting to get the picture.”
“I think you’re right, big brother. I think you’re absolutely right.” Cas squeezed his eyes shut. Maybe that would make it hurt less.
There were muffled thuds as heavy jackets, layers of shirts, pants with the belts still in the loops, and weighted boots hit the floor.
They laughed at him. Actually laughed at him.
“Oh Cas. Cas, Cas, Cas. We’re not gonna hurt you. Not yet anyway.” He was pretty sure that was Dean. Sam hadn’t taken to calling him Cas yet. He was too scared to tell Dean off for it though. He knew what Dean could do to him.
“There’s a couple ways this could go down.”
“We could make you watch. Make you wish you could be a part of this.”
“Show you how beautiful what we have is.”
“And only after we’re satisfied completely, and we have you begging and pleading with us, let you join.”
“Because you see, Cas; little boys should never venture into unfamiliar territory.”
“It’s actually pretty unsafe if you do.”
“Especially if it’s already been claimed,” Sam hissed out.
“Or you could just join right now.”
“I know Dean here has been dying to play with you.”
Cas slowly opened his eyes… and the sight before him was magnificent. There they stood before him, start naked, eyes ravenous, muscled limbs wrapped around each other as they eyed him.
“So are you more of a voyeur, Cas? Or are you a participator?” crooned Dean, tearing his eyes away from Sam long enough to stare at Cas.
“I - I can watch… f-for now,” squeaked Cas.
“Good answer,” said Sam just before he sucked Dean’s ear lobe into his mouth, biting and sucking to make Dean squirm and moan against to him. “My Dean here? He’s a bit of an exhibitionist you see. Loves to make people watch him get fucked. Loves to make others watch him fuck me, too. Don’t you, Dean?”
Dean gasped in return, dick twitching and growing hard under Sam’s words and tongue on his big brother’s neck.
“I bet Castiel here is going to love watching me get you off. Aren’t you Cas?” Sam’s eyes left Dean’s to stare at Cas.
Cas nodded silently, eyes locked on the pair before him, body practically glued to his spot on the bed.
“That’s what I thought,” smirked Sam. He turned his gaze back to Dean. “On the bed, big brother, let’s show our new pet how it’s done, yeah?”
Dean fell onto the bed without hesitation crawling up it to lean against the headboard next to Cas. He brushed a hand against Cas’s cheek, pulled him in for a kiss and was interrupted but Sam tugging him back down the bed by his ankle.
“Ah, ah, ah. You didn’t ask, Dean. Now you’ll have to wait even longer.” Dean groaned in frustration. “And I haven’t even punished you for earlier either. Oh don’t give me that look - you know what you did. You were checking out Castiel over here before we’d even found out who he was. And you need to be punished for that,” said Sam.
“Now how do you suggest we do that? Should I ride you hard and then not let you come? Or should I make you come so many times you have to beg me to stop? Maybe I’ll just refuse to touch you at all and focus all of my attention on Castiel over there. I bet you’d love you that. Go through all that trouble to get me to let you have him and then I take him first. I bet that’s what you really want. Yeah, I can tell. You’re gonna have to be patient tonight, big brother. We’re gonna be here all… night… long.”
Castiel whimpered loud enough to catch Sam’s attention again and Sam smiled at him. “You’ll get your turn, Castiel, don’t worry. Matter of fact, why don’t you come here?”
Cas slid across the bed slowly, uncertain of whether this was real or just an elaborate fantasy. The moment Sam grabbed his neck and crushed their lips together though, everything felt real.
Dean watched helplessly as his little brother took the first prize. Cas was supposed to be his first; he didn’t want to share yet. He tried to shove Sam off of Cas and got a gruff response of “wait your turn” instead.
“We wouldn’t even be here if it weren’t for me, Sam. Let me have him.”
Sam broke away from Cas and pressed their foreheads together. “You’re being punished, Dean. Don’t make me think of something worse.”
Dean sat back on his heels and pouted, creating an image so pathetic Sam almost gave in. “Lay down, Dean, and stay there. Don’t worry, you’ll like what’s about to happen next. I promise.”
Dean reluctantly lay back on the bed as Sam whispered something in Cas’s ear that made him nod and squirm with excitement. Sam climbed off the bed and bent down to dig in Cas’s duffel for a small knife. Cas turned away from Sam to crawl towards Dean, a near predatory smile on his face. He lay down on his side facing Dean, trailed his fingertips down Dean’s chest, tickling, catching on the ridges of his ribs and Dean tried to squirm away.
