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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Supernatural
  Relationship:
      Dean_Winchester/Sam_Winchester, Castiel/Dean_Winchester, Crowley/Dean
      Winchester, Crowley/Sam_Winchester, Crowley/Dean_Winchester/Sam
      Winchester, Castiel/Original_Character(s), Sam_Winchester/Original
      Character(s), Dean_Winchester/Original_Character(s)
  Character:
      Castiel_(Supernatural), Sam_Winchester, Dean_Winchester, Crowley_
      (Supernatural), Original_Male_Character(s), Original_Female_Character(s)
  Additional Tags:
      Demon!Dean_Wincester, Rape/Non-con_Elements, PWP, Plot_What_Plot/Porn
      Without_Plot, Possessed!Sam_Winchester, Human_Crowley, Demon_Dean
      Winchester, Demonic_Possession, Recreational_Drug_Use, Multiple_kinks,
      Sibling_Incest, Possessive_Sam_Winchester, Sammy_likes_it_up_the_butt,
      Blood_Kink, Tattoo_Kink, Kinky_Dean, Possessive_Dean, Dean_Winchester_is
      a_Tease, Bottom_Dean, Top_Castiel, Bottom_Castiel, Bottom_Sam, Top_Sam
      Winchester, Top_Dean_Winchester
  Series:
      Part 1 of SPN_explicit_series
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-02-15 Updated: 2017-03-07 Chapters: 3/? Words: 3998
****** Supernatural oneshots ******
by T3TR1S_(Aziine)
Summary
     Porn from my wattpad, enjoy.
***** Intro *****
SUPERNATURAL SHIPS HAVE TAKEN OVER MY DAMN LIFE. From all the way Wincest to
fucking Crowley/Dean. I'M ADDICTED. Sure, some might consider it weird because
its a live action TV show, however I'm not shipping Misha and Jensen. I'm
shipping Dean and Castiel. But HEY there's no judging here, for fucks sake I
write about boys getting off to the weirdest shit in my free time.
Alright folks...Its about to get freaky up in here..
***** He tastes better than the whiskey (wincest) *****
Chapter Notes
     I needed to post something and I had this one finished from my
     wattpad. Enjoy!
Rating: Explicit
M/M
Warnings: Drinking till drunk, alcohol, blow jobs, throat fucking, Dean is like
super drunk, gentle hair pulling/tugging, Top!Sam, Bottom!Dean, anal sex,
condom use, possessive!sam, slutty!dean
Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Requested by: Hipster_Nepeta on Wattpad
---------------------------------------------
Some hunts were particularly draining. For example, Dean would always say that
demons were the easiest to gank but when it came to witches and vamps, Dean
wanted to self medicate with whiskey till he passed out. Draining wasn't even
the word to describe these hunts. There wasn't really a word to explain them,
they were that bad. This was why Dean was firmly seated on a bar stool, having
absolutely no intentions of getting up anytime soon. Even with the way Sam was
kinda begging to just go buy a bottle of whiskey instead of sitting at a bar
where, with Dean's drinking habits, cost them a whopping 30 bucks or more each
time. Honestly Sam just wanted out. He simply wanted to relax in Dean's arms
while they talked about happier times, like he was 13 again.
However, Sam didn't get to leave and be a young teen again. It had been about 2
hours and nearly 9 drinks in for Dean (2 very light ones for Sam, he wasn't
much of a drinker after a hunt like this and he was the one who had to drive)
when Dean looked up at Sam, the buzz evident in his eyes. "Sammy.." The taller
man frowned, nodding as if taking the soft, sad utter of his name as some sort
of cue to pay and get Dean out of there. Furrowing his brow and reaching for
Dean's wallet, Sam slapped down two twenties and then stood from the stool.
"Come on Dean..."  He said softly, leaning close so the green eyed Winchester
could hear the comforting tone in his voice. "Can't walk, carry me" Dean
muttered, stumbling slightly over his words. Sam laughed slightly, picking up
the much shorter male and carrying him out to the impala. He sighed and opened
the passengers side door with only a small amount of struggle. He made sure
that Dean's head wasn't in the way as he placed him on the right side of the
bench seat. "There.." He searched Dean's jacket for the keys. When he located
them, he shut the door and walked around to the other side.
They drove in silence, aside from the occasional drunken mumble from Dean.
