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Dean allows it for only a brief, surprised moment before he jerks away. “Dude,” he says, “what the fuck?”

Cas is staring, the bottle of tequila seemingly forgotten in his hand. “We talked about this,” he says to Jimmy.

“I got impatient. Sue me.” Jimmy grins, easy as anything, but it fades at the look in Dean’s eyes.

Cas drops the bottle on the table next to the bed and stalks out of the room. “I’ll stay in the car tonight,” he tosses over his shoulder. “Have fun.”

Dean follows quickly so Cas barely has a cigarette lit before Dean is leaning up against the side of the Continental next to him. “I wouldn’t do that to you,” Dean says, leaning over to bump his shoulder against Cas’s, the one branded with Dean’s handprint.

“Do what to me? I don’t have a claim on you.”

“I meant -- you know. You and Jimmy.”

“What are you talking about,” Cas says, voice too flat to really be a question.

“Cas, come on. I’ve been inside you. I’m not an idiot.”

When Cas doesn’t respond, Dean reaches out and grabs the cigarette out of his hand, taking a long drag. He comes away coughing and Cas cracks a smile before stealing it back.

“Shit,” Dean says, “you guys still haven’t…? I thought for sure, after everything…”

Cas rolls his eyes and says nothing.

“Come back inside,” Dean says, “I got an idea.”

Cas drops the mostly-smoked cigarette and grinds it out with the heel of his boot before following Dean back into the hotel room.

“I ain’t doing this without Cas,” Dean announces to Jimmy.

“Doing what?”

“You. I want both of you or neither. I’m not choosing.” Dean raises an eyebrow, a challenge, as Jimmy glances between the two of them.

“You want to fuck us both,” Jimmy says.

“See?” Dean says with a grin. “I’ve been telling Cas you’re smart.”

“We’ve, ah, never done that before,” Jimmy says. He takes a gulp straight out of the mouth of the bottle of tequila, then holds it out for Cas. Dean grabs another beer out of the mini-fridge -- he never feels any effects of alcohol but is fond of this IPA all the same.

“First time for everything,” Dean says. He shrugs out of his leather jacket and lays it over the back of one of the rickety chairs sitting around a small table. “You in or not?”

Cas and Jimmy stare at each other for a long moment, a silent conversation Dean can’t hope to interpret. “Ok,” Jimmy finally says, and Cas gives a curt nod. Jimmy glances between them. “Kiss him, Cas.”

Cas’s eyes land on Dean. They’re so fucking intense, just like always, and Dean stands there drowning, just like always, until Cas takes a step forward, grabs him by the back of the neck, and reels him in. Cas’s kiss is rough and all-consuming and tastes like straight tequila, no chaser, and Dean reaches his hands up to tangle in Cas’s hair where it curls around his ears.

Off to the side, Dean hears Jimmy’s breath catch, but then Cas’s tongue is back in his mouth and he loses track of everything for long moments. Cas pulls away with a harsh bite to Dean’s lower lip, then spins Dean by the hips and shoves him towards the bed where Jimmy is still reclining. “Jimmy’s turn,” Cas says.

Dean smirks over his shoulder, then crawls into the bed on his knees, body hovering over Jimmy’s before he leans down to meet his mouth. Jimmy kisses with less finesse, less thoughtful, but gentler, too. The tip of his tongue dips to trace over Dean’s teeth as one of Cas’s hands drifts from the back of Dean’s neck down his spine. Dean groans and reaches backwards to palm at Cas’s denim-clad hip, jerking him closer.

“Shit,” Jimmy murmurs as Dean pulls back.

“Yeah?” Dean says. He strips his own shirt off his head, tosses it onto the empty bed, then reaches to slide Jimmy’s shirt up his stomach. “Off. You too, Cas.”

Jimmy is covered in scars. Dean’s mouth goes immediately to what looks like claw marks scraping over his clavicle and down his chest, and Dean’s lips and tongue trace the line of them down to bite at Jimmy’s nipple. “Shit,” Jimmy repeats, arching his body upwards to press into Dean’s mouth.

“Cas used to have lots of scars, too,” Jimmy says. “Guess you fixed ‘em. Other than the handprint.”

Dean turns to look at Cas, gaze lingering at the reddened, swollen flesh of his shoulder. “I like it,” Dean says. Cas rolls his eyes but flushes pink at the same time. “Anyway, how else would I tell you apart?”

“Shut up,” Jimmy says, laughing, and jerks Dean back into a kiss.

Cas’s mouth presses to the top knob of Dean’s spine, bites at the meat of his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re toothy,” Dean mutters up against Jimmy’s mouth.

“Too hard?”

“Fuck no. Don’t stop.”

Cas bites again, sucks hard, and now Dean has four hands on his torso, Cas’s hands wrapping around his hips and Jimmy’s sliding down his chest and belly to press against where he’s getting hard in his jeans. Dean kisses and nips down Jimmy’s neck, teeth scraping while Jimmy squirms under him.

“Jesus, you’re hot,” Dean says, tongue dipping between Jimmy’s collarbones. “You too, Cas.”

“We’re identical,” Cas says dryly.

Dean twists, grabs Cas into another bruising kiss while Jimmy watches with dark eyes. When they part, Cas says, almost too quietly to hear, “You’re perfect, Dean.”

“Take off your pants,” Dean says.

“I had no idea you were so bossy,” Jimmy says as his and Cas reach for their belts.

Dean grins, eyes darting between the two of them as jeans and then boxers are stripped off. Jimmy and Cas both have absolutely sinful hip bones, matching dark hair trailing beneath their navels to lead to hard cocks, the tips shining wet. Dean licks his lips, watching Cas’s hand wrap around the base of his own cock and stroke once.

“Well?” Jimmy says. “You gonna suck him?”

Dean rests his lips just off-center on Cas’s chest, over his heart, for a brief moment before kissing wetly downwards. Cas shudders once, and then again harder as Dean licks away a drop of pre-come from the head of his cock.

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Bed Sharing: (as we lay on the ground) i put my arms around you

Pairing: Dean/Cas/Jimmy Rating: Teen and Up Summary: The five times Dean, Castiel and Jimmy should have shared a bed but didn't, and the one time they didn't have to but they did. (And it wasn't even a bed.)

Coffee Shop AU: Hugs and Coffee Mugs