#spn poly

“We’re never going camping again, I don’t care what he offers to do in bed,” said Danneel in your ear. You laughed, covering your mouth when Jensen spun his head around from where he walked in front of you. “Jensen. Haven’t we gone far enough? That patch of dirt looks perfect.”

“Guys, I have the perfect spot all mapped out. You’re gonna love it, I promise,” he said. He gave you a wink and you smiled, Jensen whistling to himself as he fixed his baseball cap on his head. You knew where you were going. Jensen let you in on part of the surprise for a few reasons. To help convince Danneel to go roughing it for one, to pack some things for her when she found out where you were really going, and for your own comfort level.

He knew the last time you went camping you’d been left alone in the middle of the woods for a whole night by your less than stellar ex and were pretty upset by the whole incident.

“You okay?” asked Danneel quietly. She gave your hand a squeeze and you nodded. “We know I’m the chickenshit out of the three of us but nothing bad’s gonna happen out here. I promise.”

“I know. I’m just walking and admiring the view of that man’s ass,” you said. She hummed in agreement and you both watched him sway his hips for a moment.

“Down ladies. You can get a piece of this later,” he said. He slowed down for a moment before he stopped and spun around. “Alright. You guys take the lead since I’m not seeing anything.”

“Here is fine,” said Danneel.

“Come on, De. It’s rocky and there’s a bunch of sticks. Maybe there’s something more level up past those trees,” you said. She shrugged and you walked together ahead of Jensen, smiling as you rounded the corner of the big bushy thing.

She stopped dead in her tracks, turning around with a huge grin.

“You got a little cottage!” she squealed.

“Cabin but yeah. We have the great outdoors outside and hot water and electricity inside. Figured you’d like that,” he said.

“I love it! Were you in on this?” she asked as she started to walk towards it.

“A bit. Jensen talked to me about it all a few months back to make sure I was okay with the idea of camping again. This I’m more than okay with,” you said. “It even has...what did you call it?”

“An Alaskan King size bed. I have a feeling you guys are gonna want one after the next few days,” he said.

“Duh,” you and Danneel said. You both followed Jensen inside, the cabin already stocked and you all explored it for a little bit, your ears preening as you heard thunder in the distance.

“Supposed to go right on by,” he said when you were staring outside. “So. Little bit of a hike down to the lake, we come back, have dinner, a little campfire and then you two have your way with me?”

“That sounds perfect, Jay,” said Danneel, her eyes wide when she saw the bed. “It’s huge. We’re getting it.”

“I figured as much,” laughed Jensen. You grabbed his hand and he cocked his head. “What’re you up to?”

“Well, you did give us this very romantic vacation. I think maybe we can squeeze in a little activity before we go down the lake, hm?” you said, sliding your hand down to his shorts and resting your hand on his belt. You gave him a small tug and he stepped forward, chest hitting yours with a pant. “What do you say?”

“Lucky me.”

“Hey,” said Jensen late that night. He padded out to the family room area in his boxer briefs, smiling as he ruffled his hair.

“Hey,” you said, watching the rain hit the windows as you wore one of his t shirts from the window seat. He took a seat across from you, nudging your foot.

“S’not like you to be up and about after sex like that,” he chuckled. “Even if De snores.”

“You both snore,” you said with a smile.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah. I fell asleep with you guys, woke up from the storm. Felt kinda scared so I decided to get up, make some tea.”

“If being here bothers you-”

“It doesn’t. The fact you even asked me about what I was comfortable with was amazing in itself. I just didn’t want to be the drag on our fun vacation, you know?”

“Scoot,” he said. He opened up his lap and arms and you moved over to him, Jensen spinning you around so you lay back against him. He put his arms around you, nuzzling your head. “If being here doesn’t scare you, what did?”

“I guess...I don’t want to be abandoned again. Not physically. I mean, I guess physically, but...you know what I mean,” you said.

“What’d I say to you back then? When you were soaked and freezing and you wandered into my brother and mine’s campsite,” he said.

“It’s okay,” you said. 

“It is okay,” he said. “I stop the bad stuff and you give me cuddles.”

“Did you feel sorry for me? Back then?” you asked. 

