What Is Done In Secret
Title: What Is Done In Secret
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Castiel(/Gabriel)
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: They wait until Gabriel's gone.
Notes: This is 668 words of no plot for krystalicekitsu because she's an awesome enabler. <3
They wait until Gabriel’s gone.
While he’s there, they’re themselves. Dean bitches, Sam bitches, Cas just watches with his oddly intense way of looking at things. The usual.
As soon as Gabriel’s gone, though, everything changes.
As soon as the archangel’s officially left the building (with confirmation from Cas), Dean or Sam is dragging the angel in for a long, heated kiss, often involving sucking, biting and a judicious application of tongue. The brother not trying to suck Cas’ grace out of his mouth plasters himself to the angel’s back, hands roaming all over the angel and his brother.
(There had been a bit of hesitance of that latter bit, the “brother” bit. But as Sam pointed out, the taboo was only really in place to prevent the genetic mutations and they were both male, thus no kids and really, where were they going to find someone else who could understand and accept their lifestyle? Besides, they both wanted the angel and neither had been good with sharing as kids and so it really wasn’t going to work for just one of them to have him. Dean hadn’t protested much after that, especially once Cas got with the program. He had found it odd that it was the angel that had the least problem with the incest bit.)
So, this time, Sam’s in front, playing tonsil hockey with Cas and sliding one large hand down onto Cas’ hip and the other up into his hair. Dean’s hands run around Cas’ waist to his stomach and below, dipping under the edge of his slacks to toy at the bulge there. Castiel has one hand reaching back at Dean’s hip and the other up on Sam’s shoulder (Sam now has a handprint matching Dean’s, though his is on the opposite side) and he’s making absolutely wrecked sounds.
Sam eases them to the bed, tumbles backwards onto it and dragging the angel down with him, Dean following a moment later after losing his shirts and most of his pants. Sam works Castiel’s clothes off, throwing them off to one side when he’s successful. Soon enough, they’re mostly naked and tangled together, mouths and hands everywhere they can reach.
It’s always a bit desperate between them. Whether it’s a result of knowing that Gabriel could pop in at any time and catch them, or because Sam or Dean might die any day and this just might be the last time they can do this, or some third reason they’re not aware of, none of them are certain, but none of them are complaining, either. It makes the sex interesting. Finding out which of them needs it most, how to get three bodies coordinated to make it work. They’ve each gotten their share of elbows or knees to sensitive places.
Once they find their balance, though, it’s only a matter of time. That much heat and friction and ohgodsogoodmore adds up and, well, two of them are only human, after all. Castiel isn’t far behind though and finally, he collapses onto Sam’s chest, breathing hard and shifting just enough that his ear is over Sam’s heart. Dean slides off to the side, pressing close to Sam and throwing an arm over Castiel’s lower back. Sam turns his head to kiss his brother, lazy and deep. Castiel makes a sound of contentment and Sam lifts a hand to rub it down his arm.
There’s movement at the foot of the bed and Dean and Sam force their heads up to look.
Gabriel smirks. “Got busy while I was gone, did you?” he says, arms folded and eyes dancing. Dean groans and Sam closes his eyes briefly, hoping it’s a nightmare.
But Gabriel’s still there when he opens them again, large as life.
“If you’re gonna smite us, do it already,” he slurs, abruptly deciding he doesn’t care one way or the other. Sure, he’d like to keep what he’s got, but he’s not stupid. He knows they’ve been playing on borrowed time for years. Why should this be any different?
“Smite you?” Gabriel’s voice is closer and Sam looks again. The archangel is at the side of the bed, now, opposite Dean. Gabriel reaches out, runs a hand lightly across Castiel’s side. The sated angel shifts, presses closer to his own brother, blue eyes blinking back open. “Why would I smite you?” Gabriel continues. “This is probably the hottest thing I’ve seen in decades. Only reason I’d have to smite you is if you declined my offer to join.”
Dean perks up at that. “Join?”
“Hells yeah,” Gabriel says, sliding onto the bed and leaning over Castiel and Sam to lay his hand on the side of Dean’s face. “What do you say, Dean-o?”
Dean’s eyes flicker to Sam, but it’s not a hard question. They’ve already talked about this possibility, remote though it had seemed. They’ve already decided on their answer.
“Yeah,” Dean says, moving forward and kissing Gabriel hard. He pulls back just enough to repeat himself, “Yeah.”
Gabriel grins and moves so that he’s half on Sam, half on Dean. “Awesome. Now, which of you is the kinkiest? I’ve got chocolate body paint and a purple dildo for whoever wants ‘em.”
