Your eyes widened, horrified by the terrifying demonic version of your lover towering over you. The mere sight of him sends a frightfully icy sensation rushing right to your core. His piercing yet soulless gaze wandered up and then down, taking in every inch of you that was not submerged with a smirk widening and playing upon his lips. It cruelly twisted that handsome face that you had come to love. If this had not been all a wrenched game, you might have dared to believe for a fraction of a second that this was your John come to take your home. 

However your eyes did not deceive you, here he was, your lover’s demonic counterpart. The twisted mirror image standing amid your waking nightmare. In the past, he had haunted your doorway more times than you could count on a single hand.

Forcing his way into your shop one particular wet and windy Friday evening, many hours after your last customer. At first glance, you had mistaken him for your John stumbling through the threshold drunk like a skunk like he had a few times before after a case that would chill the blood of even the warmest of hearts.

However, once your gaze locked with his. The illusion quickly fell apart. It allowed you to truly see the truth of the matter. This entity was no mere man, he was a doppelganger. A true and nearly identical copy of your beloved. Yet there were more than a few small differences. His eyes were the deepest of red, blazing out at you with a heat fierce and overpowering for any mere mortal to take, forcing most to simply look away and flee out of a bone-chilling fear in peril for their life.

A truly evil force of nature born from the depths of hell. One most deadly with its sights squarely set upon you. You had escaped by the very skin of your teeth, only when you turn back, glancing over your shoulder to see if the fiend had given up the ghost did you witness the sight of your home set alight for good measure. It had been an altogether strange and terrifying encounter, there had been a possessive-driven tenderness mixed in oh-so-casual brutality as you made your escape.

You had expected him to return in the days that followed but he hadn’t. It was as if he simply vanished. He had been there one moment and then like a ghost in the night gone when blinked. That first encounter left an impression that could not be forgotten. No matter how hard you wished it so. 

John had opened up after that night about the very nature and creation of the being in question. How he was composed of the least desirable aspects of his personality infused with demon ichor and the soul of well-known occultist. He never did relish the more wicked and intricate details but then again, you hadn’t pushed him any further. It was not the most ideal topic of conversation when all you wanted to do was fall into his arms. 

It was an experience that you wholeheartedly wished never to revisit for a third or fourth time. Yet here you were yet again unwillingly in his presence. Or was this simply just another trick, an illusion brought on by this hellish dimension that you're presently imprisoned in?

At this point, you had no true grasp on whether up was down. So you had to face whatever might occur next. Gritting your teeth as you attempted to power through each trial thrown your way. With increasing difficulty, you keep afloat refusing to be dragged down into the depths. “Time is a construction in a place just like this. We have nothing, we are nothing” You shot back, swallowing all the spiteful words that had lingered on the very tip of your tongue. You would give this bastardised version no words to twist and weaponise for its mocked-up version of what it perceived as fun. For amusement and self-indulgent pleasure.

“Darling, be a good girl for Johnny. No holding back, I like to hear you scream” Its words were dripping in a vile sort of glee as it inched closer and closer. Taking in all the nuances of each of the varied facial expressions. No matter how subtle or how hard you tried to mask that most wondrous of scents he could taste it. It was mouth-watering, all that fear mixed in with a dash of hopelessness and longing. The spark remained it seemed. How curious humans truly were when they were facing down their maker, clinging to the very notion of salvation.

You were not the reward, just the bait for the target of all his wrath. This was just a pleasant accident. He was the man behind the curtain, orchestrating and pulling the many different strings to rip your soul from its comfortable housing. Oh no, this was too complicated for his tastes but Constantine would come running after you.

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“I am not as heartless as you believe Constantine” The Devil spoke, his tone even lacking that normal light joking nature of his. A seriousness had crept in, taking hold of him as he stared down the mortal man from his position in the doorway. He held his posture as stiff as board but there was unmistakable sorrow that lingered upon his face.

True grief that would mirror his own, if his mask were to crack any further. However, there was no time for that, for they were working against a clock that had been slowly counting down. Hours had already been lost that simply could not be clawed back. Shame and guilt encroached in, knowing full well that he had come sooner but Lucifer would not let those negative emotions find their foothold in his psyche.

There would be time for that later, after all this was over and put to bed. With you, out of the furnace and back in their collective arms. He watched as the working-class warlock set to work. Moving through the defiled room with a fine toothcomb, nothing was overlooked or ignored as the tiniest detail might hold the key to unlocking this mystery.

