“I’m Sam. What’s your name?” He shakes Sam’s hand.

“I’m Castiel.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Castiel.” He smiles and closes his eyes for a moment. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if he was gone.”

“Hopefully you weren’t too worried- I mean, maybe you thought your wife had just…come and got him?” Sam’s smile turns sad and he looks away.

“There’s no…wife. Not anymore, that is.”

“Oh. Divorce?”

“Widowed, actually.” Sam shakes his head, a small, bitter smile on his face. “It doesn’t seem too fair- but, hey. I still got Johnny.” He smiles, turning his gaze to his son. Castiel smiles lightly.

“I’m a single parent too.” Castiel tilts his head, staring up at the sky.

“Oh. Divorce…or?” Castiel laughs slightly and shrugs. Sam frowns. “Are you widowed too…or?” Castiel shakes his head.

“No, no. It was a divorce.”

“Oh- I’m sorry, man.” Castiel turns his gaze to Sam, his bright blue eyes searching his face as his lips quirk up in a visibly uncomfortable smile.

“I- don’t feel…bad, it was my choice.” He shifts uncomfortably.

“Oh. And…you got custody? Did she not want her?” Castiel swallows thickly.

“No, we have joint custody.” He looks over at Sam. “She actually didn’t want to get divorced.” He looks down at his hands. “I just…”

“You didn’t love her anymore?” Sam fills in, “was it someone else? Where is she?” He doesn’t see Castiel visibly stiffen, his head dropping lower as he tugs at the end of his blue sweater’s sleeve.

“No, actually. It wasn’t another…it wasn’t like that. I just…I didn’t love her anymore- there was no one else.” Sam frowns, turning to look at Castiel.

“Oh.” Castiel shifts again.

“Uh- again, I’m sorry for…worrying you. I truly thought it had been worked out with you- I didn’t know if you maybe knew Meg, or…” Sam frowns.

“Meg?”

“Uh- my, uh, ex-wife. I didn’t know if this was something you’d arranged earlier with her- so I just went with it. I don’t want Maria knowing I’m out of the loop with her mother.”

“The two of you aren’t on good terms yet?’ Sam asks, returning his gaze to watching his son play.

“You could say that, I guess. I hurt her- she hurt me…it was…a confusing time.” Sam nods, his jaw clenching.

“Yeah. I get it.”

“I doubt that,” Castiel comments, turning his gaze back to his daughter.

“Excuse me?”

“I- I just mean…I don’t think you, uh, understand what it was.”

“You didn’t love her anymore,” Sam replies. “What’s there to get? You both got hurt, it happens a lot.”

“No.” Sam turns his gaze to one of the other mom’s who was hanging around near the bench, his eyebrows furrowing.

“Excuse me?”

“It doesn’t happen a lot,” she turns her burning gaze to Castiel, and he hangs his head, his face burning in shame under her scrutinizing gaze.

“Did he cheat on her or something?” Sam asks, still confused.

“I think that would’ve been easier on her. No- he went to the other side.” The women raises her eyebrows, attempting to clue in Sam without outright telling him. Castiel swallows again, placing his hand on his neck.

“I didn’t…I didn’t switch,” he mutters, keeping his voice low. “I just…realized.” It takes a few more moments for the women to sigh, and lean into Sam.

“He’s gay, honey.” She murmurs, standing up and turning around, calling for her child and smiling. “Goodbye, Castiel.” She waves, and Castiel waves back.

“Bye,” he clears his throat, glancing over at Sam. “Uh, yeah.” Sam stares at him for a while before smiling and shrugging.

“Okay. I’m glad you didn’t force yourself to stay in that relationship,” he replies. Castiel smiles, a sigh of relief falling past his lips.

“So am I,” he mutters.

“Yeah. Also- I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable or, weird about me knowing.” Sam looks away. “You don’t need to worry, I guess is what I’m saying. I…it’s normal, Castiel.”

“Thank you, Sam.”

“No problem.” Castiel clears his throat slightly.

“Have you ever…?” Sam raises his eyebrows.

“What?”

“Questioned yourself.” Sam shakes his head.

“No. I know who I like,” Castiel’s head dips slightly.

“Oh- okay, I see.” Sam’s lips curl up in a grin, and his eyebrows raise as he turns his gaze to the sky.