“Maybe a split second when you walked into camp and you looked scared. Once you warmed up to us and you were sat by the fire all I was thinking was what dumbass of a boyfriend would walk out on you?” he asked. “Then we became friends and I invited you over for lunch with De and I and she was as smitten as I was at first sight. It took us nearly two years to work up the guts to say anything to one another and to you but we got there eventually.”

“Just checking,” you said. You rested your hands on his arms, closing your eyes while the rain pelted the window. “Let’s go back to bed. It’s cold out here.”

“After you, honey.”

“Mmm,” you hummed, chowing down on your spinach and tomato omelette the next morning. “Really good, De.”

“Thanks. As soon as I saw the mexican hot sauce in the pantry I knew we had to have some,” she said. You shoveled down your last mouthful and took a sip from your glass only to have Jensen appear from down the hall and cover your eyes with his hands.

“Good morning, silly,” you laughed.

“Morning. Come on, up,” he said. You cocked your head and he chuckled. “Oh, you think you were the only one getting let in on surprises this weekend?”

“You mean the box shoved in your socks?” you asked. You smiled as he tensed up. “That was a joke but okay, it seems like I’m headed in the right direction.”

He pulled his hands away and reached into his pocket, Danneel giving you a soft smile.

“We were wondering…” he said, a small black box appearing in his hand.

“Would you be ours?” asked Dean.

“Yes,” you said, Jensen opening the box. “I was being kind of stupid last night being worried, wasn’t I.”

“Oh, incredibly,” said Jensen, sliding the ring on your finger. “But there was no point in spoiling the surprise.”

Danneel gave you a big hug, Jensen smushing you on your other side.

“I love you guys,” you said.

“We love you too and now you’re ours for good.”

“I’m not…” Dean started to argue, before he let out a laugh, leaning over to press a sweet kiss to his angel’s lips, taking Cas completely by surprise. “I’m not trying to have sex with you,” Dean explained softly as he pushed the coat down over Cas’ shoulder. “I just want us both to look as hot as we can for Y/N/N when she arrives.”

“Oh…” Cas blushed a little, under Dean’s soft affectionate gaze, “Am I hot now, Dean?” Cas wondered, making Dean’s smile widen.

“You’re always hot, Cas,” Dean winked causing Cas to flush an even darker shade of red and Dean to chuckle. “Just unbutton those a little,” Dean grinned, getting out of the car, leaving Cas to follow his order, before offering the angel his hand as he reached Cas’ side of the car.

The Angel willingly followed his hunter into the cabin, where Dean lit the fireplace and Cas found wine glasses. He found plates for the pizza they had brought and Dean disappeared into the kitchen to reheat, just as your car pulled up outside.

Cas guilty conscious came rushing back as he saw you running towards the cabin with a terrified look on your face. This time Dean’s calming hand on his back did little to help when the door busted open and you rushed inside. The terror on your face was quickly replaced with absolute confusion when you saw your two husbands standing in front of you smiling. Granted one looked a little more nervous than the other but neither of them were hurt.

“What the fuck is this?” you looked from one to the other and Cas quickly started apologizing.

“We didn’t mean to scare you Y/N. Dean wanted to surprise you with…” Cas started and Dean stepped forward. You instantly turned to face Dean and your hand flew to whack him across the back of the head.

“Ouch, what the hell…” Dean looked slightly offended, but as soon as his eyes met your harsh gaze he bowed his head. “Sorry Y/N/N.”

“Dean Winchester, I love you but next time you lie that our husband hurt or dead to get me somewhere you will be sleeping on the couch alone for a month,” you scolded not really all mad anymore, but more amused with his wet puppy dog look.

“I’m sorry,” Dean apologized again, taking your hand guiding you towards the couch and Cas nervously trailed after you.

“With a romantic weekend. Cuddling in front of the fireplace tonight. Tomorrow we can go looking for a Christmas presents or anything else you want,” Dean spoke softly as he guided you to sit between him and Cas on the couch. Their closeness and warmth instantly made you relax and you couldn’t help but smile. No matter how stupidly they had went about getting you here a Christmas getaway with your favorite man and angel was just what you needed. You sighed leaning back against Cas, resting your feet in Dean’s lap, sending him a mischievous smile.