This room once tantalised his supernaturally sensitive senses. Warmly inviting him to cross its threshold and enjoy what might lie within. The change was so sudden but evoked an entirely different reaction. It rattled him deeply, as an acidic taste hung in the air poisoning all the once good, intoxicating flavour that tingled as it would flood his senses from the moment that he entered the apartment.

It burnt, scorning through the lining of his nostril and dancing viciously across the tastebuds on the surface of his tongue. It was wrong, setting off the wrong kind of impulses within. There was bitterness clinging on, displayed clearly upon his face as he puckered up his lips, wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes. Uncomfortable to simply be standing there surrounded by these vile vapers, these energies dripping in venom.

For a moment, it was as if he was right back in the chasms of hell. Sweatbeads began to gather as the seconds ticked by.

“Oi, Are you just going to stand there and get out of actually doing anything!” The rage fuelled tone of Constantine was enough to shake him from his mental anguish, dragging the Devil straight back to reality. 

“This is old and archaic magic, I can taste the aftertaste in the very air. It’s clinging on, like a dense and bitter smog that refuses to dissipate” His tone was flatter than before, and there was methodical nature to his delivery as if he was piecing together a long-forgotten memory. One that had been haphazardly discarded in one of his many pursuits throughout his long stretching lifetime.

 Preferring to focus solely on selfish pleasures and inwardly seeing his goals using that to drive him forward. The knowledge of this nature is hidden away in a dusty old archive of the depths of his mind. Lucifer had never considered truly forgetting, it has been a part of who he was in a different lifetime. No matter, how painfully and quickly that had ended, when he fell from the heavens above.

His past was forcing its way back into his life one way or another.  However, this did not feel like the glory of heaven raining down almighty vengeance. There were no horns blown or a ringing in his ears as the cherubs sang accompanying the archangels as they descended to earth on their holiest of missions.

So if it was above then it was below. The realms that made up Hell were involved in one way or another. An awkward silence fell over the pair, as Constantine processed the information that had been freely given. 

“You and I both have a laundry list of enemies, scorned lovers and embittered friends and acquaintances spread across the globes. She knew the risks but jumped headfirst into our lives” Lucifer carefully explained to the man standing mere feet away from his position. 

“Hell is seeking retribution from us both, she is paying the heavy price. This ritual has been bastardized and twisted to fit its caster’s wishes. She became a means to an end.” He hated talking this bluntly about the one he loved. 

“Her soul has been stolen, separated from her physical body. Cast in the pit but which one is a difficult question to answer” He continued as his keen eyes skip from one rune to the next that had been oh so crudely painted upon the walls with a foul-smelling concoction. A thick and gloopy substance that is still malleable enough to paint with. It had long since streaked down the walls, damaging the light-coloured coats of paint that lay beneath. 

This was a hard pill to swallow for either the fallen angel or the damaged occultist but they would each bite the bullet. The more he listened, the more the cogs began to turn and churn, taking his mind back to a similar set of circumstances that had fallen at his feet.

Star City, Oliver Queen and the Case of Sara Lance after she had turned feral following her resurrection via the Lazarus Pit. A list of ingredients soon followed like ink from a quill, most if not all could be sourced from the shop downstairs.

“Wake, wake, little kitten,“ one of your captors purrs, rattling against the bars of your cell, smirking when you jump up from the soft mattress to look up at him, expectantly. “Tonight, is the night.”

“Why do you keep me here, locked away?” you grip the bars, looking up at the tall man who eyes you up and down. He smirks, as his large hands cover yours. “Please. I’m losing my mind within these walls. Let me out or keep me company, Sir.”

“You are the one for us. Our chosen breeder, the one to carry our heir,” the next man waltzes toward your prison, eyes glued to your parted lips. He can hear your breath hitch in your throat when his blue eyes turn crimson. “Sweet angel, you are going to become ours tonight.”

“Yours,” legs giving in your try to ignore the throb in your core. Something about these dangerous and deadly men has you on the edge since they beat your abusive boyfriend into a pulp – or rather ripped him apart. Literally.

You don’t know why they took you with them nor the reason for keeping you locked away. All you want is to belong to them, to feel their hands on your body but none of the four touched you so far.

At least not the way you wanted them to…

“Someone is eager,” the green-eyed devil smirks, eying you up and down. “I can smell her arousal from here. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“I—” you bite your tongue, not knowing if you are allowed to admit you want them to use your body and ruin you for any other man. “Yes.”

“She’s such a good girl for us,” the last man steps out of the darkness, the one you only call daddy. “Ain’t she a pretty little thing? Our doll will be so perfect for us tonight.”