“You know,” he begins, getting Castiel’s attention, “I never said who I like.” Castiel sits up a little straighter.

“Oh?” Sam nods and smiles.

“Yeah. I just like people for who they are, mostly.” Sam sighs, and stands up, brushing off his jeans. “Anyways,” he pulls out his phone and hands it to Castiel.

“U-uh, what?”

“You have a phone, right?” Castiel nods.

“Yes, I-”

“Let me see it,” he fumbles to pull his phone out of his pocket and stands up, handing Sam his phone and taking Sam’s. “I, uh- put my number…in?” Sam nods, typing into Castiel’s phone.

“Yeah. I think we should talk sometime. Our kids get along- maybe they could play together sometime, and we could have some coffee?” Castiel blushes, and smiles.

“Yes- that would be…that would be fun.” Sam smiles, glancing at the ground.

“Well, I’m looking forward to it. Maybe this Friday?” Castiel nods and Sam calls Johnathan over.

“Yes, Sam- that would work.”

“Okay, great.” He grins, tilting his head as he motions for Johnny to come over. “Oh, and Castiel?” Castiel raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah?”

“Shy suits you,” Sam smiles and turns to Johnny as he walks over. “Hey, buddy.” He lifts his kid up and smiles at Castiel. “We’ll see you and Maria Friday then?” Castiel nods.

“Yeah- yes, Friday.”

“Okay, sounds good. I’ll text you later for more details,” Sam smiles, his gaze lingering with Castiel’s for a few seconds, only breaking when Maria calls for her father, and Castiel turns around, his expression turning soft as he crouches down, enveloping his daughter in his arms and talking softly to her. Sam smiles, and turns.

“Talk to you later, Cas.” He says, setting Johnathan down and grabbing his hand, heading over to their car.

“Talk to you then!” Castiel calls out, quickly sparing a glance over his shoulder at Sam. Sam turns, meeting Castiel’s gaze once more, and his heart lifts slightly as a deep blush creeps over Castiel’s cheeks.

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He looked up at the ceiling again, thinking it through for a moment. “If Sammy’s okay with it.” He told you. He figured his brother would say no. Sam was more possessive, a little more dominating. He didn’t think Sam would share what was his. But at least this way, he wasn’t the one disappointing you.

You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. “If you change your mind at any time, Dean, you tell me. Promise?”

He nodded. “Promise.”

Sam was in the kitchen cooking breakfast as usual. Always the first one out of bed. You watched him for a bit, moving around in sweats and a v-neck. He looked too good first thing in the morning. “Morning.”

His voice snapped you out of it. “Morning, Sammy.”

He glanced back at you with a smile. “Hungry?”

You nodded. “But first, I uhm… I need to ask you something… It’s..” you sighed. You hadn’t thought this far ahead, hadn’t thought of how you would ask him if this was okay. “It’s weird..”

He turned with a smile, leaning back on the counter space and crossing his ankles. “You know you can talk to me about anything.” You nodded shyly. “Out with it, or I’ll drag it out of you.” He grinned and wiggled his fingers at you, the threat of a tickle obvious.

You took a deep breath. “Dean and I… we like to try a lot of new things..”

“Mkay..” Sam’s eyebrows raised for a moment. “Not the conversation I was expecting..”

“This is stupid. Forget it.” You started to turn away.

“Hey..” He reached over, gently taking your hand in his. “Just tell me.”

You licked your lips, looking down at your hands, his fingers against yours. “I’ve always been pretty attracted to you, and Dean, well..Cas.” you shrugged. “We were kinda wondering.. Well.. mostly me, but Dean agreed… Maybe a switch, for a night?” You built up enough nerve to look up at him, terrified this would ruin everything.

He froze for a moment. “Dean’s okay with that?”

You nodded. “He said if you were. He knows you’re kind of possessive, Dean and I, we’ve had threesomes before, but never this.. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” You turned and started to walk away, your fingers slipping from his.

“I’ll ask Cas.” You turned back, surprised. “I’ll talk it out with him. I’m not stupid, I know he use to have a thing for Dean.” Sam sighed. “And I wouldn’t mind a go at you, if you think you can handle it.” He teasingly grinned. “No promises though.”