“Uh-uh,” Cas warned, resting his hand firmly on Dean’s chest. “You stay right here.”
Dean felt the bed dip as Sam crawled back onto it, knife in hand.
“Cas, would you like us to show you how we managed to quit? What keeps us from toppling over the edge?” Sam’s voice was honey and ice, dripping with seduction.
Cas nodded slightly, eyes locked on Sam’s before Dean felt the first press of cold steel to his skin. Sam pressed the blade in, blood welling up against pale flesh. Immediately Sam’s mouth was on Dean’s chest, tongue licking the sting away. Cas’s eyes never left Sam, watching so closely he was practically studying. Sam kissed his way up Dean’s chest, mouth leaving a bloody trail before he captured Dean’s mouth and received a needy grown in response.
“You see, Cas, it’s the blood that really gets Dean going. As long as we can control ourselves and spill only enough of it, Dean here stays nice and compliant. Don’t you, babe?” Dean nodded slowly, eyelids half closed in bliss. “Why don’t you try, Cas?” Sam pressed the hilt of the blade into Cas’s hand and guided his wrist to Dean’s stomach. “You think you can do it?”
“Oh. Yes, Sam. Yes I can.” His blade sunk into Dean’s skin a second time, a little deeper, and Dean hissed at the pain before Cas closed his mouth over the cut, causing Dean to groan instead.
“That’s it Cas, perfect,” encouraged Sam, sliding down Dean’s body to kiss and suck on his inner thigh. Dean’s hands balled in the sheets, the sensation of having two mouths on him almost too much. He thrashed against the sheets, begs and pleads falling from his lips before he could stop them and Sam smiled against Dean’s leg.
“Uh-uh. You don’t get to come until you’ve been properly punished for earlier. You know the rules, Dean: punishment first, playtime after. Those were your rules, not mine.”
Dean growled in frustration. “I’m sorry, Sam. I didn’t mean to. I’m so sorry. Please just touch me, something, please.”
“Oh I don’t know about that, big brother. I mean, what do you think Castiel? Should we give him what he wants?” He bit at the soft skin of Dean’s inner thigh.
“Well I guess he has been alright so far,” smirked Cas.
“…I suppose you’re right.”
“…And I really want to know what it’s like to make him squirm with pleasure.”
“Ulterior motives. I see how you are.”
“Oh you haven’t seen anything yet.”
“Are you two gonna keep up the banter or are you gonn…” Dean was cut off by Cas’s lips on his, Cas’s tongue swiping across his lips, begging entrance. His mouth parted immediately and he was filled with the taste of Cas, his lips moving insistently against Dean’s. Dean was momentarily distracted as Sam’s mouth moved lower, finally taking Dean’s hard length in his mouth, tongue moving with determination. Dean tried to break away from Cas’s mouth to gasp at the sensations Sam was causing between his legs, but Cas chased his mouth with his own, sucking on Dean’s tongue, keeping him engaged. The distraction allowed Sam to pull off of Dean’s cock and slip lower, tongue swiping across Dean’s puckered hole. Dean bucked against Sam’s mouth, pleasure shooting up his spine.
Sam slotted his thumbs into the hallows of Dean’s hips, holding him in place as his mouth and tongue worked Dean open, tongue pressing against him, past that tight outer ring, tongue curling inside and Dean made little keening noises and whimpers against Cas’s mouth, dick twitching out spurts of pre-come.
Cas couldn’t get enough of Dean’s mouth, tongue exploring deeply. He savored the little sounds Dean made as Sam worked him over. He couldn’t wait to be able to be responsible for those sounds.
Sam pulled away from Dean’s hole, mouth trailing kisses up Dean’s stomach. He slipped the knife from Cas’s loose grip, sliced it across Dean’s thigh, mouth sealing over the cut again. Dean finally broke away from Cas, filthy words falling from his lips.
Sam chuckled, “So eager, Dean. Maybe I should spend some time teaching you about patience again.”
Dean bolted upright, hand going for Sam’s throat. “If I don’t get a dick in my ass in the next two minutes, I’m cutting you off for a week and making you watch me fuck Cas. Got it?”
“Alright, alright, bossy. Calm your ass down.” Sam tugged at the fingers still hooked around his neck. Dean relinquished his hold, falling back against the bed.
“So does this mean I’m not getting fucked or…?” Cas chimed in.