“I will,” you eagerly turn around to stick your ass out, pressing it against the bars to let John shove your panties aside. “It doesn’t feel odd anymore, daddy,” you purr when John moves the diamond butt-plug he trained you to wear in and out of your tightest hole, making you gasp with every slow thrust.

“Fuck,” the man you call Sir curses, biting his fist at the sight of your gaping hole. “I want to be first in there.”

“No fighting over here holes,” the man in the trench coat you like to call Mr. Blue eyes tuts. “We agreed to share, so we will share.”

“We agreed to share, not to let you have your turn first,” green eyes grunts. “I wanna fuck her pussy first and no one can stop me.” 

“Get out of that dress and your underwear, show us what belongs to me,” John purrs. “Hurry, doll.”

“Yes daddy,” you turn around to slowly strip your clothes off, neatly folding the fabric, all the while holding John’s gaze. “What do you want me to do now?”

“Fuck me,” Sir grunts, grasping for your wrist to bring you closer to the bars, immediately groping your breasts. “I wanna go first.”

“No,” green eyes grunts. His beautiful eyes turn black and you feel a cold shiver run down your spine. For a moment you are afraid of him but the hunger in his eyes and his hand gently running over your side tells you, he will not hurt you. Never…

“Please don’t fight,” John smirks when you run your hands over his sons’ crotch. “We can all have fun. Right? I got three holes, green eyes.”

“Dean to you, sweetheart,” he switches back to green, giving you a hungry look. “I will fuck your pussy first, and your daddy, he’ll have your cute ass, the one he trained so well with his fingers and plugs.

“Daddy—” you gasp, remembering your special lessons with John. He carefully opened you up. First with his pinkie and later his index finger. Going slow to make sure he will not hurt you. “I loved our lessons.”

You hide, just like you promised, that he rubbed your clit to make you cum anytime he came to your cell to open you up, to put a new plug into your tightest hole.

“Daddy loved our lessons too,” John purrs, barely able to hold back the need to fill you. “I will fuck your cute ass so good and deep, fill you up.”

“Please,” impatiently tugging at Sir’s shirt you look up at him. “How do you want me?”

“Sam is going to fuck your throat, sweetheart. He always told us he wants your lips wrapped around his huge cock, making you choke,” you giggle, eyes dropping to Sam’s crotch. 

“You’re big, huh?” Sam likes you try to tease him, to make him lose control but he learned to control his temper, his needs. Lacking a soul has its advantage most of the time. “Will you choke me with your cock, Sir?”

“I will, and you’ll not get enough air to complain,” he threatens, fingers curling around the bars parting you from the hungry soulless man. “You’re lucky I don’t have your ass first, I’d ruin it.”

“Boys, and devil,” John purrs, pushing the key into the lock, making you gasp as he slowly unlocks the door to free you, “let’s fuck this delicious girl, make her ours, mark her with our cum, hands, and teeth. She will never be the same again after tonight…”

“Look at my son, darling. He’s waiting for you,” John guides you toward the large sofa. “Come on, get onto his cock, he looks so lonely.”

Mesmerized by Dean’s intense gaze you barely remember how to breathe. His eyes are pitch black as he runs his hand up and down his large cock. “C’mere, my sweetheart and get cock,” Dean gives you a wink, smirking devilishly when you stumble toward the couch to eagerly grasp for his cock.

“Fuck, look at her,” Sam groans as you wrapped your lips around Dean’s cock, slowly bobbing your head. “Kitten we want you to ride his dick, not suck him off. Your mouth is mine first.”

You whine, but let go of Dean’s cock with a plop, looking up at Dean, waiting for him to praise you. “Let her play for a moment. She will be wrecked after we are done with her.”

“Dean,” John grips your hips, helps his eldest to line his weeping cock up with your slicked sex. “Fuck her open, give her something to enjoy before I ruin her ass.”

“Yes,” wrapping your arms around Dean’s neck you let him guide you up and down his length, moaning anytime he slams you down onto his cock, snickering like a mad man. “Fuck, daddy, he’s so thick.”

“Did she just complain?” the man in the trench coat whose name you still do not know grunts. “Be thankful we fill you with our cocks to make you our whore.”

“Please don’t be mad, Mr. blue eyes,” you whine, grasping for his hand to guide it to your clit. “Feel how wet I’m for you.”

“I’ll have your ass next, sugar,” he says, watching you bounce on Dean’s cock. “Go slower, she will cum if you don’t stop. Let John have her ass first before she gets her first orgasm.”

