Time Changes Everything
Title: Time Changes Everything
Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/2014!Castiel/2014!Dean
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1663
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: 5.04 The End
Summary: The constrast between the two men is surreal, but Cas needs to remind himself that it's the same man
Warnings: threesome, angst, double penetration. Think that covers it.
Notes: This is a continuation of one of my kissbingo entries, Then And Here And Now. There were several requests for a continuation of the story, and here it is! However, no bingo squares were filled with this. So it's a bonus! lol
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The contrast is almost surreal. Castiel keeps reminding himself that the two men currently kissing and undressing him are the same man. They are both Dean Winchester, and they know his body, but he can tell the difference between them by touch alone.
The Dean from this time kisses him harshly, his touches rough. The Dean from this time sees this simply as release, that Castiel is nothing more than a way to get off.
The Dean from the past gives gentle, passionate kisses, his touches soft and caring. Dean from the past still loves him.
Castiel fights back the sadness welling up inside him. He’s lost so much, and he’s never cared until this moment.
“Stop thinking, Cas,” his Dean growled before placing a bite at the base of Castiel’s neck. Castiel gasped from the harsh sensation and leaned back into the past Dean’s embrace. Past Dean ran his tongue on the other side of the neck, his fingers skating lightly over Castiel’s nipples.
His Dean grabbed roughly at Castiel’s belt, tugging it free. Castiel’s hips pushed into the contact as past Dean captured his lips in a soft kiss. Castiel opened his mouth, allowing the tongue in. Past Dean helped the present Dean to tug his pants down. Past Dean’s breath hitched as his hand brushed bare skin. Castiel can’t remember when and why he stopped wearing underwear.
Both Dean’s wrapped their hands around Castiel’s dick, lacing their fingers together. Castiel couldn’t keep the moan in as his hips canted up into the touch.
Every nerve was alight with pleasure as his own hands sought out both Dean’s dicks. He wrapped his hands around them, twisting and pulling just the way they liked it. They arched into the touch together, their hands speeding up on Castiel’s dick.
“What do you want, Cas?” Past Dean asked, his tongue running circles around Castiel’s nipple. Castiel moaned as the thought came to him.
“Kiss,” Castiel panted, his eyes flicking between the Deans, his hands picking up the pace. Both Deans raised one eyebrow, same one on each face and smirked at him. They leaned over his naked body, their lips meeting in a heated mess.
It was beautiful, watching them kiss, tongues sliding in to each other, squeezing Castiel’s dick. They pulled apart, panting.
“So was that incest or masturbation?” Present Dean asked with a laugh. Castiel and past Dean choked out a puff of laughter.
“Does it matter?” Past Dean asked, bending over and taking the head of Castiel’s dick in his mouth. Castiel pushed up into the wet heat, making breathless noises. Present Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel’s mouth, all teeth and tongue.
That was more than enough for Castiel. He could feel his orgasm rushing at him as he bit Dean’s lips back, pushing up into the other Dean. He whimpered and squeezed both dicks in his hands.
They knew it was coming. The Dean on his dick hollowed his cheeks and slipped his hand down to rub at Castiel’s hole. The other Dean bit harshly just behind Castiel’s jaw.
“Oh shit,” Castiel panted just before his body went rigid. His vision went white as his orgasm worked through his body. Past Dean slipped a spit slicked finger into Castiel and rubbed his prostate, dragging the orgasm out. Castiel’s dick pumped stream after stream of come into Dean’s mouth. His hands left the two dicks and he scratched at present Dean’s back.
Dean pulled off his dick and kept his finger inside Castiel, thrusting shallowly. Present Dean reached over to the pathetic nightstand and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a large bottle of lube.
“How did you..” Castiel started to ask, panting to get his breath.
“Saw that you nicked it on the last supply run,” his Dean said. “Chuck may not have noticed, but I did.” Past Dean barked out a laugh.
“He rations lube too?” He asked, shaking his head. Present Dean flicked the cap open and poured a generous amount on his fingers. He left it beside Castiel’s hip and brought two fingers down to Castiel’s hole. Dean worked both in beside the finger already there. Castiel hissed and pushed back against them.
Castiel made a strangled whining noise as past Dean slid his finger in between the other Dean’s, spreading the lube around more. They pushed up at the same time. The pressure of both of them on Castiel’s prostate sent shockwaves through his system. His dick began to harden again.
“Moment of truth,” present Dean panted. “Who’s it going to be?”
Castiel closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of both Deans. He hated choices. Every single choice he made led him here to this, a fallen angel with a drug addiction. He could have the unfeeling, intense sex of his Dean. Or he could experience the tender lovemaking of the Dean he fell for.
