Fic: The Elephant in the Room (Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Meg)
Title: The Elephant in the Room
Author:
thinlizzy2
Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Meg
Spoilers: General for S6, specifically 6.10 and 6.20.
Warnings: Jeez, where to begin? Voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, spanking, partner betrayal, angst, cum-swapping and possibly unsafe driving. Oh, and sex.
A/N: Originally written for
deancaskink for the prompt:
Dean stopped Sammy from interrupting Castiel and Meg's little smooch, he even seemed kind of fascinated by it + Dean watches A LOT of porn...
= Dean ends up watching a Cas/Meg fuck... but mostly he watches Cas... and jerks off.
Extra Credit (I feel like this is a math exam): Cas's crazy-intense stare locks on with Dean through most of it.
Yes, I wrote Meg!porn for a D/C kink meme. I have issues.
They haven't seen each other in forever, and Dean's more than a little embarrassed at how quickly he agreed to meet with Castiel. Nonetheless, when he heard that gravelly voice that he still recognizes immediately on the other end of the line, his only questions had been where and when.
He regrets not asking why, now. It could be anything: trouble in Heaven, a particularly nasty monster, more stammered explanations over a years-old betrayal he'd rather just forget all about. There might be absolutely no reason for the nervous sweat forming on his palms, the condoms he hastily shoved into his pockets, the erection already beginning to tent his pants.
That doesn't stop him from hoping though.
The instant Castiel appears Dean knows that Meg is back in the picture. There's a certain swagger to the angel whenever she's around, a different kind of energy. Dean's stomach swoops. If he's here to meet Cas-and-Meg, as opposed to just Cas, then the reason for this little excursion just got a whole lot clearer.
So when he clears his throat and hopes his voice will keep steady, all he asks is,
"Again?"
"If you don't mind." Castiel is way too close already; the proximity that used to feel natural raises all kinds of red flags now. "She's been rather insistent, and I don't mind admitting I could use it as well. If you don't want to though, I'm sure we can find someone else."
If the remark was meant to get under Dean's skin, then mission accomplished. As sick as it is, he's the one that watches Castiel fuck and get fucked - the only one as far as he knows. "Didn't say no, did I?"
In response, Castiel reaches out and cups Dean's cock through his jeans. Dean inhales sharply, but refuses to step away. That would feel like backing down somehow, and he can't afford that this early in the night.
Also, it feels pretty damn good.
"No, you didn't." There's dark amusement in Castiel's tone. "And from what I can tell, you won't."
Dean holds his gaze. "Where's the little woman?"
"I'll give you directions."
Castiel pulls away and Dean manages to keep his hips from thrusting out in search of the lost connection. Instead, he watches Cas climb into the Impala like he belongs there - like nothing has changed at all. After a moment he slides into the driver's seat. "So incredibly fucked up."
Castiel smirks and indicates Dean should turn left. "Save the self-loathing for the bedroom. Meg gets off on it far more than I do."
***
Dean's been to this motel before, though never for this purpose. He wonders why Castiel chooses to do his hooking up in places like this. The guy's still an angel, after all - no matter what Heaven thinks of him these days. He could go anywhere.
On the bright side though, it's nice to know Meg doesn't merit any more special treatment than Dean himself once did.
Just thinking of the demon seems to invoke her. The door to one of the units swings open and there Meg is, in the off-the-rack stripper-style lingerie she usually favors. This particular getup is a red lacy thing: boning at the top and garters at the bottom. Dean marvels, as he always does, that such an attractive woman can make him feel nothing but repulsed.
She strides across the parking lot, careless of who might be watching. Her greeting kiss to Castiel is all tongue and teeth; it's clearly at least half for Dean's benefit. Still, Cas is into it, hoisting her up by her ass so she can wrap her legs around his waist. After a moment, Castiel lifts her up higher, seating her on the roof of the Impala so that he can mouth her breasts through the satin of her bustier.
Dean needs to take some control here; the situation is sick enough without getting his poor car involved. "You think maybe we should move inside?" He's proud of how his voice doesn't waver.
"He's so eager", Meg purrs, grinding herself against Castiel. She slides off the car and pulls the angel towards the room. "I told you we should have invited him over ages ago; he must be jonesing for it like crazy."
Dean would tell her not to flatter herself, but she's not wrong and they all know it. He settles for a brief aside to Cas. "Get her to suck you first, will you? Maybe it'll shut her up for a while."
