Supernatural: Anatomy of a Clusterfuck [Clusterfuck!Verse Timestamp]
Title: Anatomy of a Clusterfuck
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean/Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for Obvious Reasons (ie: Foursome Incest Porn) and Language. This fic contains spoilers for all aired episodes.
Word Count: 2,702
Author’s Note: This is a birthday present for morganoconner who read It's a Clusterfuck a few months ago and for some reason wanted a sequel instead of wanting me to never write again. Yeah, IDGI either. But it’s her birthday and I love her, so HERE IT IS. I hope you like it, girl. ♥ This SHOULD make sense without the reading the first story in the verse (I mean, mostly it's just foursome porn), but decidedly less as there are many references to the first ~meeting~ of Jared, Jensen, Sam, and Dean. In other news, I subjected no betas to this abuse, so BE WARNED.
Summary: Clusterfuck!Verse: Jared and Jensen have spent the last year avoiding Sam and Dean Winchester.
Jared and Jensen have spent the last year avoiding Sam and Dean Winchester. It's nothing personal, really. They both have pretty fond (okay, really fond) memories of the brothers and playing them for 5 and a half years means they got attached by default.
But, well, here's the thing. Jared and Jensen have seen hundreds of guest stars come and go-basically all of their characters die horribly-the only people who make it through are Sam and Dean. In this world, Jared and Jensen aren't the stars of the show. In this world, Sam and Dean are the ones who get to come back if shit blows up in their faces, and Jared and Jensen are just two unfortunate guys who happen to look like them. They get all the Winchester enemies with none of the Winchester resurrection clauses. Yeah, they've been pretty okay letting the brothers do their own thing.
And it's a matter of pride, you know. Jared figured this one out on his own. Do you know how much it sucks to spend 5 years thinking you're the research genius, then actually becoming a hunter and finding out Jensen figures shit out first every time?
It really was a fucking manticore, in case anyone still cares. But Jared doesn't even see the thing before it's dead, and to add insult to injury, the glory hog who stole his hunt is sucking on his boyfriend's mouth over the body when Sam finds them.
Not cool.
Jensen and the guy he's lip-locked with break apart when Jared walks into the room, and Jared thinks it's a copy of himself turning to look at him with a lost expression until he registers the plaid, the roughness around Sam's face. And then Sam turns back to Jensen and laughs softly. "Oh. You're not Dean."
Jensen looks down, then back up at Sam, then at Jared in the doorway. "Not this year."
"Sorry I, uh, pounced on you, then."
Jensen just grins. "I'll take that as a sign you guys are doing all right."
"Better than." Sam smiles and turns to Jared, holding a hand out. Jared shakes it with as little attitude as he can manage. "You guys are still, uh, how's hunting working out for you?"
"Yes, we're still fucking," Jared replies. So stop making out with my boyfriend.
Sam laughs. "I'm sure Dean'll be glad to hear."
Jensen wipes his hands on his jeans. "Sam already knew what it was and how to kill it when I arrived," he explains. "I helped him waste this ugly bastard."
Jared crosses his arms over his chest. He's not pouting. He's not. But that was supposed to be his hunt to face with Jensen, his celebratory make-out session, and Jared doesn't like the way "already knew" implies that Jared took too long. Fucking Winchester efficiency. Sam clearly cheated, he's been doing this forever. He probably slays manticores in his sleep. Jared's only been hunting for three years, it's not like he's ever seen the signs of a manticore attack before. He had to do some serious sleuthing just to get here five minutes too late to be useful. "I see that."
Jensen takes a few steps toward Jared and leans in when Jared puts an arm around his waist. "You okay?" he asks in a low tone. "Haven't seen you make that face since before we…"
Jensen trails off awkwardly, but thankfully Dean busts in just then. "What are you crying over the body or something? I've been waiting outside for twenty minutes, Sam. A fucking child could do this jo-" He pauses and looks around the room. "Oh, okay. This is special."
