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“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Castiel murmurs to Dean, in the dark of the woods - in the dark of Purgatory. “We shouldn’t  - something could sneak up on us at any time.”

Dean’s got a grip on his shoulders, lines of desperation lining his face. “Cas - fuck. Please. I need you, man. We need this. We’ve been dancing around it for weeks, and now…”

Castiel licks his lips, hair and and eyes wild as the day he was sent down from Heaven to rip Dean up from Hell, and to subsequently keep an eye on both Winchesters. He leans in, lips barely grazing Dean’s. “Dean…”

Dean groans, and closes the gap between them, kissing Castiel hungrily, fingers digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t care anymore - - he’s gone weeks without some kind of physical validation, and it’s getting to him. He needs - he needs touch.

Cas caves, slipping his tongue into Dean’s mouth, pushing him to the ground, and crawling between his legs. Maybe he needs it, too - - angels aren’t supposed to crave physical affection, but he does when he’s with Dean. “How do you want it?” he asks gruffly, palming and Dean’s crotch.

Dean arches his back, breathless, cock twitching in his pants. “However you wanna give it,” he grits out. “God, just - -”

Cas straddles his waist, grinding down into him, pinning one of Dean’s wrists above his head. “Like this,” he hisses out. “You’ll take it like this, Dean.”

He claws at the ground with his free hand, his stomach muscles tightening. He gets a leg around Castiel’s hips, and surges up to kiss him desperately as they rock together. “U-Uh…”

Cas can feel himself getting close already - he quickly fumbles his pants down, and yanks Dean’s shirt up, rubbing his cock against Dean’s bare belly.

Dean practically dies for it, moaning so loud that Cas has to slap his hand over his mouth to keep him in check - - especially when he starts convulsing, shaking and shivering as a dark, warm stain spreads across the crotch of Dean’s jeans. 

He throws his head back, groaning helping Dean ride out his orgasm before spilling across his freckled belly, desperately humping against him, seeking every bit of last minute friction. He kisses Dean hard, slowing his thrusts.

Dean’s still twitching - as a matter of fact, when he feels Cas come, his own cock finds it in itself to dribble out just a little bit more, his thighs twitching wildly, pelvic muscles contracting. He huffs out a huge sigh, staring up at the angel.

“Well,” Cas murmurs, dipping his finger into the mess he’d made on Dean’s belly, pressing it to Dean’s mouth, “that was…something.”

I have. a Mighty Need.

dean nearly stops dead in his tracks. he’s headed back to the buck creek motor lodge after a long day of unsuccessful credit card fraud and losing all the money dad had given him for pool hustling. he’d just left a bar of card sharks and wasn’t about to get more blood in the water.

“blow job, fifty bucks,” repeats the man, shifty and shy-like. he kicks at the ground with his foot. dean imagines he would too if he were to ever to stoop so low as selling himself.

“i don’t do that,” says dean, brusquely. he shakes his head and shuffles on, dreading the long walk up I-45 to the shithole they’d been renting for the past three weeks. dad’s got werewolf on the brain.

“no,” says the man, side-stepping to keep up. puts a shaky hand on dean’s shoulder and slows him, mutters, “i’ll give you a blowjob. i’ll pay.”

dean balks and this time he does stop dead. “what?”

“come on, lemme suck you off.” the guy presses a fifty into dean’s palm. “doesn’t mean anything.”

the buy-seller is built and smooth-looking, like a college quarterback. he’s wearing a baseball cap to shield his face, but dean can see the desperation in his eyes. sorority sisters just aren’t doing it for him. figures.

dean swallows the lump in his throat. he’s not fucking gay. no way. but all he has to think about is the sickening feeling of coming home to sammy with no food and no money in order to sigh and tighten his fingers around ulysses s grant’s dead face. he shifts his gaze, makes sure no one is watching. “alright, fine. let’s go.”

He’d be shy at first, apologizing to him, “I’m not gonna be really good at this.” But he gets good eventually, because he spends way too much time with Cas’ dick in his mouth. He likes the taste, yeah, but what he really craves is the feeling. He loves the feeling of having his throat full, the heavy weight of Cas twitching and dripping on his tongue. His favorite thing to do is take the whole shaft down, all the way, and just hold it there as long as he can. He’s gotten real used to breathing with his throat full. Eventually, he’s able to just sit down and keep Cas warm for as long as he likes.

When he’s not taking his time and keeping Cas in deep, he’s fast and enthusiastic and desperate. He keens and whines around Castiel’s cock, begging with sound alone because he needs it, he needs to taste Cas. Feel him shooting hot and hard against his tongue, his throat, everywhere in his mouth. God, he needs that like he needs air.