“Aw,” pouting you glance at the man in the trench coat, watch his blue eyes turn red. “I like your eyes. You look like the devil.”

“Sweet little creature,” the devil smirks. “I think you can call me Castiel from now on. You did so well for us so far.”

“Can I call you Cas, my beautiful devil?” purring the words you tighten the hold on his hand, guide it faster up and down your clit whilst Dean starts to fuck up into you.

“You can call me devil, sugar,” he pecks your neck, smirking darkly against your skin. “Now lie on Dean’s chest and relax your ass. We will have our fill now.”

John pushes you onto Dean’s chest, tells his eldest to keep you from wiggling. “Relax or this will hurt. Daddy is going to take that cute plug out of your hole now to have it.”

“Okay,” you bury your face in Dean’s neck, licking his skin. “Daddy, you should hurry. Dean’s cock twitches so good inside of my tight little pussy. I want to feel you stretch me out too. And I can’t wait to taste Sam’s cock.”

“Do not forget my cock in your ass,” Castiel’s voice booms, making the walls shake. “I will fuck a load into your tightest hole.”

“I’m first,” John growls, not afraid of the devil. “I won our little bet, now her ass is mine. Besides, I trained her well. Look at this.” He removes the butt-plug, groaning as your hole gapes. “Fuck, it’s perfect.”

“Daddy, please. I need your cocks,” nibbling along Dean’s neck you huff. John needs too long to give you his cock. He prefers to insert a lubed finger first to prop your entrance. “More, give me more.” 

“Fine,” his fingers are gone, and you feel something bigger poke your entrance. John stands with one leg between Dean’s spread legs while he dips one of his knees into the sofa. “Have my cock then, little slut. My doll needs it the hard way.”

“Shit,” Sam curses as his father slowly shoves his cock into your gaping hole. “Fuck, is she tight and warm there too?”

“I can tell, she just got tighter,” Dean complains. “I could shoot my load into her right fucking now. Move or I swear I’ll explode inside her.”

“You will hold it, son,” John grunts, giving you a deep thrust, making you yelp. “Yeah, you will fuck that little whore with me and make her cum on our cocks. Sam, get ready. I will tell you when you can shove your cock down her throat. I want to hear her screams first.”

“Please—ah, so full…so good,” resting onto Dean’s chest, you take both men’s punishing thrusts. They start to work their cocks into your holes, ignoring you scream and moan while drooling onto Dean’s skin. “More…please.”

“She’s a good whore,” Castiel muses, watching you get filled by both Winchesters. “Sam I think we should stuff her mouth before it’s my turn. I want her to choke on your cum.”

“Yes, my Lord,” Sam purrs, hand grasping for your hair, fisting it harshly to force you to look up at him. “Sir, hold her by her waist, Dean, play with her tits while I fuck her throat.”

“Who died and made you boss?” Dean grunts, thrusting up into your abused cunt, enjoying you clench tightly around his cock. “Fuck her throat or leave it.”

“Oh I will fuck her throat,” Sam kneels on the couch next to his brother. He tightens his hold on your hair to guide you toward his cock. “Open up, kitten. It’s waiting for you to suck. Be good.”

“So big,” you lick over the wide head, try anything to make Sam proud but focusing on Sam’s cock is a hard task with two cocks abusing your other holes. “Fuck, I wanna eat it.”

“Sweet little angel,” Castiel rounds the room to watch you open your mouth for Sam. “Take him down your throat, I wanna see all of your holes filled with cock.”

“Do it,” John barks, giving you a hard thrust, making you yelp around Sam’s cock. “Deeper, do it right or don’t do it at all.”

“Good girl,” the soulless man purrs, eagerly forcing his cock down your throat, groaning when the tip hits the back of your throat. “Fuck, she takes all of me like a pro. We chose well.”

“I chose well,” the devil tuts, ignoring his cock throbs in need. He wants to watch his masterpiece first before he takes his turn. “Now fuck our little pet, make her cum and fill her with your seed.”

“We are on it,” grunting underneath you Dean watches you swallow his brother’s cock. He groans, cock twitching violently. “Fuck, this is like real-life porn.”

“Shit, that’s it,” whilst Sam guides you up and down his cock his father and brother begin to move in sync. “Yeah, good girl.” 

You hollow your cheeks and try to relax your throat. Sam is the one in charge, so he decides when you breathe or how you take his cock. “Fuck, she squeezes me so tightly, I can barely move.”