Jared is caught between glaring harder (there is no need to cheapen his efforts on this job any further, Jesus) and grinning, because, for the short time he spent with Dean-well, those memories are all hot, loud, building pleasure and finally getting Jensen at the end of the day. So Jared likes Dean. A lot. Maybe even retains the slightest of crushes on the guy.
Dean doesn't even have to really say anything; he looks around with a glint in his eye, claps Jared on the back, and turns for the door. Jared and Jensen exchange confused looks, but Sam just huffs a laugh and shakes his head as he walks forward, herding them to the exit. It's only a few minutes before they're all piling into the Impala and heading to a bar for drinks.
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"First round's on me," says Dean as he shoots up from the table and heads to the bar.
"Right, because we can totally afford that," Sam grumbles, just loud enough for Dean to hear. Dean smirks and cups his face for a momentary kiss, which Sam only half returns. Dean laughs at that and ruffles his hair when he leaves.
Sam watches him go, eyes locked on his brother until he's out of sight. He doesn't mind that Dean is probably going to end up paying for all the drinks tonight, it'll definitely be easier for him and Dean to hustle the difference, and it's so rare to see Dean let his guard even a little bit down around anyone but Sam since the showdown with Cas that he's happy to be sharing drinks with these douche actors they fucked that one time for his brother's sake. But Sam knows Dean expects him to complain, and Sam has to do his part to convince Dean he's okay, still annoyed by the things he would be annoyed about. Dean worries enough as is.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," says Jensen. "How did, uh, things turn out? With the, you know, thing in your head?"
Sam glances up at him, shrugs. "You'd read the scripts for the rest of the season, man, you know."
Jared frowns. "Can't believe Castiel really-"
It's not a conversation topic Sam really wants to linger on, so he forces a laugh. "You really spent three seasons mispronouncing his name and no one told you?"
Jared doesn't seem to get it, but beside him Jensen throws his head back on a laugh. "Castiel?" he says again, and again Sam has to smirk at the weird inflection. For some reason, Jared's response is to keep trying until Jensen pats him on the thigh and just shakes his head.
"Really, stop, Jay. You're making us look bad." He looks up and smiles, reaching out to help Dean set some beers on the table. Then he turns back to Sam. "How'd you fix it in the end?"
Sam coughs and looks away. He hasn't really fixed it, even if he's working with living around the panic attacks the wall breaking caused, and he's suffering less over it than Dean is, which says a lot about how bad an idea it is to bring it up right now. But it's too late. Cat's out of the bag.
"Fix what?" Dean asks, sliding into his seat.
Jared opens his mouth, but Jensen sits forward, grabbing his beer and cutting Jared off. "The Impala," he says. "Last we heard it was flipped?"
Sam thinks he could kiss Jensen Ackles right now. Because that guy gets Dean, and now instead of the inevitably hostile response Dean would have given to being reminded of Sam's condition, Dean relaxes into the booth and begins to spout on about car shit no one else cares about, but which apparently all means Dean is very impressive for having restored her.
The conversation flows easily enough, easier as the drinks go up, and Sam realizes how it's going to end about three quarters into his sixth beer. Because he's talking to Jensen about some technical movie-related stuff that is pretty interesting, and Dean is across from him, arm around Jared's shoulder as they talk about something or other. Sam zones out on Jensen for a few seconds to hear what they're saying.
"You know your boy kissed mine," Jared says, wavering closer to Dean in his chair. Jared sounds almost pissed about it, definitely jealous, and like he's expecting Dean to sympathize.
Dean smiles quietly and locks eyes with Sam. "Can't blame him," he says cheerfully. And it's weird that he sounds so light, because Sam knows Dean is nowhere near drunk on the amount they've had so far. "Jensen's a good-looking guy."
Everyone at the table laughs softly and raises their mug to their lips, and Sam quietly thinks, yeah, we're all fucking tonight before turning back to Jensen to learn about camera angles.
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If Dean were not the best hunter in the world, he would probably be the best criminal mastermind in the world. Because he put this plan together in like two seconds and now, hours later, he is getting laid three times over. Fucking evil genius or something, that's what Dean Winchester is.