“Both,” Castiel panted before he could really think about it.
“Greedy slut,” present Dean growled as he slid his fingers out of Castiel. He picked up the lube once again and poured some in his hand. He reached over and worked it over past Dean’s dick. Past Dean’s head fell back as the older version of himself spread the lube.
“Definitely masturbation,” past Dean ground out. Past Dean stretched out beside Castiel. He wrapped one hand on Castiel’s hip and pulled him over.
Castiel’s body was heavy and hard to move. One of the side effects of drugs and sex. Castiel straddled Dean’s hips, feeling the head of Dean’s dick nudging at his hole. The present Dean held his younger self’s dick upright with one hand, and pushed down on Castiel’s shoulder with the other. Castiel let out a long groan as he sank down, taking all of Dean’s dick in one slow motion. Dean groaned as he bottomed out, buried all the way inside the tight heat of Castiel.
Present Dean pushed Castiel forward to lie on Dean’s chest. Past Dean thrust up slowly into Castiel.
That affection, that tenderness that he hasn’t felt in so long washed over Castiel. He rocked back, meeting Dean’s thrusts. His dick was trapped between the bodies, getting much needed friction.
Both of them gasped as present Dean worked in two lubed up fingers beside Dean’s dick. The stretch was unbelievable. Castiel’s mind wandered to the time that Dean had fisted him. If he could take that, he could take both Dean’s.
“More,” Castiel panted. The Dean under him gave shallow thrusts, probably hoping to distract Castiel from any pain.
Present Dean slipped a third finger in, pushing to the side. They thrust shallowly at the same time, making Castiel whimper and moan.
Castiel whined as the fingers were removed. He felt Dean’s dick nudging beside the other Dean’s. The Dean underneath Castiel stilled, letting his older self work in.
The head breached the rim and Castiel grunted. He was thankful for the morphine and pot buzzing through his system, lessening the pain of that stretch. Present Dean worked in slowly, pouring more lube onto the three of them.
Castiel was so full, so spread out and swimming in pleasure/pain. This was perfect.
Present Dean bottomed out, his balls resting against his younger self’s balls.
“Please,” Castiel begged in a broken voice.
They thrust at the same time, and Castiel mewled in pain and pleasure. It’s too much, stretched this wide and both dicks inside him. It hurts, but the pressure on his prostate is sending unbelievable waves of pleasure through him.
They rock slowly into him. Castiel is so overwhelmed with sensation, he can only scratch at the younger Dean’s shoulders, making small noises. His Dean leans down and places soft kisses on his back.
They ride him tenderly, sharing soft touches and light kisses anywhere they can reach on Castiel and each other. This rare affection from the here and now Dean is almost enough to make Castiel sob.
It could have been minutes or hours, Castiel’s not sure how long the three of them rocked together. His time perception hasn’t been the greatest since he fell.
Present Dean wedged his hand in between Castiel and the other Dean, wrapping his hand around Castiel’s neglected dick. Castiel whined as he made short, twisting strokes. Castiel’s hips twitched as his second orgasm got closer.
Past Dean kissed Castiel lightly as the other Dean stroked his dick faster and harder. The familiar white tingling sensation started in his groin. Castiel made a few short embarrassing noises.
Both Deans rocked in faster, chasing their own orgasms. Their rhythms changed, one thrusting in as the other pulled out. Both Deans groaned together as their dicks slid together.
Both Deans bit either side of Castiel’s neck, and that was it for the former angel. He shouted as more come spilled from him, covering his and Dean’s stomach. Both Dean’s grunted from the squeezing muscles.
The older Dean came first, his fingers leaving harsh marks on Castiel’s hips as he thrust shallowly. Feeling the come from his older self land on his dick was enough for the younger Dean, filling Castiel’s already filled and used body.
The here and now Dean pulled out first. He wiped himself off with the corner of the thin sheet on Castiel’s mattress. He started pulling clothes on.
Castiel rolled off of the younger Dean slowly and sprawled over the lumpy mattress, still trying to catch his breath. The here and now Dean muttered something about watchtower duty and left the cabin. Past Dean rolled over and looked at Castiel with sad eyes.
“What did I do wrong?” He whispered. “What happened that made me treat you like this?”
Castiel shook his head, fighting back tears.
“Promise me something,” Castiel said in a quiet voice. “Promise that when you get back, you do everything you possibly can to stop this.” Castiel swallowed around the lump in his throat. “And you tell your Castiel that you love him.”
Dean nodded.