“Thanks, Sammy.”

During dinner, you all sat and talked it out.  Any concerns, boundaries, fears, rules… you left nothing unsaid. No promises, not attachments, if anyone said stop, you all stopped. No complaints.

When dinner was over, everyone was still a bit awkward, so you got up from the table while Sam and Dean cleared it, and got drinks. Whiskey all around, as much as you could find.

Figuring it was best to drink in the room you would be using, you all decided to use the room Sam and Cas shared, since Sam always had the bigger bed. So here you were, Sitting cross legged in the middle of Sam’s bed with Sam to your left, leaning against the headboard, drink in hand.  Dean was to your right, trying to tell Cas a joke, making you all laugh.

Eventually you stretched out your legs, letting them cross Sam’s. He didn’t seem to notice, eyes on Cas with a soft smile on his face. It took a lot, but Cas was looking buzzed, and Sam loved it. He lifted his own glass to his lips, and shifted his eyes to you. You cheeks were flush, your smile big and happy. He let his fingers brush against your thigh, thankful for the warm weather that had you in cut off shorts. When you turned and looked at him, he bit his bottom lip and gave you a smile that made your cheeks go redder.

“I think Sam is ready to begin.” Cas said it so matter of fact, that Dean turned to see how his brother was looking at you. He swallowed hard, for a moment unease crept up. But when he felt lips on his cheek, he turned to Cas. “Shall we begin too? I am unsure the proper etiquette to begin… is this okay?”

Dean smiled, and nodded. “This is fine, Cas.”

Their lips met as Sam pulled you closer. “You sure you want this?” Sam asked, glanced back at Cas and Dean. You glanced over, watching their mouths move together. “I don’t want you to regret anything, or for things to get weird..”

“I want this.” you looked up at him. “Are you sure?” He answered you by pulling you in for a kiss. It was so different from Dean’s, Sam put more force behind it. His tongue parted your lips and took over instantly, making you moan. You knew if you had been standing, your knees would have given out under you.

“Very.” He mumbled against your lips.

While Cas and Dean took turns sucking each other off, Sam was completely focused on you. You pulled his hair, thighs tightened around his head as your hips rolled against him. “Sam! Oh shit!!” You whined, cumming on his tongue and fingers as they pumped in and out. Your second orgasm of the night. “Please! Oh fuck you need to stop!” You cried out, on the verge of a third right off the bat.

He chuckled, and wiped off his face onto your thigh before giving it a bite that made you yelp. He was careful not to leave a bite mark, that had been one of Dean’s rules. Bruises were okay, he knew Sam liked to be rough, but no other marks were allowed.

“Your turn.” You started to sit up, but Sam pushed you back down.

He hummed a no, and shook his head as he moved over you. “Nope. I get enough of my cock in a mouth.” He kissed at your neck. “But I haven’t felt the warmth of a wet cunt in far too long.” He groaned in your ear, grinding against you. Your head went back with a moan, and Sam chuckled. “Fuck, it’s been so long..”

“Then fuck me already.”

You felt Sam’s head turn, likely glancing to Dean to be sure. When you opened your eyes, Dean was over Cas, looking down at you. “I love you, baby.”

You gave him a reassuring smile. “I love you more than anything, Dean.” You reached over, and pulled him down into a loving kiss. “I always will.” He smiled as he pecked your lips before pulling back, giving Sam a nod.

Then Sam looked to Cas. “Fuck her good.” Cas encouraged. Sam grinned, and lined himself up. “Did I say that right?” Cas asked Dean.

Dean couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah, you said that right.”

“Good. You fuck me good too, okay?”

Dean laughed harder. “Yeah, Cas. I’ll fuck you good.”

You gasped as Sam bottomed out. “Oh shit..”

“Fuck, that feels good..” Sam groaned, his forehead going to your shoulder. He held himself deep for a moment, just relishing the feeling.

“Lube?” Dean wasn’t really asking either of them in particular, but Sam shifted as he reached for the nightstand to your right. His hair tickled your face as he opened the drawer, and pulled some out. “Thanks, Sammy.”

Shaking Sam’s hair out of your eyes, which made him chuckle, you looked over at Dean and watched him lube up. He used long, slow strokes, just enjoying himself as he watched Cas’s cock harden again. “Jesus..” You breathed out.