“Forgiveness for a foot massage,” you prompted wiggling your feet, making both Dean and Cas laugh, leaning in to kiss a cheek each.

Yeah you had definitely needed a weekend of loving and relaxing, or even just a few moments tugged into your favorite place in the world. Between Dean Winchester and Castiel, just where you belonged.

Destiel x Reader Tag Team

Alex sat and waited at the map room bobbing her right leg quickly, nervously. Sam looked up at her from his reading seeing her hands splayed flat on the table. He quirked an eyebrow and leaned towards her, “You okay?”

She looked at giving him a posed smile and nodded. “Just waiting,” she explained.

“What did you do?” Sam asked.

“Remember last week when I got you your early anniversary gift— those first edition lore books that you wanted?”

Sam smiled and looked her, his eyes darkening at the thought —such a dreamy smile for Alex to see; she almost felt lightheaded. She shook her head, “I did something similar for Dean but not books.”

Sam grinned and chuckled, wondering what she did and kind of excited to see Dean’s reaction. “What did you get him?”

“Remember how much he loves Dodge city and cowboys?” She asked.

He widened his eyes and facepalmed, “Oh my God, Alex, what did you get him? He is gonna be cowboy this, cowboy that for the next month. Wearing his hat no less.”

She grinned and spoke, her voice a bit husky, “I know.”

Sam looked a bit shocked and thought a moment, “You like him in his hat and boots, huh?”

She grinned a bit embarrassed, “I like him in his hat and boots, and then when we does that twange, mmm.” She quickly added, “I know he is gonna go cowboy crazy for a bit but totally worth it when he wakes up and you see how, hopefully, excited he gets.”

“What did you get him?”

She tried to hide her smile licking her lips, “Working replicas of Wyatt Earp’s and Doc Holliday’s guns, a print of a painting of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday, the movie poster of Tombstone signed by some of the cast members, and replica cowboy hats of Wyatt Earp and Doc Holliday.”

Sam’s eyes widened with each item she spoke of. He put his head down in his hands on the table and grumbled, “We're doomed.”

“He’ll be happy,” she tried to justify. Her mouth drowned when she added, “I also found a movie theater close to here where you can buy time there to watch a movie, so I did Tombstone for him. “ She looked down at her hands and her face turned red because she just realized he had going to make everyone come see it with him, including the Sioux Falls gang. She smiled to herself.

“How often does he smile and laugh, truly?” She asked Sam.

He sighed and sat up looking at her, “True. Fine.”

She clapped, “Yay.”

Sam glared at her, “I’m going to get you back.”

She looked to her lap then at him, “Prank or bedroom?”

“I haven’t decided, maybe both,” he said matter-of-factly.

“Fuck,” she whispered to herself as she saw the wicked smirk on his face.

After twenty minutes in tense silence, you could hear Dean yell excitedly from his room. Alex grinned and stood up walking to the kitchen waiting for him.

“Alex,” Dean yelled. “Ale—“ he stopped when he saw her, he was wearing one of the new cowboy hates which Alex thought made him look even sexier. He wrapped his arms around her, trapping her, and lifted her up then passionately kissed her. She melted into his lips and hummed.

When he set her down, she felt a little dizzy and grinned.

Dean was flabbergasted, “Oh, Baby, I don’t deserve you. How did you—? Why?”

“They’re early anniversary gifts for you while it is next week, I couldn’t wait. I knew you’d love them. The—the guns are working replicas.”

Dean’s jaw dropped, “They’re working? I can use them in a hunt?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Baby,” Alex grinned at him.

“I’m gonna go shoot them,” Dean grinned like a little kid getting what he wanted on Christmas from Santa.

“The bullets are in that blue ammo box,” she called as he went back to his room.

Alex walked back over to Sam but stopped upon Dean rushing back out with a piece of paper in hand. “You rented a theater to watch Tombstone?” He asked incredulously.

“You said you always wanted to see it in theater,” she explained meekly. She could see Dean’s mind working and planning.

“How many seats are there?” He asked

“150,” she confirmed.

He turned around and got his cell out, “I’m inviting everyone!”

She continued walking back to Sam, put her hands on the table, tilted her head to one side and sighed. “We’re doomed.”

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