Other times, Dean will let go, put his hands behind his back, and look up at Cas. And thank god his message is received every time, because he never wants to take his mouth off long enough to verbally request a face-fucking. But Cas gets it, puts both hands on the back of Dean’s head and fucks his head like it’s meant for him. He thrusts his hips hard and fast, and uses his hands to push and pull Dean as he wants. Dean just lets his jaw go slack, his eyes glaze over. He listens to Cas’ groans and the slick sound of a cock fucking his throat viscously.

Sometimes Dean teases Cas, licks all gentle and soft up and down his shaft, dips his tongue into the big drip of precum bubbling out of the tip. Makes himself look all shy when he tilts his head and plants a big wet kiss at the base. He might grin too, big and evil before taking Cas in deep and sucking hard, making him gasp and moan, before pulling back up and teasing all over again. He’ll do everything he can, soft and sweet, to make Cas go crazy. It always ends with a frustrated hand grabbing his hair and using it to pull Dean’s mouth up and down his dick until he comes.

Dean’s absolute favorites are the ones that come out of nowhere, when Sam leaves for a minute and he just unzips Cas’ pants, pulls him out, and sucks him off as fast as he can. The ones where they happen to be in public bathrooms at the same, the ones where he lets Cas drive so he can give him head, the memorable one in an empty diner when all the waiters were in the kitchen. He’s got a bit of an exhibitionist streak, sue him. It’s mostly about the speed aspect of it, that he’s got a time limit and he’s gotta do everything he can to get Cas from soft to hard to coming before they get caught or he’ll get his ass spanked cherry red.

Did you know that sounding has been done extensively historically? Neither did I! I had sort of assumed catheters were relatively modern, but nope! (and sounds are essentially catheters, just put to slightly different use…)

*

“Doctor?” Dean leaned up as best he could against the restraints that Doctor Novak had strapped over his ankles, hips and chest.

“Sometimes the strangest things feel good,” the Doctor murmured as if he were talking to himself. “Don’t worry, Mr. Winchester. I can treat what ails you.” A gentle hand on his chest pushed him back against the cot.

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friend, I don’t think you understand what you’re asking.

MY FAVES:

the first Dean/Cas fic I ever read, God bless

my favourite Dean/Cas fic in the whole world ever

Dean wakes up 5 years in the future

they get trapped in Ohio

Cas uses Sam as a vessel after leviathangate

Dean tries to educate Cas in wanking and it gets kinda gay

glorified PWP but I friggin’ love wing fic

they don’t forgive Cas for breaking Sam’s wall

the universe says they belong together

getting married to get rid of the MoC

AUs: 

Dean thinks Cas is getting married Cas thinks Dean’s a dick

one night stand followed by chaste dates

drunk hitched in Vegas whoops

professor and student flirt through Spanish lit references

Cas is a phoenix just roll with it

spies/politics/espionage/something similar

Mary shops in Cas’ family’s store

Cas goes on holiday to Earth

19th century Scotland for some reason

chef/waiter intense dislike and also they’re Irish

Cas is a librarian

Dean is a sociopath and Cas is a priest pleeaaase

Sam prays for Dean and Dean ends up with a guardian angel

hot librarian angel roommate

ANGEL PORN WEBSITE

Cas is a priest and Dean is 17 ayyy

Dean is a priest and Cas is a visiting angel

Dean has a spooky cabin and Cas is his spooky neighbour

epic (80k+) AUs: 

professional sub Dean

STRIPPER DEAN

the greatest soul bonding fic you will ever read

private English tutoring which sounds awful but is awesome

straight up PWPs: 

Cas beats the shit out of Dean and Dean really likes it

bangin’ in the car

bangin’ in the car (classy version)

Cas is sad about being human

Cas gets hit by sex pollen and they have to siphon orgams off him

heatwave handjobs

5.03 blowjob coda

sex pollen in Purgatory hell yeah

weirdly hot suit sex

wing kinky

they fuck on the American flag

they have to share a bed what could possibly happen next

masturbating in prayer

Massive Attack is an aphrodisiac apparently

Michael gives TFW new lives to fuck them up

Cas learning to masturbate in the shower

epics (80k+):

we accidentally started a bakery

4000 word fic snowballed into 110000 words of s4 AU

they wake up in scary Stepford

The End!verse au with the famous RDJ threesome

fics from the cretaceous period (s4): 

fab four room sharing

s5 au where Cas has amnesia and Lucifer is super hot

Cas falls almost gets sacrificed and is very cute

s5 AU and I’m pretty sure they meet Jesus

s5 AU where Cas was tortured by the archangels :(

Cas time travels and falls in love with teen Dean

fics from the apocalypse (s5): 

they accidentally adopt a kid eeeee

burgers and shagging

incredibly miserable but ultimately great

Dean doesn’t go to Lisa’s after Swan Song

End!verse Dean drinking angel blood holla

Cas goes back in time to get him and Dean together

they make a deal with Bela and she watches them bang

spooky 5.04ish casefic I think

the apocalypse is over and everything’s kinda weird

the apocalypse is over so they go on holiday

2009!Dean and 2014!Cas

lying around in bed

they go to Heaven and it’s so happy

they buy a roadhouse and retire and Dean cries

Zachariah sends Cas to 2014 to hang out with himself

they talk about Vonnegut and have sex

everything is miserable (s6): 