He chuckles as he thinks this, and it makes Jared stop sucking at this thigh and look up with hot eyes. Dean smiles down at him, biting his bottom lip. Across the room, Dean can see Jensen and Sam undressing each other out of the corner of his eyes.
It's not like last time, when things were so new and almost awkward and everyone was jealous and no one was entirely convinced they were getting what they really wanted. Sam and Jensen had been too jealous to touch then, but now Sam and Dean have things figured out, Jared and Jensen clearly do too, and this is nothing but good fun. It's exactly what he and Sam have needed for half a year now.
"God, this mouth," Sam exclaims, moving into Jensen's space and practically attacking him. Jensen laughs and braces himself as Sam tackles him to the bed, and Dean is so blatantly paying attention to them and not Jared that the guy pulls his mouth off Dean's skin. And dammit. He was so close to getting his dick sucked while he watched Sam fucking…that would have been hotter than Dean could stand.
Instead of going down on him, Jared makes a face and stands up, walking across the room. Dean stays in his seat with his dick hanging out of his pants and tracks the actor's movements. Jared is clearly a man on a mission, but Dean doesn't worry when he grabs at Sam with more force than necessary. Sam could take Jared in an instant if he needed.
Under Sam, Jensen makes a disappointed noise. Dean moans in sympathy-he knows what it's like to have Sam's weight crushing down on him, and Dean can see now that Sam was already finger fucking Jensen when Jared flipped him over.
"You've been going after him all night," Jared growls, pushing Sam onto the mattress on his back and covering Sam's body with his own. "You wanna fuck him, you'll have to get through me."
Sam just smirks, the cocky, smartass smirk Sam learned while Dean was in Hell. It's not usually a smirk Dean likes, but right now it's just wicked enough to send all the blood in Dean's body to his dick.
Sam wraps his legs around Jared, and Jared humps down when their mouths meet. And this, this image-twice the Sam-Dean thought the first night they did this that it would kill him. Not that one Sam isn't enough, in fact Dean couldn’t handle this regularly. But just on these rare occasions, watching the way Sam's muscles bunch, and Jared's reflect it, and they're both hungry, rough, and so fucking gorgeous. Dean forgets Jensen's even there until he steals Jared's attention for a kiss.
Jared stops rubbing against Sam then, pulls back, and he must silently communicate something, because Sam nods and Jared steps away to grab lube. He squeezes some into Sam's hand and gives him a condom and while Sam is sinking into Jensen, Jared's prepping Sam, pumping his cock with lube and getting ready to fuck them both at once.
Dean should probably help, or complain that he's there and feeling lonely just for form's sake, but it's too hot to ruin. His brother makes beautiful noises when Jared fucked him, Jensen's face slides into a peaceful expression-eyes close, mouth open on a silent cry, like Sam's taken the air out of his lungs. All Dean can manage is staring, he mostly even forgets about his own cock until Sam's spilling into Jensen, falling limp between them and he sets off a chain of orgasms as Jensen and Jared both come, too.
They pull apart, all breathing heavily, and of course it's Sam's first reaction to sit up and smile at Dean as he fights to get the hair matted to his face away from his eyes. He puts his hand on the bed next to him and inclines his head just a little, and Dean reads him like a book, follows the silent instructions right away.
"Hey, Dean," he says, all fucked out and stupid grins.
Dean smiles as he lies back on the bed next to his brother. "Hey, Sammy."
Sam leans down and kisses him, and Dean just gasps and shifts his hips when he feels the other two men begin to mouth at him, tongues licking his dick and his balls, lips sucking at nothing, and neither of them can really get an angle to take Dean, but between Sam's lips on his and Jared and Jensen's lips on everything, it's not long before Dean is coming, too.
The awesome thing about having four people in one bed is that someone is always ready to go again. Dean loses track of configurations and orgasms, and no one falls asleep before the sun is in the sky.