There's a comfortable chair pulled up close to the bed; extra lamps have been brought in. So he's not the only one who's been jonesing; that's good to know. He settles himself in the chair, gets his fly undone and a hand down his pants while Castiel stretches out on the bed.
Meg straddles the angel, checking over her shoulder to make sure Dean's watching. She grins to see his cock already in his hand. "We forgot to get you some lube." She pouts with false regret. "But I'll spit on you if you like."
Dean rolls his eyes and tells himself not to rise to the bait. He's not here to bicker with the demon bitch; all he needs to do is ignore her and get his rocks off. "Thanks for the sentiment, but I came prepared."
He pulls the little tube of ointment out of his pocket, blushing when a condom falls out as well. He tries to cover it casually with his foot but the pair on the bed are observing him just intently as he'll be watching them later.
"That's so cute", Meg laughs. "Just what did you think you were going to need that for?"
"Hush." Castiel squeezes her breast - hard, if her sudden gasp is anything to judge by. "Dean's our guest. Be nice."
Meg's eyes light with anticipation. "Gonna make me?"
Castiel laughs, his usual joyless bark. "I can't see why not. Come on, then. Knees and elbows."
Meg scrambles to assume the requested position. Dean knows that it's no accident that she composes her body so that her face is just inches from his own exposed cock. She licks her lips like she's considering having a taste and Dean glares at her. He knows it's all wasted showmanship; they've never touched each other during these little sessions and they never will. Still, he's grateful when Castiel tosses a pillow towards her head and orders her to bite down on it.
With Meg's face buried in the dingy linen, the view improves considerably: Castiel kneeling behind the body of an anonymous scantily-clad woman, his pupils blown with lust. Dean zeroes in on those eyes and Castiel stares back at him, wanton and lost and openly ashamed. They've always been able to do this - lock in on each other's gazes so intently that it's like the rest of the world fades away to white noise in the background. That's one thing that hasn't changed and Dean's grateful for it.
When Castiel delivers the first slap to Meg's ass, all three of them cry out. Castiel puts his whole body into the spanking, whipping his hips forward with every smack across the demon's flesh. Dean squeezes his cock in time with the blows, slaps his own thigh over and over again at the appropriate moments. He lets Meg be the writhing, moaning conduit between their two bodies, and so long as Castiel keeps looking at him that way it's astoundingly easy to believe that's all she is.
Maybe she senses that, because they've barely settled into the rhythm before she sits up on her heels, sliding her arms up around Castiel's neck and pulling him down for a kiss. "Well that's got the juices flowing," she whispers, and Cas slides his hands under the crotch of her panties, smiling when he discovers she was telling the truth.
Meg pivots, presenting her rear to Dean. "Is it all red?" she inquires. "I can feel the heat coming off it. Does it look good?"
Dean looks over her, catching Castiel's eyes again. There's a fire behind them - desire and disgust mingling together - and both those sentiments go straight to Dean's cock. "Looks real good to me."
That seems to satisfy Meg. She turns back to Castiel with a smile, peeling off her panties with the casual nonchalance of a seasoned porn star. She lies on her back, arranging her body so that her knees are flush against her shoulders. Castiel moves between her legs and lowers his head - obviously intending to lick her - but Meg shakes her head. "I want you to fuck me now."
And Castiel does.
He's never treated Dean the way he does Meg. He tears into her; the slap of his flesh against hers is fast and startlingly loud. Dean's not sure whether to be jealous or not. Cas was always so careful when he was in bed with Dean; sex was slow and reverent and, though they never once said the words out loud, loving. It was the kind of sex that always left Dean utterly satisfied and yet still wanting more. And he still does, even now.
But his human body never could have tolerated the punishing pace that Castiel uses when he fucks Meg. And Castiel obviously loves it; he's growling and cursing in Enochian as he twists and bends Meg's body into positions that would likely snap Dean's back.
Is this what Cas wants? Is this what feels good to him?
If so, Dean should give up all hope now. Except he just can't.
Meg's screams grow louder and more frantic. Dean wishes that was part of the show, but no one could fake that flush spreading from her chest to her cheeks or the death-grip her legs are locked in around Castiel's back. As Dean watches, she reaches up to grab the headboard. The fragile wood splinters under her hands while her eyes flash black and she hollers out her climax.
