#bottomdeannet

I haven’t really been involved with Supernatural as much as I used to be, as some of you may have noticed, and it kind of sucks but this season hasn’t done much to keep my attention. I mean to catch up at some point but I’m going to be super busy with personal stuff until like the end of May so it probably won’t happen until the end of the season.

now how does this matter to my blogging habits, you might ask? well, let me tell you. it’s because I’ve been slowly becoming more of a Marvel blog and I’m going to make a few changes around here to reflect that. I’m really attached to this url so it will probably be the last to go, but I already have another url saved. really the only thing keeping me in the Supernatural fandom right now is Sam (and Jared), which is part of why I want to keep this url, but I’m trying to remind myself if I get rid of it I can keep loving Sam just as much as I do right now. and there will probably still be a fair amount of Supernatural still on my blog, it’s just that my interests are shifting. especially as things like Ultron, Mockingjay pt 2 and The Force Awakes start to come out.

so I don’t know. I’m sure a lot of people will unfollow me and that’s fine. as much as I know I run this blog for myself I do recognize that I want to keep certain content that I know my followers enjoy which is why I feel so torn about all the changes I want to make.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Supernatural Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Characters: Castiel, Dean Winchester Additional Tags: crossdressing!Cas, bisexual!dean, Mistaken Gender, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Gratuitous Smut, cas in panties, Cas in Lingerie, 'girl' clothes, Destiel - Freeform, Power Bottom Dean, Sex Toys, Topping from the Bottom Series: Part 5 of Tumblrfics Summary:

I was asked by the wonderful gaymidnightreading for a crossdressing!Cas fic, and this is the result. A gratuitous smut fest featuring Cas in lingerie and other traditionally feminine clothing, and Dean fucking loves it.

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It’s not that Sam wasn’t used to people wandering around the apartment in some article of Dean’s clothes or another.

He’d on more than one occasion bumped into Lisa, clad in one of Dean’s t shirt (and rarely much else) while trying to get to the bathroom some mornings.

Or Aaron, who shuffled around the kitchen in too long pajama pants while making obscene amounts of bacon for breakfast, whenever he used to stay over.

It’s just…this time was different.

Mainly because the guy grumpily staring down the coffee pot had huge wings that took up most of the space in the Winchester’s tiny galley kitchen. Giant, dark wings that rivaled the ones of the angel plastered all over the Led Zeppelin boxer shorts he was currently wearing.

"Ummm." Sam said weakly when his brain failed to supply anything better.

The unexpected noise in the early morning quiet had the other man whipping around, eyes wide and wings ruffling in surprise. The sudden movement causing the coffee pot to tip onto the floor with a shatter of glass and splatter of liquid.

"Shit. Shit. Sorry!" Sam offered while scrambling to pull the broom out from beside the fridge.

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A loud crash jarred Dean out of sleep and had him grabbing the nearest article of clothes as he stumbled out of the room and toward the noise.

"Cas! What the hell are…" Dean pulled up short upon noticing his missing bedmate standing in the kitchen’s entry while his brother’s gigantor stature popped up from behind the breakfast bar.

"What…I thought you were supposed…what the fuck is wrong with this goddammed thing!?" Dean growled as he struggled with the shirt he belatedly realized was Castiel’s as his arm slipped through a hole made for wings.

His loud expletive filled entrance had both men’s attention snapping to him.

"Morning, Dean."

"Oh my God, Dean, put on some pants!"

"You’re not even supposed to be here, Sammy!  I thought you were at Sarah’s." Dean countered, groaning in relief when the shirt was righted. "Finally, fuck.”

"She had a client that wanted to meet early at the gallery so I came home." Sam said, hand clasped tight over his eyes.

"You can put your hand down dumbass. Your delicate eyes are safe." Dean huffed and tried not to smile too wide when Castiel’s right wing stretched out, covering his lower half, feathers skimming over his thigh in the process.

It wasn’t until his brother actually moved his hand, that Dean realized the levity of the situation.

He was standing half naked in front of Sam and Castiel.

Castiel, who Dean hadn’t told his brother about. Well, at least not this.

Shit.

“I accidentally broke the coffee pot.” Castiel explained, cutting through the awkward silence as he met Dean’s gaze. “I’ll replace it, of course.”

"It’s fine." Dean returned Castiel’s small, flustered smile with a sleepy one of his own.

*Hrrrhmm*

Sam’s loud throat clearing brought Dean back to the pressing matter at hand.

"Alright, Dammit." Dean sighed, waving a hand between the two men. "Cas, this is my overgrown little brother, Sam. Sammy this is…"

thefangsandthefun Oh shit. Dean loves his some Cop!Cas.

As a matter of fact, there are days where Cas barely makes in through their front door before Dean’s all over him.

"I texted while driving to work this morning."

"I jaywalked on the way to Benny’s for lunch."

"I didn’t take those books back to the library for you and now there’s a fine."

Ridiculous “crimes” (except the texting, Cas isn’t happy about that because It’s dangerous, Dean.) committed for the sake of being lawfully punished when Cas got home.