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Jensen wakes up next to Jared. He turns over and sees Jared again, and his head is only a little fuzzy from the drinking binge, but it's still just confusing enough that it takes half a minute for him to catch up. The night before flashes through his head like the world's best interactive porn, and Jensen chuckles lightly before focusing back on the twins he's lying between to remember which one belongs to him.
It's weird, seeing someone else's back imprinted with all the moles Jensen's secretly stayed up tracing his fingers over, identifying them as something that's just Jared's, and therefore just his by default. It's weird, Sam and Dean have only ever been good times, but Jensen suddenly wants very much to get away from them, from the almost threatening idea that someone else could be like Jared just because they look the same.
He turns to his left and wraps an arm around the man there, tracing the scar just above Jared's knee. And there, that's his. Sam will never have that. Jensen kisses along Jared's shoulder until he feels the other man beginning to stir awake.
"Jen?" Jared asks, groggy but much more cognizant than Jensen will ever be this soon after waking up. "What's up?"
"We're with the Winchesters," Jensen says. "And I wanna go to a Waffle House."
Jared laughs into his pillow. "Are those two statements related? I'm sure Sam and Dean are the kings of Waffle Houses."
"No," Jensen says, shaking Jared now. "Just us, Waffle House. C'mon."
Jared suddenly bolts up in bed. "It's been more than forty minutes," he says desperately, almost flying off the mattress and into the clothes he'd scattered on the floor last night. "Oh, God, we spent more than an hour with them, are we dead already, do you think?"
Jensen laughs. "I don't care if we are, you're buying me breakfast."
Jared stops panicking just long enough to bend toward the mattress and grab Jensen up for a kiss. They finish getting ready quietly and prepare to make the walk back to the house they'd parked their car in front of before they'd bumped into Sam and Dean last night.
Jared pauses in the doorway and looks back at the two men sleeping on the bed, his hand on the door handle. "Should we wake them up and say goodbye, do you think?"
Jensen shakes his head and starts walking. "Nah, let them sleep in."
Fandom: Supernatural
Characters/Pairings: Sam/Dean/Jared/Jensen
Rating: NC-17 for Obvious Reasons (ie: Foursome Incest Porn) and Language. This fic contains spoilers for all aired episodes.
Word Count: 2,702
Author’s Note: This is a birthday present for morganoconner who read It's a Clusterfuck a few months ago and for some reason wanted a sequel instead of wanting me to never write again. Yeah, IDGI either. But it’s her birthday and I love her, so HERE IT IS. I hope you like it, girl. ♥ This SHOULD make sense without the reading the first story in the verse (I mean, mostly it's just foursome porn), but decidedly less as there are many references to the first ~meeting~ of Jared, Jensen, Sam, and Dean. In other news, I subjected no betas to this abuse, so BE WARNED.
Summary: Clusterfuck!Verse: Jared and Jensen have spent the last year avoiding Sam and Dean Winchester.
Jared and Jensen have spent the last year avoiding Sam and Dean Winchester. It's nothing personal, really. They both have pretty fond (okay, really fond) memories of the brothers and playing them for 5 and a half years means they got attached by default.
But, well, here's the thing. Jared and Jensen have seen hundreds of guest stars come and go-basically all of their characters die horribly-the only people who make it through are Sam and Dean. In this world, Jared and Jensen aren't the stars of the show. In this world, Sam and Dean are the ones who get to come back if shit blows up in their faces, and Jared and Jensen are just two unfortunate guys who happen to look like them. They get all the Winchester enemies with none of the Winchester resurrection clauses. Yeah, they've been pretty okay letting the brothers do their own thing.
And it's a matter of pride, you know. Jared figured this one out on his own. Do you know how much it sucks to spend 5 years thinking you're the research genius, then actually becoming a hunter and finding out Jensen figures shit out first every time?
It really was a fucking manticore, in case anyone still cares. But Jared doesn't even see the thing before it's dead, and to add insult to injury, the glory hog who stole his hunt is sucking on his boyfriend's mouth over the body when Sam finds them.