Castiel kisses her deeply then; his teeth draw blood from her lower lip. He pulls out of her body and glaces sidelong at Dean. The hunter's pulse races. They've never done it with Meg there in the room with them; are they about to now? Dean's terrified of what it'll mean for Meg to see him spread open and penetrated. He knows he won't be able to hide the sheer need that Castiel's touch installs in him.
But he also knows, beyond any shadow of doubt, that he'll do it if that's what Cas wants.
Meg breaks the spell. "Hate to be a greedy girl", she slurs. "But I do think I could manage some dessert."
Castiel smiles at her, an odd light in his eyes. "Greedy doesn't even begin to describe it." He slides his hand between her legs and she moans softly. "Let's try it a bit differently this time. Lie on your stomach."
The demon complies, closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure as Castiel's fingers inch up further.
Dean strokes his own flagging erection, determined to salvage a bit of this encounter. He's barely turned on at this point; he's been thinking too damn much. What's more, he completely forgets why he ever thought this was a good idea.
But everything changes when he looks up to see Cas' eyes trained on him like they're the only two people in the room.
Castiel's free hand rests at the base of his own erection. He lifts his eyebrows once Dean meets his gaze. His smile is entirely different from the one he gave Meg a moment ago.
Dean nods slowly. Castiel works his thumb gently over the head of his cock and Dean mirrors the movement.
And so it goes.
It's weirdly hypnotic, copying Castiel's strokes and squeezes. Dean is reminded of the long lazy night when he introduced the angel to the idea of a 69. The concept is similar - pleasuring while being pleasured. His memories of that night come flooding back and he groans with longing, gripping himself more tightly and speeding up the pace. Cas does the same.
Meg stirs on the bed, clearly pissy at the lack of attention. Castiel jerks his head in silent apology to Dean before turning back to her. But Dean isn't willing to surrender anymore. He shucks his pants and underwear completely and props his feet up on the bed, legs splayed, before giving a soft cough to attract Castiel's focus again.
Once the angel is looking at him, Dean rubs his thumb across his balls in the same way Cas is currently rubbing Meg's clit. The angel's eyes go wide. Dean grins and raises his hand, sucking teasingly at his own fingers. Castiel mimics him perfectly and Dean's smile grows. Yeah, this'll work.
He and Meg groan together as Dean pushes two fingers into his ass at the same time that Cas slides his own into Meg's pussy. They both start off slowly but by the time Meg is begging for more, faster, HARDER, Dean is more than ready. He fucks himself roughly as a demon squirms frantically on the bed and an angel stares at him like he's the most incredible thing he's laid eyes on in however many years it's been since the Earth was formed. Dean holds onto that stare until the last possible moment; he only closes his eyes - involuntarily - when he can't fight his climax back for one more second. His hoarse cry of release mingles with Meg's.
When he opens his eyes again, Castiel is frantically working at his own engorged cock. Dean watches him spurt all over Meg's back and ass, listens to her satisfied chuckle as she buries her face in the pillow once more.
Jealousy returns with a sudden stab as Castiel begins to lick her clean. Dean remembers such ministrations after sex - the way he always felt precious, cherished, after the act. Meg is purring like a pampered cat and the sound grates intolerably on Dean's nerves. He acts without thinking; pitching forward onto the bed, he grabs hold of Castiel's hair and tugs him up for a kiss.
The taste of the angel's spunk, seeping from his own tongue into Dean's mouth, make the whole fucking night worthwhile.
***
Dean has no idea how he ended up back in his car, zooming down the Interstate.
It's possible that he stumbled, sex-drunk and only half-aware, back to the Impala all by himself. It's just as likely - if not likelier - that Castiel transported him here for his own protection. Meg had been as furious as a taunted tigress after Dean kissed Castiel; he has no doubt she would have tried to follow through on her threat to claw his heart out if the angel hadn't held her back.
Finally, there's also the possibility that Castiel himself is angry at Dean and had simply wanted him gone.
He still has no idea why he did it. He must have watched the pair of them fuck nearly a dozen times by now; he knows it's a look-don't-touch situation. But, in the heat of the moment, he just couldn't not kiss Cas. Just like can't quite regret it now.
He's trying to resign himself to the possibility it might be a very long time before he sees the angel again, so the sounds of wind and beating wings takes him by surprise.
"You should not have done that." Castiel doesn't sound angry, just tired. Dean tentatively takes that as a good sign. "She's very upset. She believes you've violated the unspoken guidelines of our agreement and I can't disagree with her."