“Shut up, Dean. Hold back, and make her cum while I fuck her ass,” John hammers into you, groans with every deep thrust. “She’s so good for us, so tight. I don’t want to stop fucking her.”

“I—I,” Sam watches you swallow his cock with every snap of his hips. He smirks darkly, knowing you can barely breathe by now. “I’m gonna cum down your throat and you’ll swallow every droplet.”

Blinking you try to tell Sam you want to be good for him but with his father and brother ramming into you and his dick in your mouth you can barely think straight. “She’s about to cum,” the devil observes, nodding to himself. “Now, cum in her mouth, and you, fill her ass. I want you to cum now.”

“OH—fuck,” John moans your name, along with profanities feeling his orgasm approach. “Take my cum in your tight little ass.” He shoots his load into you right when you come around his eldest son’s cock. “Good girl.”

“Sam?” Castiel growls, watching Sam slip out of your mouth to stroke his cock. “What?”

“Open, slut,” he runs his hand up and down his cock, smirking when his load ends up on your tongue, face, and chest. “Now she looks perfect.”

“Can I,” whilst John slips out of your gaping hole, his son still fights his orgasm, “cum now? Please.”

“Not yet,” you feel a new pair of hands spread your cheeks to watch John’s cum run out of your arsehole. “It’s my turn, and you will take her again with me, Dean.”

“Shit, I cannot,” Dean grunts but holds back once again. “I will fill her so well, there will be no space left for your cum.”

“Please, more. I wanna be full again,” throat hoarse from Sam’s rough treatment you look at Dean. He snickers, watching droplets of Sam’s cum end up on his chest. “Please.”

“Have my cock now,” Castiel fills you in one go, causing a burning sensation to run through your whole body. “Aw, does it hurt? That’s my power, slut. You will take it, take me and every unforgiving thrust.”

All you can do is whimper and take it.

Dean is determined to make you cum again but the devil using your tightest hole wants to destroy you and turn you into his favorite pet. He slams his hips into your ass, using so much force you need to hold tight onto Dean’s shoulder.

“Fuck, she just came again. Keep on going,” he grunts, watching you bounce on his cock with every powerful thrust the devil forces on your body. “Harder. Fuck her harder.”

“Shut up,” Castiel’s voice echos through the room. The walls shake, and you quake around Dean, hoping he will fill you soon. “That’s a good pet. My sweet sugar.”

“Fuck,” jolting up on the couch Dean cages you between his body and Castiel. He grips the devils’ ass, smirking as Castiel’s eyes turn bright red. “her like a man, devil.”

“Shut—” your pussy clamps down hard onto Dean’s cock, forces the demon to finally let go at the same time as Castiel fills you with hot ropes of cum. “Good girl.”

“So good,” falling backward, taking you with him Dean smiles dopily. “We chose well, guys. I could fuck her all night long.”

“Oh, we are not done yet, Dean. We need to get her full of our heir tonight. You did your part but we all need to breed her too…”

“What? I—” Castiel slips out of your ass, admiring your wrecked state. “I can’t cum again…”

“No one asked you to do so. But,” the devil leans over your spend body, “we will fuck you and the orgasms will be your payment…”

“Breeding what?” wrists and ankles restrained to a strange table you watch Castiel lean over your body to bite one nipple. “I—ow.”

“You see, I made this special table,” he tickles your skin with his fingertips, leaving a burning sensation on your skin. “It’s a bondage breeding table. Easy access to your sweet cunt and, you are helpless, just like I love me a pet.”

“Breeding table,” gasping you watch Castiel round the table to step between your spread legs. He takes his time, moves his hands over your legs to tease your skin. “Please…”

“Please what, sugar?” he husks lowly. “Tell me what you need, pet.”

“I need you.”

“I know you need all of us,” smirking Castiel looks at your dripping pussy. “And we all will have another turn with your sweet cunt. You see, I only had you from behind but now,” he grips your hips hard to drive right into you, “I want you to watch me fuck my heir into you…”

“You will watch all of us,” John corrects, stepping closer to the breeding table to watch the devil rock his hips, making your belly bulge. “He feels good, huh?” hungrily looking down at you the Winchesters crowd the table to wait for their turn.

“So—good,” whimpering you feel the coil wind up fast. You don’t know if you can orgasm again but you are willing to try. “He’s so thick.”

“Sweet pet,” the devil grunts, thrusting hard, “you take me so well in your cunt. Your ass was good, but this is velvet heaven and I can already feel Dean’s seed grow.” Castiel speeds up, rams into you without restraint. All he has in mind is to fill you, to breed you. “That’s it, have my heir too.”