“Don’t worry, Cas. We’ll take care of you too,” laughed Sam, “I bet Dean would love to fuck you as I fuck him. Wouldn’t you, Dean?”
Dean simply nodded, words escaping him as the image of what Sam was suggesting filled his mind.
“Lube?”
“With the condoms in the bottom of my bag.”
“A man who thinks ahead. Perfect.” Sam climbed off the bed to dig through Cas’s duffel again and Cas crawled over Dean, straddling his hips. He rocked against Dean, worn jeans dragging against smooth skin.
“We should probably get you out these clothes, shouldn’t we?” mumbled Dean, hands skimming under the hem of Cas’s threadbare shirt.
Cas bit his lip and nodded, tugging his shirt over his head. Dean ran his hands over the smooth skin of Cas’s chest, so beautifully unmarred; he couldn’t wait to sink a blade into the flesh, watch it split open before him, feel the warm blood on his tongue. Just thinking about it had his fingers twitching and itching for a blade.
His arm fanned out, scraping across the bed searching for the blade where he hoped Sam had left it. The cold steel hit his palm and he wrapped fingers around it, tugging on one of Cas’s wrists with his other hand, pulling the limb towards him.
He pressed the blade flush against Cas’s arm, but hesitated. “Is - is this… okay?”
Cas swallowed, nodded slightly and Dean pressed the blade into Cas’s forearm watching the angry red line blossom against the cold grey of steel. It was invigorating being the first to do this to Cas, and Dean didn’t treat it lightly, eyes always watching Cas’s face for any sign of pain or a reason to stop. He pulled Cas’s wrist to his mouth, lips sealing over the wound. Cas threw his head back, eyes rolling back in his head. Dean let go immediately, panic flooding his system.
“You okay, Cas, shit I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s okay, Dean. I’m okay. Don’t stop.”
Dean latched his mouth on Cas’s arm again, sucking lightly, before licking across the cut. He released Cas’s arm, grabbed his legs, and rolled them over swiftly, flopping onto Cas.
“What was that for?”
“It’s kinda hard to get your pants off if you’re on top of me,” said Dean, sliding down Cas’s body. He nipped at the tight skin, pulling and marking with teeth. Cas hissed before Dean reached his waistband. Dean opened the button and zipper, pulled off Cas’s pants and boxers and tossed them across the room. He slid back up Cas’s torso, mouth claiming Cas’s, cocks sliding together.
The bed dipped under Sam’s weight as he rejoined them, tossing the lube onto the bed. Sam leaned over Dean, kissing his shoulder and reaching for the discarded knife. Sam sliced open Dean’s shoulder as he leaned down to kiss Cas again, causing the older Winchester to fall on Cas. The smaller man groaned under their combined weight, rutting against Dean.
“You seem impatient, Cas.”
“Am, need you in me. Please.”
Dean groaned, reaching for the lube. He slicked two fingers before he tossed it to Sam, sat up and spread Cas’s legs further, hand running over the tight heat of him. Cas panicked slightly, legs twitching, tried to keep the panic out of his face but Dean saw it anyway. “You sure about this, Cas? You’re not gonna freak out and kill me are you?”
“No, I’m okay. Just do it.”
Dean leaned over Cas again, distracted him with his mouth on Cas’s, and pressed one finger in, swallowing the gasp Cas made at the sudden intrusion. Dean curled his finger tip finding that sweet spot inside Cas and he went crazy, arching underneath him, keening into Dean’s mouth. Dean thrust in and out a few times, slow at first, stretching the tight muscle, and waiting for Cas to adjust to it before slipping a second finger in alongside the first. Cas bucked against the fingers inside him, hands scrabbling across Dean’s shoulders.
Sam slicked his own fingers, placed a hand on Dean’s back and swiped his fingers across Dean’s wet hole, feeling as Dean shivered underneath him. He didn’t bother with the pretense of one finger, slipping two inside his brother quickly, fingers spreading wide, making Dean rock back against Sam, mouth breaking from Cas’s. “…Fuck, Sam.”
“Take my fingers so good, Dean. Fucking amazing,” Sam praised.
Dean watched Cas’s face below him, looking for any sign that Cas would want him to stop. He leaned over Cas, mouth close to his ear. “You need more, Cas? Or do you think you’re ready?”
“’M ready, Dean. Give it to me, please.”
“Alright, Cas.” He slipped his fingers out of Cas, reached for the lube again, slicked his cock, sat back and grabbed Cas’s knees, spreading him wide. He was interrupted by Sam’s mouth on his, tongue exploring deeply, taking his breath away as Sam snuck the lube away from him. Sam pushed him back towards Cas, Dean’s ass bare and ready for Sam.