Dean keeps his eyes on the road, his hands white-knuckled at ten and two. "Sorry if I'm not up-to-date on the rules for angelic-demonic threesomes. You got some kind of handbook you can recommend to clear that shit up?"
"It's probably a moot point. It may be impossible to persuade her to let you watch us again."
"Well there go all my plans for my birthday."
"I've never forced you to join us", Castiel points out. "You've always come along willingly."
Dean has nothing to say to that, because he has. It's not because he wants to though. It's because somewhere along the way he got hooked on the angel sitting next to him and it's a habit he just can't seem to shake.
His only comfort in this moment is that he still believes he's not the only one wrestling with this addiction.
"You know, I get it", he begins. "I get that, for whatever reason, you want her. Need her even. I may not understand the whys of it all, but that's probably not the important part anyway. What I don't understand though, is why the hell you can't tell her that it's the exact same with me.
Castiel shrugs. "She wouldn't understand. She doesn't know me like you do."
Dean laughs bitterly. "So it's a case of 'Dean, baby, my wife doesn't understand me'? That cliche's almost as old as you are."
"But it's true", Castiel insists. "As you surmise, I need her. In some strange way, I believe I even love her. But that changes nothing about how I feel for you, nor does it affect the fact that you, Dean Winchester, are the only one who has ever truly understood me. That's why I subject you to these nights; selfish though it may be. Sometimes, I just need to be close to you."
Dean groans and pulls over. He's suddenly too tired to drive - too tired for anything really. "Where does she think you are right now?"
"Where I am", Castiel replies. "With you, having a rather unpleasant conversation about boundaries."
And just like that, Dean realizes he has a choice.
He could tell Castiel the discussion is both over and unnecessary. He could cede the angel to Meg, wash his hands of this whole mess once and for all. After all, where has it gotten him? It's three o'clock in the morning and he's parked at the side of the road with a killer headache, dried semen crusting on his thighs and a very persistent demon howling for his blood a few miles away. He could call all this off and set himself free.
He doesn't though.
Instead, he turns to Castiel, already knowing he'll regret this before the sun comes up. "Can it be a long conversation?"
The angel nods and leans in. Dean shuts his eyes before their lips meet.
Author:
thinlizzy2Rating: NC-17
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Meg
Spoilers: General for S6, specifically 6.10 and 6.20.
Warnings: Jeez, where to begin? Voyeurism, exhibitionism, masturbation, spanking, partner betrayal, angst, cum-swapping and possibly unsafe driving. Oh, and sex.
A/N: Originally written for
deancaskink for the prompt: Dean stopped Sammy from interrupting Castiel and Meg's little smooch, he even seemed kind of fascinated by it + Dean watches A LOT of porn...
= Dean ends up watching a Cas/Meg fuck... but mostly he watches Cas... and jerks off.
Extra Credit (I feel like this is a math exam): Cas's crazy-intense stare locks on with Dean through most of it.
Yes, I wrote Meg!porn for a D/C kink meme. I have issues.
They haven't seen each other in forever, and Dean's more than a little embarrassed at how quickly he agreed to meet with Castiel. Nonetheless, when he heard that gravelly voice that he still recognizes immediately on the other end of the line, his only questions had been where and when.
He regrets not asking why, now. It could be anything: trouble in Heaven, a particularly nasty monster, more stammered explanations over a years-old betrayal he'd rather just forget all about. There might be absolutely no reason for the nervous sweat forming on his palms, the condoms he hastily shoved into his pockets, the erection already beginning to tent his pants.
That doesn't stop him from hoping though.
The instant Castiel appears Dean knows that Meg is back in the picture. There's a certain swagger to the angel whenever she's around, a different kind of energy. Dean's stomach swoops. If he's here to meet Cas-and-Meg, as opposed to just Cas, then the reason for this little excursion just got a whole lot clearer.
So when he clears his throat and hopes his voice will keep steady, all he asks is,
"Again?"
"If you don't mind." Castiel is way too close already; the proximity that used to feel natural raises all kinds of red flags now. "She's been rather insistent, and I don't mind admitting I could use it as well. If you don't want to though, I'm sure we can find someone else."
If the remark was meant to get under Dean's skin, then mission accomplished. As sick as it is, he's the one that watches Castiel fuck and get fucked - the only one as far as he knows. "Didn't say no, did I?"