Bobby being like “please you goddamn children”

post-God!Cas having a terrible time

post-s6 pre-s7 God!Cas

Raphael traps Dean and Cas in the 1940s

bonkers s6 AU 

vampire!Dean drinking Cas’ blood ay

Raphael the matchmaker

even sex was miserable during s6

vampire!Dean was a great episode we’re #blest

everything is still miserable (s7): 

back when we thought Cas was dead

Cas bounces post-leviathan and they find him on a hunt

EVERYTHING IS GR8 (s8): 

Cas on the road with the tablet

bunker fic (s9/s10): 

after the angels fall

after the angels fall Cas doesn’t end up in the continental US

trying to cure the MoC with angel jizz

angry road trip

secret banging so cute

a bunch of other stuff: 

everyone thinks they’re a couple

Cas goes mute for some reason

accidental angelic engagement

it’s weird and there’s a kid

Cas time travels and young Dean is head over heels for him

Dean is cursed asleep

Sam is turned into a toddler

Sam is completely oblivious

Dean gets cursed so he’s completely dependent on Cas

Dean is blinded by angelic light

Dean ends up in AUs where every version of him is with Cas

everyone’s pranking Dean

sex pollen with plot

Cas is annoying it’s very cute

it’s warm there’s ice

Gabriel is really nosy and has no boundaries

demon Dean dubcon

Cas makes a list of things Dean loves

Cas has a halo omfg

snow and tequila

Cas comes up with cute “how did you two meet” answers

cute 5 things fic

Cas is trying to get out of being assigned a mate

the only Dean/Cas/Sam you’ll ever need

Sleeping boiiiz

Page from one of my sketchbooks.

It’s warm and wet and Dean knows some is going to clump in his eyelashes uncomfortably within seconds, but more importantly, it’s striped across his cheek and lips so he can taste Cas with a quick swipe of his tongue.

“Dean!” Cas says, pulling away like the damage wasn’t already done. “I’m sorry –”

“It’s ok,” Dean says. It is. No one has done this to him since back when he got picked up on streetcorners for a couple bucks, but being marked by Cas feels… right. It’s like the handprint never left.

Cas doesn’t really believe him, doesn’t relax until he’s gently cleaned Dean up with a washcloth until all traces are gone.

But for days, when Dean closes his eyes, he can still feel the dripping heat of it on his skin. He blushes almost every time he looks at Cas, enough that Sam raises eyebrows at him so Dean has to kick him under the table of another no-name diner.

The second time, Dean is back on the bicycle of deepthroating, taking all of Cas with practiced ease, no gagging even when Cas puts his hands in Dean’s hair and holds him there until Dean goes a little dizzy with need for air. Despite Cas’s iron grip on the back of his head, Dean manages to pull off and says, chin tilted up, “Come on my face, Cas.”

“Yes, Dean,” Cas says, like he always does when Dean makes a request, like he always does when Dean needs something. And Dean fucking needs.

Dean uses his hand to finish Cas off, and this time most of it manages his cheek and lips, sliding down his chin, and Dean greedily laps up what his tongue can reach. Cas stares down at him, reverent, and swipes a thumb through the mess before pressing his finger into Dean’s mouth.

Dean sucks it clean, eyes never leaving Cas’s, and Cas’s breath stutters like he could get hard and fuck Dean’s face all over again.

After that, Cas doesn’t apologize. He doesn’t even ask, just jerks Dean off his cock by the hair and paints him white. Sometimes when he’s fucking Dean, he’ll pull out and come all over his lower back, dripping down his hole, somehow more obscene than if he had actually come inside Dean. Sometimes he jerks Dean off and then makes Dean suck his fingers clean, taste his own bitter pleasure.

“Against The Wall” - Digital Oil Painting

Next up in ‘too porny to post to Facebook,’ bottom!Dean and Top!Cas. He presses him up against the wall, hands tight on his hips, his nose gently nudges Dean’s ear as he whispers, “Can you feel what you do to me?” And Dean smiles like a lil shit, because of COURSE he knows.

Dean/Cas Rule No. 28: Always make good use of dark corners.