“OH—God,” Castiel sneers at your outburst but will let it slip this time. He focuses on your cunt milking him dry instead of your praises for his father. 

“Devil, but you are forgiven,” he pumps away, wanting every droplet to find its way to your womb. “So good for me.”

“Get off her.”

Like in limbo you float from one orgasm to another. 

You can’t tell if it’s Dean or Sam taking you next or if they switched places with John. You only feel one cock slip out only to get filled again.

Pleasure rules your life. Your body is nothing but a toy to them, but you don’t have it in you to care. All you want is to get filled and ride on the wave of pleasure for as long as you can.

“Next,” a voice whispers in your ear, followed by another cock slipping out to get replaced immediately. “Doing so well, just one last time for our daddy. Huh?” it’s Sam this time, telling you his father will be last.

“How many—” you croak, barely awake now. Body spent, limp on the breeding table you fight to keep your eyes open while your cunt greedily takes every thrust. It’s a slow push and pull, push, and pull. 

“So many rounds, sweetheart,” Dean runs his hands over your belly up to your breasts to toy with your nipples. “We are all so proud of you. No mortal woman could’ve taken us so well, but you did. Look at our father fucking you.”

“Daddy,” eyes yellow now John smirks at you. “Please, harder. I wanna feel you for days…”

“Well, if you insist, princess,” nodding eagerly, you watch John move faster. “Hold tight, this will ruin you once for all…”

“Please,” you jolt up on your bed, finding your panties soaked when you move one hand between your legs. “Not again.”

For months you always have the same dream. A dream about the darker versions of your friends, the family who took you in years ago.

“Fuck, I need to buy a need vibrator or—” a plan forms in your mind. Months ago, you asked the Winchesters and Castiel to become more than your friends, but they turned you down. “I’ll risk it all tonight.”

“Sweetheart?” Dean drops the fork in his hand, pie long forgotten when you walk into the library, wearing nothing but white lace panties and a smirk. “Uh—did you forget to get dressed?”

You lazily stretch your body, moaning on purpose. “What? You said I’m like a sister to you, Dean,” you purr, batting your eyelashes. “A brother doesn’t care if I run around in nothing but my panties. It’s laundry day…”

“Laundry day, right,” Sam fidgets with his fork, tries to turn his attention back toward his food but your tits are on full display, and he wonders how it feels to wrap his lips around your nipples.

“Doll, get dressed,” fighting the urge to drop his eyes to your crotch when you sit on one of the chairs at the library to prop your feet onto the table, John pokes your upper arm.

“Why? I’m like a daughter to you, John. Uh—maybe I could call you daddy,” humming to yourself you let your eyes wander toward Castiel who, to your surprise, smirks darkly. “Anything to say Cas?”

“So you finally broke, sugar,” Castiel shrugs his trench coat off his shoulders, dropping it carelessly to the ground. “I waited for months, sent you all those dreams only for you to resist.”

“Dreams,” Dean cocks his head. “Wait, what are you doing, Cas?” the angel loosens his tie, still that smirk on his lips. “Castiel?”

“She’s ours, and I’m done waiting for you to make a move. What did you say to me years ago, Dean? Eat your pie while you have the chance,” grasping for your wrists Castiel forces you back on your feet, twirls you around only to bend you over the table, looping his tie around your wrists to restrain them behind your back. “I will eat my pie right now. You can have a turn too if you are not too chicken.”

“A turn,” John runs his hand over his crotch. “We can’t just,” Castiel’s pants hit the floor, revealing his throbbing length. “Fuck.”

“Later,” your panties end up in Dean’s face and to your delight, Castiel slides into you, making you gasp when he splits you open. “Now I’m going to make her mine. You can have sloppy seconds this time…”

“This time,” Sam wonders aloud. “What do you mean, Cas?”

“Oh, the dreams weren’t dreams,” the angel begins to move. “A nice fantasy here and there yes,” he thrusts hard, making you yelp, “but it was us using her to our pleasure, marking her body and soul. She likes the bad version of us, so I gave it to her to break her resolve to find someone else.”

“We fucked her before?” voice a little too high Dean watches you take his friend’s cock like a champ. “Fuck, she’s loud and so wet for us.” 

Whilst the slick sound of your pussy sucking Castiel’s length in fills the room, the Winchesters unzip their pants.

“Don’t take too long, Cas. We all want our turn. This is going to be an interesting night, to say the least…” John smirks darkly, already planning to keep you spread wide forever...