Sam chuckled. “I said that too, the first time.” He glanced over at Cas’s now fully hard cock. “He didn’t get why.” You smiled at that. It sounded about right. “ ‘Jesus was a man people told stories about, Sam. I am an angel of the lord’.” Sam rolled his eyes. “I think he gets it now, though.”

“I believe it is because I am well endowed, yes?”

“Yes.” The three of you answered at the same time.

He grinned, but turned his attention back to Dean when he felt Dean’s hot and swollen head against his ass. “I feel like I will be the one saying ‘Jesus’ tonight.” He smiled up at Dean.

“Oh, Sammy not doing it for ya?” Dean teased, sliding in.

“Oh, no.” Cas shook his head. “Sam taught me why people scream for God.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Oh snap.” Dean laughed. “Guess I got my work cut out for me.” He bottomed out with a groan.

“Sammy?”

“Hmm?” He looked back down.

“Move.” He smiled again, dimples and all. You leaned up enough to lick one, and he groaned, pulled back, and slammed forward making you cry out. “OH GOD!”

Cas laughed at that, but it was cut short, and quickly turned into a moan as Dean started to fuck in and out of him. “Focus, Cas.” Dean pressed his lips against Cas’s.

Sam was relentless in his pace. Your nails digging into his back and arms. You could just feel his teeth scraping your skin, but never sinking in to leave a mark, and it was driving you crazy. One hand held him up, the other held your waist firm in it’s grip simultaneously pushing you into the mattress, and pulling you against him as he fucked into you with all he had.

“S-Sam..” You could barely speak, your throat going dry from your mouth hanging open and panting. “Oh fuck..”

You reached down, taking his hand off your hip, which confused him for a second. He studied your face, his pace faltering as he tried to figure out if maybe he had gone too hard, trying to read if he had hurt you.

When you laced your fingers with his, you glanced at Dean, worried. This was something you shared, and you were scared maybe he wouldn’t want you doing it with his brother. That maybe, like markings, it would be too intimate for him. You had forgotten to ask before starting.

“She has a hand kink.” Dean told Sam when Sam glanced at him too.

“Oh..” Sam looked back down at you, your hand that held his now resting next to your head. By this point, he had stopped.

“I like to hold hands…” You bit your lip awkwardly. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah.. Yeah it’s okay.” This wasn’t something he had done before. Not while fucking. But the way you smiled up at him, had him more than willing to try. He realized he’d do just about anything for that smile.

This time, he went with it. He moved with the natural flow of the moment. Holding your hand, feeling your fingers between his, it was much more intimate. So that’s how he moved, with an intimacy he hadn’t felt in a long time. Sure, him and Cas had made love here and there, but this was an extra connection. He hadn’t felt one like this since Jess.

You felt fingers brush your free hand, and glanced down. Cas curled his fingers around yours and smiled. “I too like to hold hands. But I’ve never done it like this. I like this.”

You leaned over and let your lips brush his as Dean laced his fingers with Cas’s free hand. You were now all connected, and it was the most intimate thing you had ever experienced.

When you parted, Dean leaned down for a kiss that you smiled into. “Thank you, Dean.”

“Anything for you, baby.”

You all lay in the bed afterwards. You still had Sam’s fingers laced with yours. You were between him and Dean, and your head on Sam’s arm so you could hold his hand, while your other went across Dean to hold Cas’s, who was cuddled to Dean’s other side.

Both you and Cas were sound asleep. Cas didn’t really need it, but he was more than happy to fall asleep in the tangle of limbs, sweat and cum that everyone was too tired to clean up just yet.

“Hey, Dean?”

“Hmm?” He looked over at his brother.

“I know we said no promises, and that this was a one time thing.. But.. could we maybe do this again? ”

Dean sighed, and looked down at your sleeping face, still flush and pink with an after sex glow. “I’ll think about it.”

Sam nodded. “Dean?”

“Hmm?” He hummed again, looking back up to meet his brothers eyes.

“Thanks for this.”

“I knew you’d want her. And she wanted you. I’d do anything for you two.”

“And you had fun?”

Dean smiled. “And I had fun.”

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