Not cool.
Jensen and the guy he's lip-locked with break apart when Jared walks into the room, and Jared thinks it's a copy of himself turning to look at him with a lost expression until he registers the plaid, the roughness around Sam's face. And then Sam turns back to Jensen and laughs softly. "Oh. You're not Dean."
Jensen looks down, then back up at Sam, then at Jared in the doorway. "Not this year."
"Sorry I, uh, pounced on you, then."
Jensen just grins. "I'll take that as a sign you guys are doing all right."
"Better than." Sam smiles and turns to Jared, holding a hand out. Jared shakes it with as little attitude as he can manage. "You guys are still, uh, how's hunting working out for you?"
"Yes, we're still fucking," Jared replies. So stop making out with my boyfriend.
Sam laughs. "I'm sure Dean'll be glad to hear."
Jensen wipes his hands on his jeans. "Sam already knew what it was and how to kill it when I arrived," he explains. "I helped him waste this ugly bastard."
Jared crosses his arms over his chest. He's not pouting. He's not. But that was supposed to be his hunt to face with Jensen, his celebratory make-out session, and Jared doesn't like the way "already knew" implies that Jared took too long. Fucking Winchester efficiency. Sam clearly cheated, he's been doing this forever. He probably slays manticores in his sleep. Jared's only been hunting for three years, it's not like he's ever seen the signs of a manticore attack before. He had to do some serious sleuthing just to get here five minutes too late to be useful. "I see that."
Jensen takes a few steps toward Jared and leans in when Jared puts an arm around his waist. "You okay?" he asks in a low tone. "Haven't seen you make that face since before we…"
Jensen trails off awkwardly, but thankfully Dean busts in just then. "What are you crying over the body or something? I've been waiting outside for twenty minutes, Sam. A fucking child could do this jo-" He pauses and looks around the room. "Oh, okay. This is special."
Jared is caught between glaring harder (there is no need to cheapen his efforts on this job any further, Jesus) and grinning, because, for the short time he spent with Dean-well, those memories are all hot, loud, building pleasure and finally getting Jensen at the end of the day. So Jared likes Dean. A lot. Maybe even retains the slightest of crushes on the guy.
Dean doesn't even have to really say anything; he looks around with a glint in his eye, claps Jared on the back, and turns for the door. Jared and Jensen exchange confused looks, but Sam just huffs a laugh and shakes his head as he walks forward, herding them to the exit. It's only a few minutes before they're all piling into the Impala and heading to a bar for drinks.
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"First round's on me," says Dean as he shoots up from the table and heads to the bar.
"Right, because we can totally afford that," Sam grumbles, just loud enough for Dean to hear. Dean smirks and cups his face for a momentary kiss, which Sam only half returns. Dean laughs at that and ruffles his hair when he leaves.
Sam watches him go, eyes locked on his brother until he's out of sight. He doesn't mind that Dean is probably going to end up paying for all the drinks tonight, it'll definitely be easier for him and Dean to hustle the difference, and it's so rare to see Dean let his guard even a little bit down around anyone but Sam since the showdown with Cas that he's happy to be sharing drinks with these douche actors they fucked that one time for his brother's sake. But Sam knows Dean expects him to complain, and Sam has to do his part to convince Dean he's okay, still annoyed by the things he would be annoyed about. Dean worries enough as is.
"I'm almost afraid to ask," says Jensen. "How did, uh, things turn out? With the, you know, thing in your head?"
Sam glances up at him, shrugs. "You'd read the scripts for the rest of the season, man, you know."
Jared frowns. "Can't believe Castiel really-"
It's not a conversation topic Sam really wants to linger on, so he forces a laugh. "You really spent three seasons mispronouncing his name and no one told you?"
Jared doesn't seem to get it, but beside him Jensen throws his head back on a laugh. "Castiel?" he says again, and again Sam has to smirk at the weird inflection. For some reason, Jared's response is to keep trying until Jensen pats him on the thigh and just shakes his head.