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Author: xephwrites
Pairings: Dean/2014!Castiel/2014!Dean
Rating: NC 17
Word Count: 1663
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or any of its characters. Just playing with toys that are not mine. I promise to return them (mostly) undamaged!
Spoilers: 5.04 The End
Summary: The constrast between the two men is surreal, but Cas needs to remind himself that it's the same man
Warnings: threesome, angst, double penetration. Think that covers it.
Notes: This is a continuation of one of my kissbingo entries, Then And Here And Now. There were several requests for a continuation of the story, and here it is! However, no bingo squares were filled with this. So it's a bonus! lol
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The contrast is almost surreal. Castiel keeps reminding himself that the two men currently kissing and undressing him are the same man. They are both Dean Winchester, and they know his body, but he can tell the difference between them by touch alone.
The Dean from this time kisses him harshly, his touches rough. The Dean from this time sees this simply as release, that Castiel is nothing more than a way to get off.
The Dean from the past gives gentle, passionate kisses, his touches soft and caring. Dean from the past still loves him.
Castiel fights back the sadness welling up inside him. He’s lost so much, and he’s never cared until this moment.
“Stop thinking, Cas,” his Dean growled before placing a bite at the base of Castiel’s neck. Castiel gasped from the harsh sensation and leaned back into the past Dean’s embrace. Past Dean ran his tongue on the other side of the neck, his fingers skating lightly over Castiel’s nipples.
His Dean grabbed roughly at Castiel’s belt, tugging it free. Castiel’s hips pushed into the contact as past Dean captured his lips in a soft kiss. Castiel opened his mouth, allowing the tongue in. Past Dean helped the present Dean to tug his pants down. Past Dean’s breath hitched as his hand brushed bare skin. Castiel can’t remember when and why he stopped wearing underwear.
Both Dean’s wrapped their hands around Castiel’s dick, lacing their fingers together. Castiel couldn’t keep the moan in as his hips canted up into the touch.
Every nerve was alight with pleasure as his own hands sought out both Dean’s dicks. He wrapped his hands around them, twisting and pulling just the way they liked it. They arched into the touch together, their hands speeding up on Castiel’s dick.
“What do you want, Cas?” Past Dean asked, his tongue running circles around Castiel’s nipple. Castiel moaned as the thought came to him.
“Kiss,” Castiel panted, his eyes flicking between the Deans, his hands picking up the pace. Both Deans raised one eyebrow, same one on each face and smirked at him. They leaned over his naked body, their lips meeting in a heated mess.
It was beautiful, watching them kiss, tongues sliding in to each other, squeezing Castiel’s dick. They pulled apart, panting.
“So was that incest or masturbation?” Present Dean asked with a laugh. Castiel and past Dean choked out a puff of laughter.
“Does it matter?” Past Dean asked, bending over and taking the head of Castiel’s dick in his mouth. Castiel pushed up into the wet heat, making breathless noises. Present Dean leaned down and kissed Castiel’s mouth, all teeth and tongue.
That was more than enough for Castiel. He could feel his orgasm rushing at him as he bit Dean’s lips back, pushing up into the other Dean. He whimpered and squeezed both dicks in his hands.
They knew it was coming. The Dean on his dick hollowed his cheeks and slipped his hand down to rub at Castiel’s hole. The other Dean bit harshly just behind Castiel’s jaw.
“Oh shit,” Castiel panted just before his body went rigid. His vision went white as his orgasm worked through his body. Past Dean slipped a spit slicked finger into Castiel and rubbed his prostate, dragging the orgasm out. Castiel’s dick pumped stream after stream of come into Dean’s mouth. His hands left the two dicks and he scratched at present Dean’s back.
Dean pulled off his dick and kept his finger inside Castiel, thrusting shallowly. Present Dean reached over to the pathetic nightstand and opened the top drawer. He pulled out a large bottle of lube.
“How did you..” Castiel started to ask, panting to get his breath.
“Saw that you nicked it on the last supply run,” his Dean said. “Chuck may not have noticed, but I did.” Past Dean barked out a laugh.
“He rations lube too?” He asked, shaking his head. Present Dean flicked the cap open and poured a generous amount on his fingers. He left it beside Castiel’s hip and brought two fingers down to Castiel’s hole. Dean worked both in beside the finger already there. Castiel hissed and pushed back against them.
Castiel made a strangled whining noise as past Dean slid his finger in between the other Dean’s, spreading the lube around more. They pushed up at the same time. The pressure of both of them on Castiel’s prostate sent shockwaves through his system. His dick began to harden again.
“Moment of truth,” present Dean panted. “Who’s it going to be?”
