This picture is the inspiration behind this story: https://archiveofourown.org/works/12980538/chapters/29675289 @mrswhozeewhatsis my WiFi wasn't working the last few days so I couldn't post this, but now you know what inspired the story! 😂
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"I got it at the hot topical" holy shit can to even imagine Cas walking into hot topic though? Just imagine this awkward Angel walking in and hearing metal music and asking the cashier for ideas for a rebellious teenage girl and deciding on a grumpy cat plushie. JUST IMAGINE IT DAMNIT
How about Gabe giving sextips to Cas for Dean, while Dean is giving Sam sex tips for Gabe- and both Cas and Sam are super uncomfortable.
Supernatural
Destiel and Sabriel exchanging sex tips
“You ever rim?”
“No, Dean I—“
“You don’t?!” Dean looked over at Gabriel for an answer, which was very effectively met with a sad, pouty shaking of the head. “Jesus Christ, Sammy. Get with the program!”
“It’s just a little…a little…” Sam, blushing hard, looked at the seat next to him, occupied by Gabe, then across to Dean. He avoided eye contact. “Hard to do, I guess.”
“But it’s fucking easy,” Dean continued.
“Guess he licks you up all the time, eh, bro?” Gabe asked Cas, who was across from him and next to Dean. Cas blinked.
“He does,” the dark haired angel muttered shyly. Under the table, he took Dean’s hand for safety. “If that is so important for you to know.”
Dean laughed. “You don’t have to be so modest, Cas. You practically beg me to tongue fuck you.”
Cas turned bright red and Sam got a little green.
“R-really?” Sam asked, narrowed his eyes in disgust. Gabe chuckled a little and bounced in his seat. He looked at Sam, but the younger Winchester didn’t dare meet the gaze. Dean licked his lips at Cas.
“He loves it, don’t you?”
“I am rather fond of the action…yes…”
Gabe sighed loudly. “See, Sam? It’s easy for Dean to do it.”
“I don’t wanna think about that!!” Sam griped.
“You don’t have ta’ thinkabout them; think about us.”
Dean looked at his brother again and threw another painful question. “You like to pound him into the bed, or have him ride you?”
Sam cleared his throat very, very loud as he blushed harder. “Does it matter?!” he squawked at his brother.
“No, but I’m just trying to help you out,” said Dean.
“I don’t need help.”
“Bullshit,” Dean grunted. “I haven’t heard you guys fuck since a couple weeks, now. Don’t tell me you don’t need help.”
Gabriel had to agree with Dean’s statement. He nodded profusely and tried to get Sam’s attention again. “You are being kind of a bitter bitch.”
“I’m not! How can you say that?” Sam protested.
Mocking Dean, Gabe said “We haven’t fucked since a couple weeks, now.”
“We’ve been busy, you know that,” was Sam’s quick excuse. He drummed his fingers on the table impatiently and as a small distraction. “And besides, it’s not like you two have been ‘rabbits’ as usual.”
Cas made a tiny beep and looked down, toying with Dean’s hand more. Dean frowned at Sam. “What do you mean?”
“We used to hear…um…a lot of noise from your room,” as Sam spoke, he grimaced. “But we don’t so much anymore.”
“Yeah, yeah, he’s right,” Gabe added. “Y’all went from POWPOWPOWPOW to pow pow…pop…ugh…what’s up with that? Cassy-Cassy, are you being a bad wifey-wifey?”
“I don’t understand what you mean by that,” Cas said stiffly. He looked at Gabe and swallowed hard.
“You know, letting Deano have his way and giving him what he wants? You’re good about that, right?” Dean raised his eyebrows and wet his lips, pulling Gabe’s attention. “Or…?”
“I have been tired lately,” Cas interrupted before Dean could say anything.
“How tired can you be, bro!? You’re an angel for crying out loud. Sheesh. Sam and I can go for hours if we wanna.”
Sam shook his head and Dean laughed, but Cas continued to look serious. “Dean has…Dean has…ah…Dean has peculiar tastes.”
“Oh?!” Gabe asked, growing extremely interested all of the sudden. Dean shrugged, smirking. “Like what?!”
“I see no reason to discuss this any further.”
“Hey, c’mon, you can tell ol’ Gabe. I can help ya out! Give some pointers.”
Cas flushed red hot. His palms grew sweaty.
“So, what?” Gabe continued to insist. “Does he fist you?”
Cas shook his head. “Goodness…”
“Deepthroat?”
“S-sometimes.”
Dean grinned and nodded, all the while Sam rolled his eyes but was thankful they weren’t talking about his own sex life. Still, the idea of Dean and Cas fucking made him nauseous. But Gabe didn’t give up.
“What is it? What makes you so tired? Does he spank you? Tie you up? Does he—-ooooooh!” Gabe’s eyes grew wide as did his grin. A little pink colored his cheeks. Cas closed his eyes. “He plays with your wings.”
“That’s a thing!?” Sam had to throw in there. He sat up straight and stared at Gabe, then to Dean.
“Fuck yeah,” Dean said. “You didn’t know, Sammy?”
“I can’t believe I’m saying this but no, Dean. How do you—ugh—do it?”
“He has to reveal them to you, but I don’t think Gabe would mind.” Gabe shook his head, smiling. “Then you just…rub them, stroke them, nip them…hell, I even jerk off into them. They feel so good, right Cas?” Cas didn’t answer. “He’s just being shy. But it’s amazing. Just let your fingers run between the feathers…grasp at them…kiss them….tug at them…ugh…it’s great…so great…” Dean had to shift a little and pull at the dramatically shrinking space in his crotch. Cas moaned softly. He rolled his shoulders.
Then Gabe wiggled in his seat, feeling some of the lust radiating between Dean and Cas. “You need to play with my wings, Sammich!”
Blushing hotly, Sam inhaled and took Gabe’s arms. “I didn’t know, honestly. You should have said something.”
“You never asked!”
“Hey, hey, you two,” Dean interrupted. He stood up, taking Cas with him and began to walk away from the table. “There’s plenty of time to figure it out. Just be glad you got a brother that can teach you these things.”
Reluctantly, Sam gave Dean one of the most awkward thank yous of their entire lives together. Gabe pawed at his chest. “Play with my wiiiiings…”
“Okay, okay,” said Sam. Dean and Cas were backing away, heading to their room.
“That was uncomfortable,” said Cas. He squeezed Dean’s hand and held it close to his side.
“Why?”
“I don’t like discussing such private matters with our siblings.”
“But it’s helpful.”
“I suppose.”
“C’mon. It’s nothing weird like that. Good to be honest and open, huh?”
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Castiel looked around him in utter confusion, not sure at all what had happened. All he’d done was smooth Sarah’s hair back from her face as she slept, and then he was here. Wherever here was. Upon seeing Sarah standing there, apparently talking about an FBI agent, his face lit up. Sarah! Where are we?
"Mr Weber’s that guy that was killed in his house, right?" Kari asked. Sarah nodded, and barely kept her eyes from drifting back to Cas. ‘I don’t know how, but we’re in my head. This is… this is what happened right before I got home to find a werewolf in my house.’ ”Yeah, apparently his heart was missing or something. Scary stuff. That was what that guy was asking about.”
Tilting his head, Castiel gave her a quizzical look. Your mother was killed by a werewolf? I didn't know that. My apologies. He shifted his weight, from foot to foot, not sure what to do now. Clearing his throat, he held his arms out awkwardly to her. It is my understanding that I am supposed to offer a hug as a form of comfort and a sign of my sincerest apologies.