"Really, stop, Jay. You're making us look bad." He looks up and smiles, reaching out to help Dean set some beers on the table. Then he turns back to Sam. "How'd you fix it in the end?"
Sam coughs and looks away. He hasn't really fixed it, even if he's working with living around the panic attacks the wall breaking caused, and he's suffering less over it than Dean is, which says a lot about how bad an idea it is to bring it up right now. But it's too late. Cat's out of the bag.
"Fix what?" Dean asks, sliding into his seat.
Jared opens his mouth, but Jensen sits forward, grabbing his beer and cutting Jared off. "The Impala," he says. "Last we heard it was flipped?"
Sam thinks he could kiss Jensen Ackles right now. Because that guy gets Dean, and now instead of the inevitably hostile response Dean would have given to being reminded of Sam's condition, Dean relaxes into the booth and begins to spout on about car shit no one else cares about, but which apparently all means Dean is very impressive for having restored her.
The conversation flows easily enough, easier as the drinks go up, and Sam realizes how it's going to end about three quarters into his sixth beer. Because he's talking to Jensen about some technical movie-related stuff that is pretty interesting, and Dean is across from him, arm around Jared's shoulder as they talk about something or other. Sam zones out on Jensen for a few seconds to hear what they're saying.
"You know your boy kissed mine," Jared says, wavering closer to Dean in his chair. Jared sounds almost pissed about it, definitely jealous, and like he's expecting Dean to sympathize.
Dean smiles quietly and locks eyes with Sam. "Can't blame him," he says cheerfully. And it's weird that he sounds so light, because Sam knows Dean is nowhere near drunk on the amount they've had so far. "Jensen's a good-looking guy."
Everyone at the table laughs softly and raises their mug to their lips, and Sam quietly thinks, yeah, we're all fucking tonight before turning back to Jensen to learn about camera angles.
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If Dean were not the best hunter in the world, he would probably be the best criminal mastermind in the world. Because he put this plan together in like two seconds and now, hours later, he is getting laid three times over. Fucking evil genius or something, that's what Dean Winchester is.
He chuckles as he thinks this, and it makes Jared stop sucking at this thigh and look up with hot eyes. Dean smiles down at him, biting his bottom lip. Across the room, Dean can see Jensen and Sam undressing each other out of the corner of his eyes.
It's not like last time, when things were so new and almost awkward and everyone was jealous and no one was entirely convinced they were getting what they really wanted. Sam and Jensen had been too jealous to touch then, but now Sam and Dean have things figured out, Jared and Jensen clearly do too, and this is nothing but good fun. It's exactly what he and Sam have needed for half a year now.
"God, this mouth," Sam exclaims, moving into Jensen's space and practically attacking him. Jensen laughs and braces himself as Sam tackles him to the bed, and Dean is so blatantly paying attention to them and not Jared that the guy pulls his mouth off Dean's skin. And dammit. He was so close to getting his dick sucked while he watched Sam fucking…that would have been hotter than Dean could stand.
Instead of going down on him, Jared makes a face and stands up, walking across the room. Dean stays in his seat with his dick hanging out of his pants and tracks the actor's movements. Jared is clearly a man on a mission, but Dean doesn't worry when he grabs at Sam with more force than necessary. Sam could take Jared in an instant if he needed.
Under Sam, Jensen makes a disappointed noise. Dean moans in sympathy-he knows what it's like to have Sam's weight crushing down on him, and Dean can see now that Sam was already finger fucking Jensen when Jared flipped him over.
"You've been going after him all night," Jared growls, pushing Sam onto the mattress on his back and covering Sam's body with his own. "You wanna fuck him, you'll have to get through me."
Sam just smirks, the cocky, smartass smirk Sam learned while Dean was in Hell. It's not usually a smirk Dean likes, but right now it's just wicked enough to send all the blood in Dean's body to his dick.