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Castiel(/Gabriel)
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Summary: They wait until Gabriel's gone.
Notes: This is 668 words of no plot for krystalicekitsu because she's an awesome enabler. <3
They wait until Gabriel’s gone.
While he’s there, they’re themselves. Dean bitches, Sam bitches, Cas just watches with his oddly intense way of looking at things. The usual.
As soon as Gabriel’s gone, though, everything changes.
As soon as the archangel’s officially left the building (with confirmation from Cas), Dean or Sam is dragging the angel in for a long, heated kiss, often involving sucking, biting and a judicious application of tongue. The brother not trying to suck Cas’ grace out of his mouth plasters himself to the angel’s back, hands roaming all over the angel and his brother.
(There had been a bit of hesitance of that latter bit, the “brother” bit. But as Sam pointed out, the taboo was only really in place to prevent the genetic mutations and they were both male, thus no kids and really, where were they going to find someone else who could understand and accept their lifestyle? Besides, they both wanted the angel and neither had been good with sharing as kids and so it really wasn’t going to work for just one of them to have him. Dean hadn’t protested much after that, especially once Cas got with the program. He had found it odd that it was the angel that had the least problem with the incest bit.)
So, this time, Sam’s in front, playing tonsil hockey with Cas and sliding one large hand down onto Cas’ hip and the other up into his hair. Dean’s hands run around Cas’ waist to his stomach and below, dipping under the edge of his slacks to toy at the bulge there. Castiel has one hand reaching back at Dean’s hip and the other up on Sam’s shoulder (Sam now has a handprint matching Dean’s, though his is on the opposite side) and he’s making absolutely wrecked sounds.
Sam eases them to the bed, tumbles backwards onto it and dragging the angel down with him, Dean following a moment later after losing his shirts and most of his pants. Sam works Castiel’s clothes off, throwing them off to one side when he’s successful. Soon enough, they’re mostly naked and tangled together, mouths and hands everywhere they can reach.
It’s always a bit desperate between them. Whether it’s a result of knowing that Gabriel could pop in at any time and catch them, or because Sam or Dean might die any day and this just might be the last time they can do this, or some third reason they’re not aware of, none of them are certain, but none of them are complaining, either. It makes the sex interesting. Finding out which of them needs it most, how to get three bodies coordinated to make it work. They’ve each gotten their share of elbows or knees to sensitive places.
Once they find their balance, though, it’s only a matter of time. That much heat and friction and ohgodsogoodmore adds up and, well, two of them are only human, after all. Castiel isn’t far behind though and finally, he collapses onto Sam’s chest, breathing hard and shifting just enough that his ear is over Sam’s heart. Dean slides off to the side, pressing close to Sam and throwing an arm over Castiel’s lower back. Sam turns his head to kiss his brother, lazy and deep. Castiel makes a sound of contentment and Sam lifts a hand to rub it down his arm.
There’s movement at the foot of the bed and Dean and Sam force their heads up to look.
Gabriel smirks. “Got busy while I was gone, did you?” he says, arms folded and eyes dancing. Dean groans and Sam closes his eyes briefly, hoping it’s a nightmare.
But Gabriel’s still there when he opens them again, large as life.
“If you’re gonna smite us, do it already,” he slurs, abruptly deciding he doesn’t care one way or the other. Sure, he’d like to keep what he’s got, but he’s not stupid. He knows they’ve been playing on borrowed time for years. Why should this be any different?
“Smite you?” Gabriel’s voice is closer and Sam looks again. The archangel is at the side of the bed, now, opposite Dean. Gabriel reaches out, runs a hand lightly across Castiel’s side. The sated angel shifts, presses closer to his own brother, blue eyes blinking back open. “Why would I smite you?” Gabriel continues. “This is probably the hottest thing I’ve seen in decades. Only reason I’d have to smite you is if you declined my offer to join.”
Dean perks up at that. “Join?”
“Hells yeah,” Gabriel says, sliding onto the bed and leaning over Castiel and Sam to lay his hand on the side of Dean’s face. “What do you say, Dean-o?”
Dean’s eyes flicker to Sam, but it’s not a hard question. They’ve already talked about this possibility, remote though it had seemed. They’ve already decided on their answer.
“Yeah,” Dean says, moving forward and kissing Gabriel hard. He pulls back just enough to repeat himself, “Yeah.”
Gabriel grins and moves so that he’s half on Sam, half on Dean. “Awesome. Now, which of you is the kinkiest? I’ve got chocolate body paint and a purple dildo for whoever wants ‘em.”