In response, Castiel reaches out and cups Dean's cock through his jeans. Dean inhales sharply, but refuses to step away. That would feel like backing down somehow, and he can't afford that this early in the night.
Also, it feels pretty damn good.
"No, you didn't." There's dark amusement in Castiel's tone. "And from what I can tell, you won't."
Dean holds his gaze. "Where's the little woman?"
"I'll give you directions."
Castiel pulls away and Dean manages to keep his hips from thrusting out in search of the lost connection. Instead, he watches Cas climb into the Impala like he belongs there - like nothing has changed at all. After a moment he slides into the driver's seat. "So incredibly fucked up."
Castiel smirks and indicates Dean should turn left. "Save the self-loathing for the bedroom. Meg gets off on it far more than I do."
***
Dean's been to this motel before, though never for this purpose. He wonders why Castiel chooses to do his hooking up in places like this. The guy's still an angel, after all - no matter what Heaven thinks of him these days. He could go anywhere.
On the bright side though, it's nice to know Meg doesn't merit any more special treatment than Dean himself once did.
Just thinking of the demon seems to invoke her. The door to one of the units swings open and there Meg is, in the off-the-rack stripper-style lingerie she usually favors. This particular getup is a red lacy thing: boning at the top and garters at the bottom. Dean marvels, as he always does, that such an attractive woman can make him feel nothing but repulsed.
She strides across the parking lot, careless of who might be watching. Her greeting kiss to Castiel is all tongue and teeth; it's clearly at least half for Dean's benefit. Still, Cas is into it, hoisting her up by her ass so she can wrap her legs around his waist. After a moment, Castiel lifts her up higher, seating her on the roof of the Impala so that he can mouth her breasts through the satin of her bustier.
Dean needs to take some control here; the situation is sick enough without getting his poor car involved. "You think maybe we should move inside?" He's proud of how his voice doesn't waver.
"He's so eager", Meg purrs, grinding herself against Castiel. She slides off the car and pulls the angel towards the room. "I told you we should have invited him over ages ago; he must be jonesing for it like crazy."
Dean would tell her not to flatter herself, but she's not wrong and they all know it. He settles for a brief aside to Cas. "Get her to suck you first, will you? Maybe it'll shut her up for a while."
There's a comfortable chair pulled up close to the bed; extra lamps have been brought in. So he's not the only one who's been jonesing; that's good to know. He settles himself in the chair, gets his fly undone and a hand down his pants while Castiel stretches out on the bed.
Meg straddles the angel, checking over her shoulder to make sure Dean's watching. She grins to see his cock already in his hand. "We forgot to get you some lube." She pouts with false regret. "But I'll spit on you if you like."
Dean rolls his eyes and tells himself not to rise to the bait. He's not here to bicker with the demon bitch; all he needs to do is ignore her and get his rocks off. "Thanks for the sentiment, but I came prepared."
He pulls the little tube of ointment out of his pocket, blushing when a condom falls out as well. He tries to cover it casually with his foot but the pair on the bed are observing him just intently as he'll be watching them later.
"That's so cute", Meg laughs. "Just what did you think you were going to need that for?"
"Hush." Castiel squeezes her breast - hard, if her sudden gasp is anything to judge by. "Dean's our guest. Be nice."
Meg's eyes light with anticipation. "Gonna make me?"
Castiel laughs, his usual joyless bark. "I can't see why not. Come on, then. Knees and elbows."
Meg scrambles to assume the requested position. Dean knows that it's no accident that she composes her body so that her face is just inches from his own exposed cock. She licks her lips like she's considering having a taste and Dean glares at her. He knows it's all wasted showmanship; they've never touched each other during these little sessions and they never will. Still, he's grateful when Castiel tosses a pillow towards her head and orders her to bite down on it.
With Meg's face buried in the dingy linen, the view improves considerably: Castiel kneeling behind the body of an anonymous scantily-clad woman, his pupils blown with lust. Dean zeroes in on those eyes and Castiel stares back at him, wanton and lost and openly ashamed. They've always been able to do this - lock in on each other's gazes so intently that it's like the rest of the world fades away to white noise in the background. That's one thing that hasn't changed and Dean's grateful for it.
When Castiel delivers the first slap to Meg's ass, all three of them cry out. Castiel puts his whole body into the spanking, whipping his hips forward with every smack across the demon's flesh. Dean squeezes his cock in time with the blows, slaps his own thigh over and over again at the appropriate moments. He lets Meg be the writhing, moaning conduit between their two bodies, and so long as Castiel keeps looking at him that way it's astoundingly easy to believe that's all she is.
