Supernatural Takeover

shower sex headcanons yo

If they shower together it always takes an hour or more because even though they’ve been together for a long time they just can’t keep their hands to themselves. Especially Dean. He is the worst.

Every time Cas is shampooing his hair Dean sneaks up to him from behind, wrapping his arms around his middle. He either teases Cas’s nipples or goes straight to the good stuff, playing with his cock and balls until Cas is completely hard. Every time Cas complains about it because he really doesn’t want any shampoo in his eyes but he secretly loves it (he thinks it’s a secret but his rock hard cock on Dean’s hand kinda gives him away).

Dean loves to jerk Cas off like that, feel his weight pressed against his chest as he moves his tight fist over his cock on a quick pace. He loves the way Cas’s moans seems to bounce around the walls, how warm Cas feels against him and how his knees go weak when he comes all over Dean’s hand.

Blowjobs. So many blowjobs. Dean loves to suck Cas’s cock and Cas loves to suck Dean’s cock and by now it is basically impossible for them to take a shower together without someone’s dick ending up in someone’s mouth. It doesn’t matter whether they actually blow each other until they cum or if it’s just a part of the foreplay, one or both of them always gets their cock sucked in the shower.

Dean bought oil based lube just for shower activities because it doesn’t wash off with water as quickly. He loves to finger Cas open slowly when his skin is all warm and wet and he is so relaxed, leaning back against Dean’s chest while his fingers work him open.

Dean’s ultimate favorite thing is to fuck Cas against the shower wall, lift him up into his arms and drive into him, deep and rough. Cas loves the way the warm water drums against his body, adding to the sensations. He loves the contrast between the warmth and the cold wall against his back. He loves how rough Dean always is in the shower, how deep and fast he fucks him until they are both coming.

How am I even going to look at a priest again without choking is beyond me. 

Dean kissing Cas’ neck while he helps him line up his shot from behind. (◕‿◕✿)

 There was a boy, a prophet, with dreams of college and a normal life. His body lay lifeless on the bunker floor, eyes burnt out.

 There was a girl with red hair and a shelf full of collectables. Dean called her the little sister he never had. Gutted in a bathtub, taken long before her time.

 There was an angel in a dirty trenchcoat. Always happy to bleed for the Winchesters. He did. Many times. Never asking anything in return.

college roommates!dean and cas fucking in between classes so dean always shows up five minutes late with sex hair and a grin on his face, wincing a little when he sits down

college roommates!dean and cas pushing their beds together and cas fucking dean across them

college roommates!dean and cas attending a formal event together and then afterwards when they get home cas takes off his tie and ties dean’s wrists to the bedpost with it and fucks him

dean blowing cas while he studies for a big exam; dean climbing into his lap to ride him when he aces it

tipsy saturday night fucks where they fall asleep right afterwards

sleepy sunday morning fucks before breakfast and the day of homework begins

Sam wakes first, unsurprisingly. He wakes the same way he always does; the same way everyone else does, he thinks - by giving himself a moment to adjust to the sensation, opening his eyes, then slowly climbing out of bed to take a shower. Today, though, he stops somewhere halfway through the getting out of bed process, because he remembers that the other side of his bed is filled with a still-snoozing ex-Trickster.

Sam remembers finding him the previous night in the kitchen when he got up to get some water at one o'clock in the morning. Gabriel hadn’t even been doing anything, just sitting at the table and staring out of the window, watching a shooting star which reminded them both all too much of the time the angels fell.

Sam hadn’t even said anything. He’d just pulled Gabriel to his feet, led him to his bedroom and tucked him in, draping an arm comfortingly over his waist, soothing him to sleep.

And now it’s midmorning, and here they are.

The first time Gabriel opens his eyes, he squints, shakes his head a little to bring a curtain of hair over his eyes to block out the sunlight, and closes them again. Within seconds, he’s gone back to sleep.

The second time he wakes up, Sam says, “Good morning, sleepyhead,” and ruffles his hair.

“No,” Gabriel insists, in a small, petulant child voice. He buries his head in the pillow and goes back to sleep.

The third time Gabriel opens his eyes, he tries to fight Sam. It’s not really Sam’s fault. Gabriel’s the one who moves away, attempting to drag all the sheets and blankets with him. Sam tries to resist, first accidentally because he’s lying on them, and then on purpose because he’s not wearing a shirt and it’s actually really damn cold this morning. Gabriel wrestles with him, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to deal with being awake, batting Sam’s hands away from the sheets, eventually reigning triumphant and balling himself up inside all the covers like a tiny archangel burrito.

The fourth time Gabriel opens his eyes, he growls - literally growls, like a cat. He rubs his eyes and wriggles around in the bed, and Sam wants to reach out and touch him, but he’s a little scared.

