#deangabriel

“Come on man, please don’t, it’s so big in me already. It’s so fucking thick now, I can’t…I can barely talk, it’s pressing everything.” Dean pleaded, already so swollen full of archangel dick. It was in his stomach, Gabe had told him when it happened, he’d felt the change and the invading but overwhelming pleasant fullness that had resulted. But it was too much, and he breathed raggedly as he tried not to squeeze the massive Trickster dick his body was being molded around. His face was beat red as Crowley and Castiel gazed at him with hunger in their eyes. Crowley had his massive dick out already, of course, slowly jacking it and calculating how feasible fitting the already foot long monster into a body about to be only twice that tall.

“Dean, I respect your agency, but unless you really need to stop…I think it’s best to listen to Gabriel in this regard. He’s experienced, he knows what a human can take, how to make it all work.” Castiel said reasonably, even as he pulled out his thick nine inch (holy fuck I got excited when I heard that, fuck yeah Misha!) cock out of his slacks. Crowley immediately helped him out with a hand, leaning a little on Cas, the angel grunting gratefully as they watched the bulge in Dean’s belly move a couple inches in and out, slowly. “He’s an archangel, one skilled in the ways of the flesh. I’ve always thought he was your kind of angel. Show him some respect.”

“Fuck, fuck alright, do it.” Dean gritted out, screaming in agonizing pleasure as Gabriel winked and began shrinking him even further. His body was forced even more open, his stomach swelling huge with the head of Gabriel’s angel fuckstick. His screams became shocked moans and grunts when the fucking began, and Crowley and Cas both looked seconds away from drooling as the archangel grabbed a two foot tall Dean and began to hammer into him at a speed and power no human could match. “Holy fuck, holy fuck, too big!! You’re gonna break-”

“Yeah, sorry y’all, I’m gonna have to do this at least once a week. Anyone can join in, but I get first go. Wednesdays work for everyone?” Gabriel said conversationally as Dean lost the ability to speak. Gabriel’s cock was slamming into his lungs, and he was unable to even scream as Gabe kept ramping up his efforts, finally breaking out into a sweat. “And if anyone wants to go catch some spunk, his mouth is about to become a fountain. Sorry, Deano, with what my balls got brewin, you’re gonna be tasting me all week.”

Dean managed one final scream as Gabriel unleashed all the might of his heavenly load into his poor shrunken form, but the gurgling of angel cum was the only sound heard from him for the next hour.

rating: E words: 6623 relationships: The Trickster/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Dean Winchester, Gabriel/Michael (Implied) other tags: One Night Stands, Canon Compliant, Tall Tales, Secret Identity, Power Bottom Gabriel (Supernatural), Oral Sex, Misnaming, Wrong-Naming status: complete

summary:

As if in response to his thoughts, his own name, “Dean,” is being whispered syrup-slow under his ear. The guy has an interesting way of saying it, like it’s a puzzle piece he’s turning over. Inspecting it. Easing it into place with his tongue against the roof of his mouth.