Castiel closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation of both Deans. He hated choices. Every single choice he made led him here to this, a fallen angel with a drug addiction. He could have the unfeeling, intense sex of his Dean. Or he could experience the tender lovemaking of the Dean he fell for.
“Both,” Castiel panted before he could really think about it.
“Greedy slut,” present Dean growled as he slid his fingers out of Castiel. He picked up the lube once again and poured some in his hand. He reached over and worked it over past Dean’s dick. Past Dean’s head fell back as the older version of himself spread the lube.
“Definitely masturbation,” past Dean ground out. Past Dean stretched out beside Castiel. He wrapped one hand on Castiel’s hip and pulled him over.
Castiel’s body was heavy and hard to move. One of the side effects of drugs and sex. Castiel straddled Dean’s hips, feeling the head of Dean’s dick nudging at his hole. The present Dean held his younger self’s dick upright with one hand, and pushed down on Castiel’s shoulder with the other. Castiel let out a long groan as he sank down, taking all of Dean’s dick in one slow motion. Dean groaned as he bottomed out, buried all the way inside the tight heat of Castiel.
Present Dean pushed Castiel forward to lie on Dean’s chest. Past Dean thrust up slowly into Castiel.
That affection, that tenderness that he hasn’t felt in so long washed over Castiel. He rocked back, meeting Dean’s thrusts. His dick was trapped between the bodies, getting much needed friction.
Both of them gasped as present Dean worked in two lubed up fingers beside Dean’s dick. The stretch was unbelievable. Castiel’s mind wandered to the time that Dean had fisted him. If he could take that, he could take both Dean’s.
“More,” Castiel panted. The Dean under him gave shallow thrusts, probably hoping to distract Castiel from any pain.
Present Dean slipped a third finger in, pushing to the side. They thrust shallowly at the same time, making Castiel whimper and moan.
Castiel whined as the fingers were removed. He felt Dean’s dick nudging beside the other Dean’s. The Dean underneath Castiel stilled, letting his older self work in.
The head breached the rim and Castiel grunted. He was thankful for the morphine and pot buzzing through his system, lessening the pain of that stretch. Present Dean worked in slowly, pouring more lube onto the three of them.
Castiel was so full, so spread out and swimming in pleasure/pain. This was perfect.
Present Dean bottomed out, his balls resting against his younger self’s balls.
“Please,” Castiel begged in a broken voice.
They thrust at the same time, and Castiel mewled in pain and pleasure. It’s too much, stretched this wide and both dicks inside him. It hurts, but the pressure on his prostate is sending unbelievable waves of pleasure through him.
They rock slowly into him. Castiel is so overwhelmed with sensation, he can only scratch at the younger Dean’s shoulders, making small noises. His Dean leans down and places soft kisses on his back.
They ride him tenderly, sharing soft touches and light kisses anywhere they can reach on Castiel and each other. This rare affection from the here and now Dean is almost enough to make Castiel sob.
It could have been minutes or hours, Castiel’s not sure how long the three of them rocked together. His time perception hasn’t been the greatest since he fell.
Present Dean wedged his hand in between Castiel and the other Dean, wrapping his hand around Castiel’s neglected dick. Castiel whined as he made short, twisting strokes. Castiel’s hips twitched as his second orgasm got closer.
Past Dean kissed Castiel lightly as the other Dean stroked his dick faster and harder. The familiar white tingling sensation started in his groin. Castiel made a few short embarrassing noises.
Both Deans rocked in faster, chasing their own orgasms. Their rhythms changed, one thrusting in as the other pulled out. Both Deans groaned together as their dicks slid together.
Both Deans bit either side of Castiel’s neck, and that was it for the former angel. He shouted as more come spilled from him, covering his and Dean’s stomach. Both Dean’s grunted from the squeezing muscles.
The older Dean came first, his fingers leaving harsh marks on Castiel’s hips as he thrust shallowly. Feeling the come from his older self land on his dick was enough for the younger Dean, filling Castiel’s already filled and used body.
The here and now Dean pulled out first. He wiped himself off with the corner of the thin sheet on Castiel’s mattress. He started pulling clothes on.
Castiel rolled off of the younger Dean slowly and sprawled over the lumpy mattress, still trying to catch his breath. The here and now Dean muttered something about watchtower duty and left the cabin. Past Dean rolled over and looked at Castiel with sad eyes.
“What did I do wrong?” He whispered. “What happened that made me treat you like this?”
Castiel shook his head, fighting back tears.
“Promise me something,” Castiel said in a quiet voice. “Promise that when you get back, you do everything you possibly can to stop this.” Castiel swallowed around the lump in his throat. “And you tell your Castiel that you love him.”
Dean nodded.
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