Sam wraps his legs around Jared, and Jared humps down when their mouths meet. And this, this image-twice the Sam-Dean thought the first night they did this that it would kill him. Not that one Sam isn't enough, in fact Dean couldn’t handle this regularly. But just on these rare occasions, watching the way Sam's muscles bunch, and Jared's reflect it, and they're both hungry, rough, and so fucking gorgeous. Dean forgets Jensen's even there until he steals Jared's attention for a kiss.
Jared stops rubbing against Sam then, pulls back, and he must silently communicate something, because Sam nods and Jared steps away to grab lube. He squeezes some into Sam's hand and gives him a condom and while Sam is sinking into Jensen, Jared's prepping Sam, pumping his cock with lube and getting ready to fuck them both at once.
Dean should probably help, or complain that he's there and feeling lonely just for form's sake, but it's too hot to ruin. His brother makes beautiful noises when Jared fucked him, Jensen's face slides into a peaceful expression-eyes close, mouth open on a silent cry, like Sam's taken the air out of his lungs. All Dean can manage is staring, he mostly even forgets about his own cock until Sam's spilling into Jensen, falling limp between them and he sets off a chain of orgasms as Jensen and Jared both come, too.
They pull apart, all breathing heavily, and of course it's Sam's first reaction to sit up and smile at Dean as he fights to get the hair matted to his face away from his eyes. He puts his hand on the bed next to him and inclines his head just a little, and Dean reads him like a book, follows the silent instructions right away.
"Hey, Dean," he says, all fucked out and stupid grins.
Dean smiles as he lies back on the bed next to his brother. "Hey, Sammy."
Sam leans down and kisses him, and Dean just gasps and shifts his hips when he feels the other two men begin to mouth at him, tongues licking his dick and his balls, lips sucking at nothing, and neither of them can really get an angle to take Dean, but between Sam's lips on his and Jared and Jensen's lips on everything, it's not long before Dean is coming, too.
The awesome thing about having four people in one bed is that someone is always ready to go again. Dean loses track of configurations and orgasms, and no one falls asleep before the sun is in the sky.
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Jensen wakes up next to Jared. He turns over and sees Jared again, and his head is only a little fuzzy from the drinking binge, but it's still just confusing enough that it takes half a minute for him to catch up. The night before flashes through his head like the world's best interactive porn, and Jensen chuckles lightly before focusing back on the twins he's lying between to remember which one belongs to him.
It's weird, seeing someone else's back imprinted with all the moles Jensen's secretly stayed up tracing his fingers over, identifying them as something that's just Jared's, and therefore just his by default. It's weird, Sam and Dean have only ever been good times, but Jensen suddenly wants very much to get away from them, from the almost threatening idea that someone else could be like Jared just because they look the same.
He turns to his left and wraps an arm around the man there, tracing the scar just above Jared's knee. And there, that's his. Sam will never have that. Jensen kisses along Jared's shoulder until he feels the other man beginning to stir awake.
"Jen?" Jared asks, groggy but much more cognizant than Jensen will ever be this soon after waking up. "What's up?"
"We're with the Winchesters," Jensen says. "And I wanna go to a Waffle House."
Jared laughs into his pillow. "Are those two statements related? I'm sure Sam and Dean are the kings of Waffle Houses."
"No," Jensen says, shaking Jared now. "Just us, Waffle House. C'mon."
Jared suddenly bolts up in bed. "It's been more than forty minutes," he says desperately, almost flying off the mattress and into the clothes he'd scattered on the floor last night. "Oh, God, we spent more than an hour with them, are we dead already, do you think?"
Jensen laughs. "I don't care if we are, you're buying me breakfast."
Jared stops panicking just long enough to bend toward the mattress and grab Jensen up for a kiss. They finish getting ready quietly and prepare to make the walk back to the house they'd parked their car in front of before they'd bumped into Sam and Dean last night.
Jared pauses in the doorway and looks back at the two men sleeping on the bed, his hand on the door handle. "Should we wake them up and say goodbye, do you think?"
Jensen shakes his head and starts walking. "Nah, let them sleep in."