Maybe she senses that, because they've barely settled into the rhythm before she sits up on her heels, sliding her arms up around Castiel's neck and pulling him down for a kiss. "Well that's got the juices flowing," she whispers, and Cas slides his hands under the crotch of her panties, smiling when he discovers she was telling the truth.
Meg pivots, presenting her rear to Dean. "Is it all red?" she inquires. "I can feel the heat coming off it. Does it look good?"
Dean looks over her, catching Castiel's eyes again. There's a fire behind them - desire and disgust mingling together - and both those sentiments go straight to Dean's cock. "Looks real good to me."
That seems to satisfy Meg. She turns back to Castiel with a smile, peeling off her panties with the casual nonchalance of a seasoned porn star. She lies on her back, arranging her body so that her knees are flush against her shoulders. Castiel moves between her legs and lowers his head - obviously intending to lick her - but Meg shakes her head. "I want you to fuck me now."
And Castiel does.
He's never treated Dean the way he does Meg. He tears into her; the slap of his flesh against hers is fast and startlingly loud. Dean's not sure whether to be jealous or not. Cas was always so careful when he was in bed with Dean; sex was slow and reverent and, though they never once said the words out loud, loving. It was the kind of sex that always left Dean utterly satisfied and yet still wanting more. And he still does, even now.
But his human body never could have tolerated the punishing pace that Castiel uses when he fucks Meg. And Castiel obviously loves it; he's growling and cursing in Enochian as he twists and bends Meg's body into positions that would likely snap Dean's back.
Is this what Cas wants? Is this what feels good to him?
If so, Dean should give up all hope now. Except he just can't.
Meg's screams grow louder and more frantic. Dean wishes that was part of the show, but no one could fake that flush spreading from her chest to her cheeks or the death-grip her legs are locked in around Castiel's back. As Dean watches, she reaches up to grab the headboard. The fragile wood splinters under her hands while her eyes flash black and she hollers out her climax.
Castiel kisses her deeply then; his teeth draw blood from her lower lip. He pulls out of her body and glaces sidelong at Dean. The hunter's pulse races. They've never done it with Meg there in the room with them; are they about to now? Dean's terrified of what it'll mean for Meg to see him spread open and penetrated. He knows he won't be able to hide the sheer need that Castiel's touch installs in him.
But he also knows, beyond any shadow of doubt, that he'll do it if that's what Cas wants.
Meg breaks the spell. "Hate to be a greedy girl", she slurs. "But I do think I could manage some dessert."
Castiel smiles at her, an odd light in his eyes. "Greedy doesn't even begin to describe it." He slides his hand between her legs and she moans softly. "Let's try it a bit differently this time. Lie on your stomach."
The demon complies, closing her eyes and sighing with pleasure as Castiel's fingers inch up further.
Dean strokes his own flagging erection, determined to salvage a bit of this encounter. He's barely turned on at this point; he's been thinking too damn much. What's more, he completely forgets why he ever thought this was a good idea.
But everything changes when he looks up to see Cas' eyes trained on him like they're the only two people in the room.
Castiel's free hand rests at the base of his own erection. He lifts his eyebrows once Dean meets his gaze. His smile is entirely different from the one he gave Meg a moment ago.
Dean nods slowly. Castiel works his thumb gently over the head of his cock and Dean mirrors the movement.
And so it goes.
It's weirdly hypnotic, copying Castiel's strokes and squeezes. Dean is reminded of the long lazy night when he introduced the angel to the idea of a 69. The concept is similar - pleasuring while being pleasured. His memories of that night come flooding back and he groans with longing, gripping himself more tightly and speeding up the pace. Cas does the same.
Meg stirs on the bed, clearly pissy at the lack of attention. Castiel jerks his head in silent apology to Dean before turning back to her. But Dean isn't willing to surrender anymore. He shucks his pants and underwear completely and props his feet up on the bed, legs splayed, before giving a soft cough to attract Castiel's focus again.
Once the angel is looking at him, Dean rubs his thumb across his balls in the same way Cas is currently rubbing Meg's clit. The angel's eyes go wide. Dean grins and raises his hand, sucking teasingly at his own fingers. Castiel mimics him perfectly and Dean's smile grows. Yeah, this'll work.