“Why’d you stop, Sam? I was enjoying the show,” smirked Cas.
“Cheeky son of a bitch,” mumbled Dean, weight held above Cas, cock nudging against his slick hole. He caught Cas’s stare and Cas nodded, wrapping his legs around Dean’s. Dean sank into the tight wet heat of Cas slowly, pressure on his dick making him groan as his as he tried to restrain himself. He was used to quick, rough sex with Sam, but he wanted their first time with Cas to be sweet and slow, not rough. It felt like it took forever to bottom out and he stilled inside Cas, waiting for him to give him the okay to move. Sam took that moment to slide in behind Dean, cock hard against his ass.
“You gonna sit there admiring my ass all day or you gonna fuck m...” Sam shut him up by thrusting in hard, hips slamming against Dean’s thighs, pulling a moan from his throat.
They moved together, Dean rocking back and forth between Sam and Cas at a slow pace, Cas meeting Dean’s every thrust and writhing underneath him, Sam’s weight heavy above him, sending him deeper into Cas.
Dean rested his head on Cas’s shoulder, bracing himself as Sam slammed into him. Sam’s fingers dug into his hips and he knew there would be bruises in the morning. He mouthed against Cas’s shoulder, teeth worrying at the taught skin, sucking a bruise there to claim Cas as his.
He could feel Sam’s thrusts become erratic, signaling that he was close. He worked a hand between him and Cas, wrapping his fingers around Cas’s hard length, pulling and stroking, thumb flicking over the slit and Cas whined underneath him, arching into Dean and he came hard, ass squeezing tight around Dean, come warm and sticky on their stomachs. It set off a chain reaction, Dean’s hips stuttering as his orgasm caught him off guard and then sinking deep into Cas, groaning against Cas’s shoulder. Sam pulled out and fell against Dean, cock pulsing hot streaks of come across his ass.
Sam rolled off, falling next to them on the bed. A hand reached for Dean’s ass, fingers trailed through the come as Sam gathered a small pearl on the tip of his finger and brought it to Dean’s lips. Dean wrapped his mouth around Sam’s fingers, sucked and savored the taste of Sam’s come as his eyes fluttered closed.
“It’s kind of amazing how much he loves the taste of come,” said Sam, withdrawing his fingers. “Can’t get enough of it, can you?”
“Never,” replied Dean.
“Why don’t we see what Cas’s tastes like?”
Dean slid down Cas’s body instantly, mouth finding Cas’s slick covered stomach. He lapped at it gratefully clearing all of Cas’s come away. When he was done, he crawled to Cas’s other side, lying flush against him.
“Good? Sam asked.
“Amazing,” Dean replied and Cas beamed at the compliment.
“I think I want a taste,” Sam managed to get out before launching himself across Cas to crash into Dean’s mouth. His tongue drove into Dean’s mouth, searching desperately for any last trace of Cas’s come. He pulled away disappointed - Dean had done his job too well.
“There’s some on my stomach you know,” said Dean, catching the look on Sam’s face. A smile spread across his cheeks before he licked and sucked his way down Dean’s torso, mouth finally finding what he was looking for. It didn’t take him long to clean Dean up, tongue working efficiently, savoring the flavor.
“Dean’s right, you do taste good,” praised Sam sliding up Cas to kiss him. He pulled away from Cas breathless, rested his head on his chest.
“…So…Does this mean you’re keeping me or….?”
“Oh, definitely.”
“Absolutely.”
They fell asleep like that, tangled up in each other, cares forgotten for the moment.
*
Cas still remembers the first time he heard about them - the men who’d been killing innocent women. He’d been holed up in some crappy motel in Timbuktu hoping to god his family wouldn’t find him, yet again. Well so far, so good. He remembers thinking how wrong it seemed at first, two men killing for sport. But the longer he thought about them, the more he envied them. They had a freedom he would never have. They could go anywhere, do anything, kill anyone and not get caught - no fear of retribution, no crazy family tracking their every move. It wasn’t long before he started to want what they had. He became obsessed with them. Started to track they’re kills and movements. It didn’t take long before he saw them in that Laundromat that day. Things would get easier after that.
And now he was here, wedged between the two of them, their breaths even and in sync even in sleep. He was content - happy even. He didn’t know what morning would bring, but he couldn’t wait.