Gabriel turns his head towards Sam and gives him a genuinely furious look, huffing in annoyance at his very existence, before turning back to where he was, mumbling something about ‘stupid sleep why do humans do this’, and then dropping back off.

The fifth time Gabriel opens his eyes, he rolls over. Sam is propped against the headboard by this point, pretending to read a book, but really just watching Gabriel, his eyes soft over the pages and his mouth crinkled into a smile. “Hey there,” he whispers, once it looks like Gabriel isn’t going to go back to sleep this time, or to attack him.

Gabriel’s lips part and he blinks up at Sam like he’s struggling to reconcile his mental picture of what he should be seeing right now with what he’s actually seeing.

“What are you doing here?” he asks in a tiny, wavering voice.

Sam chuckles. “This is my room. I sleep here every night. What are you doing here is the real question,” he teases.

“Sorry. I can go,” Gabriel says, and he gathers up a blanket to his chest despite the fact that he’s already snug in a pair of Sam’s pajamas, and folornly starts to shuffle out of the room.

“No!” Sam shouts, too loud for so early in the morning, quickly stopping him. “I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry. Please, come back and lie down for a bit.” He’s not usually one for staying in bed for a long time in the mornings, but he thinks that he might feel differently if he could see Gabriel smile.

Gabriel pauses, looking unsure, but then nods, crawling back onto the bed and snuggling up into Sam’s side, his head on Sam’s shoulder.

Gabriel doesn’t speak for a while, but after a couple of minutes’ comfortable silence, he says, “Thought I dreamed you.”

“Nope. I may be dreamy, but I am real.”

“Sounds like something I’d say,” Gabriel pouts, and yeah, maybe the guy’s started to rub off on Sam since he moved into the bunker.

Sam doesn’t deny it, just says, “You’re cute in the mornings.”

“'Mnot.” Gabriel pulls a face and shakes his head at Sam, poking his cheek.

Sam smiles. “You are. And it’s a good thing too.”

“Oh yeah? And why’s that?” Gabriel mumbles into the junction of Sam’s neck.

THIS IS LEGIT THE BEST FUCKING THING, BECAUSE SLEEPY AND GRUMPY GABRIEL WHO STEALS ALL OF THE BLANKETS AND GRUMPS AND DOESN’T LIKE SUNLIGHTS AND TRIES TO HIDE AWAY…..

SO IMMA DO THE THING ROSE, I’M SORRY.  I’M SORRY.  I HOPE YOU DON’T MIND.  @casandsip is awesome, if you don’t follow them, btw.  <3  

The second night they end up curled together, Sam stays tucked into bed, even when Gabriel wakes up and refuses to move, just glaring at him through squinted eyes.  Sam just smiles at him and picks up a book, flipping through the pages slowly.  

Gabriel huffs and goes back to bed.  He maybe curls a little closer and wraps a leg around Sam’s.  Sam’s smile get a little wider.  

OH GOD AND THEN I THIS WHOLE BIT THAT IS A LITTLE NSFW WHERE GABRIEL MAYBE HAS A WET DREAM AND STARTS ROCKING AGAINST SAM’S THIGH AND THEN SAM IS LIKE, FLUSHED AND GETTING TURNED ON, BUT DOESN’T WANNA WAKE GABRIEL, AND GABRIEL IS MAKING THESE SOFT LITTLE EXHALED PANTS INTO HIS SKIN AND OH GOD, IT’S SO HOT AND GABRIEL’S GETTING A LITTLE FRANTIC AND HE DOESN’T WAKE UP UNTIL HE’S COMING IN PULSES IN HIS BOXERS.  

AND SAM IS HARD, SO HARD, AND HE’S FLUSHED AND GABRIEL’S SCRAMBLING OUT OF BED HORRIFIED AND HATING HIMSELF FOR WHAT HAPPENED, AND SAM CATCHES HIM JUST BEFORE GABRIEL GETS OUT OF THE ROOM.  

And Gabriel is still trying to escape to get away from Sam, because he fucked it up, because of course he did.  And Sam just huffs at Gabriel a little angrily and spins the former trickster around and glares at him.  Asks if Gabriel’s attracted to him.  

Gabriel just snaps that he’s pretty sure he just made that blatantly fucking obvious and he doesn’t need to be mocked.  

Sam just grabs Gabriel’s hand and presses it to his erection and Gabriel’s eyes fly wide and stare at Sam and Sam just smirks and kinda is like “does this feel like mockery to you?”

Gabriel shakes his head, and well, after that, Sam gives him several very good reasons not to sleep in his bed again.  This time, well, he listens.