He and Meg groan together as Dean pushes two fingers into his ass at the same time that Cas slides his own into Meg's pussy. They both start off slowly but by the time Meg is begging for more, faster, HARDER, Dean is more than ready. He fucks himself roughly as a demon squirms frantically on the bed and an angel stares at him like he's the most incredible thing he's laid eyes on in however many years it's been since the Earth was formed. Dean holds onto that stare until the last possible moment; he only closes his eyes - involuntarily - when he can't fight his climax back for one more second. His hoarse cry of release mingles with Meg's.
When he opens his eyes again, Castiel is frantically working at his own engorged cock. Dean watches him spurt all over Meg's back and ass, listens to her satisfied chuckle as she buries her face in the pillow once more.
Jealousy returns with a sudden stab as Castiel begins to lick her clean. Dean remembers such ministrations after sex - the way he always felt precious, cherished, after the act. Meg is purring like a pampered cat and the sound grates intolerably on Dean's nerves. He acts without thinking; pitching forward onto the bed, he grabs hold of Castiel's hair and tugs him up for a kiss.
The taste of the angel's spunk, seeping from his own tongue into Dean's mouth, make the whole fucking night worthwhile.
***
Dean has no idea how he ended up back in his car, zooming down the Interstate.
It's possible that he stumbled, sex-drunk and only half-aware, back to the Impala all by himself. It's just as likely - if not likelier - that Castiel transported him here for his own protection. Meg had been as furious as a taunted tigress after Dean kissed Castiel; he has no doubt she would have tried to follow through on her threat to claw his heart out if the angel hadn't held her back.
Finally, there's also the possibility that Castiel himself is angry at Dean and had simply wanted him gone.
He still has no idea why he did it. He must have watched the pair of them fuck nearly a dozen times by now; he knows it's a look-don't-touch situation. But, in the heat of the moment, he just couldn't not kiss Cas. Just like can't quite regret it now.
He's trying to resign himself to the possibility it might be a very long time before he sees the angel again, so the sounds of wind and beating wings takes him by surprise.
"You should not have done that." Castiel doesn't sound angry, just tired. Dean tentatively takes that as a good sign. "She's very upset. She believes you've violated the unspoken guidelines of our agreement and I can't disagree with her."
Dean keeps his eyes on the road, his hands white-knuckled at ten and two. "Sorry if I'm not up-to-date on the rules for angelic-demonic threesomes. You got some kind of handbook you can recommend to clear that shit up?"
"It's probably a moot point. It may be impossible to persuade her to let you watch us again."
"Well there go all my plans for my birthday."
"I've never forced you to join us", Castiel points out. "You've always come along willingly."
Dean has nothing to say to that, because he has. It's not because he wants to though. It's because somewhere along the way he got hooked on the angel sitting next to him and it's a habit he just can't seem to shake.
His only comfort in this moment is that he still believes he's not the only one wrestling with this addiction.
"You know, I get it", he begins. "I get that, for whatever reason, you want her. Need her even. I may not understand the whys of it all, but that's probably not the important part anyway. What I don't understand though, is why the hell you can't tell her that it's the exact same with me.
Castiel shrugs. "She wouldn't understand. She doesn't know me like you do."
Dean laughs bitterly. "So it's a case of 'Dean, baby, my wife doesn't understand me'? That cliche's almost as old as you are."
"But it's true", Castiel insists. "As you surmise, I need her. In some strange way, I believe I even love her. But that changes nothing about how I feel for you, nor does it affect the fact that you, Dean Winchester, are the only one who has ever truly understood me. That's why I subject you to these nights; selfish though it may be. Sometimes, I just need to be close to you."
Dean groans and pulls over. He's suddenly too tired to drive - too tired for anything really. "Where does she think you are right now?"
"Where I am", Castiel replies. "With you, having a rather unpleasant conversation about boundaries."
And just like that, Dean realizes he has a choice.
He could tell Castiel the discussion is both over and unnecessary. He could cede the angel to Meg, wash his hands of this whole mess once and for all. After all, where has it gotten him? It's three o'clock in the morning and he's parked at the side of the road with a killer headache, dried semen crusting on his thighs and a very persistent demon howling for his blood a few miles away. He could call all this off and set himself free.
He doesn't though.
Instead, he turns to Castiel, already knowing he'll regret this before the sun comes up. "Can it be a long conversation?"
The angel nods and leans in. Dean shuts his eyes before their lips meet.