Finally arriving to the motel, Sam put the car in park and climbed out
carefully. He was prone to falling when he had a small amount of alcohol in him
so he always took care when going from a sitting to a standing position. Sammy
made his way over to Dean's side, opening the creaky door and lifting him up
off the seat. The hazel eyed managed to shut the door with one of his hips
before carrying his big brother up to the door of the motel. Unlocking the door
was the struggle but he soon managed, yet again shutting the door with his hip.
Dean was passed out in his arms, leaving Sam to place him on the bed
It had been a few hours before Dean showed any signs of being awake. Sam had
been relaxing with the TV droning on in the background while he scrawled out
some shitty short story on a random sheet of blank paper he found. Dean was
awake and kinda, sorta, really fucking horny. His cock begged for attention as
it strained against his jeans. Dean let out a fairly soft moan, soft enough
that it could go as unnoticed, as he palmed over the sensitive bulge in his
jeans before looking over at Sam. His eyes trailed over Sam's body. He was
shirtless, his jeans riding pretty low on his hips so that just the smallest
bit of his happy trail showed. He looked like a fucking pornstar. Dean licked
his lips at the image, receiving the slightest twitch from his cock. He watched
Sam for a bit, biting his lip every time Sam would shift to get more
comfortable. Dean blushed softly, watching as his little brothers hips moved
upwards his jeans falling that much more off his hips. Was Sam even wearing
boxers? 'Holy son of a bitch when did he get so hot' was all that ran through
Dean's mind as his eyes grew darker with lust. He moved, coughing softly as he
did so to get Sam's attention. "Morning sunshine" Sam said, a gentle smile
playing on his lips. "Sleep well" Dean smirked and nodded toward the other.
"Hell yeah, had some real sexy dreams~" Sam cleared his throat. "To much
information Dean.." It would be an understatement to say Sam was embarrassed,
but honestly was more confused to why Dean brought his dreams up.  "It was
interesting though," Dean chuckled as he pulled himself up off the bed and
looked over at Sam, his jeans feeling tighter just from moving. He gasped and
let out a gentle sob. "I-I was fucking Cas..like, rough~ and I didn't hate it"
He blushed softly, his hand darting to cover his arousal as his voice shook,
clearly lying. In reality, Dean was dreaming about pressing Sam face down on
the hood of the Impala at some old abandoned make-out spot while he- Dean shook
his head, trying to focus, however looking up at Sam got his mind whirling
again. Sam was laying back against the headboard, a small smile playing on his
face. "that's kinda gay don't you think De? That's actually really gay" Dean
rolled his eyes, looking at his brother with his dark green eyes that were
filled with lust. When Sam glanced over at him, It felt like life was moving in
slow motion. Sam had licked his lips and it made Dean's cock jump. He needed to
make a move, and it had to be quick.
Dean was sliding off one bed and onto the other before he could stop himself.
His hand immediately went to Sam's jaw. "Would you believe me if I said I lied
about that dream?" Sam's breath hitched softly but he managed to get out a sigh
of relief. "Well yeah, I thought you were going full on gay on me you assh-
" Dean smirked, cutting him off. "It was about you." Sam's eyes widened as a
slightly sickly, confused feeling washed over him. As of lately, Sam had been
more touchy with Dean. Even going as far as sleeping on him while they were in
the impala on their longer trips. Did he cause this sudden want from Dean?
"Wait...What? Why would it be me?? What about that profound bond or whatever
that you have with-" Dean cut him off again, this time by placing his thumb
over the other's lips, gripping his jaw while doing do. Dean was moving up
Sam's body as the younger man made soft noises of protest. "You ramble when
you're nervous Sammy~ it's kinda cute~" Sam's face heated up, bright pink
softly brushing at the surface from the gentle whispers at his ear. "I
personally love seeing you all nervous~ sometimes I do things just to get you
rambling~" Dean continued, still to drunk to even make real sense of his
confessions. However they weren't lies, the green eyed Winchester was telling
the truth. It wasn't the whiskey talking. "Sam...I wanna-" Sam just shook his
head and pushed Dean off, even if it wasn't really what he wanted to do. "Dean,
come on...you're drunk and we both know that when you're drunk you think with
your dick not your brain...just stop alright?" Dean eyed the now standing
Winchester before pulling himself off Sam's bed to get the man pinned on the
other one right across it. "You're a damned fool Sam...I'm thinking with my
brain" Sam scoffed. "Yeah, your brain...that's drowning in whiskey.." Dean just
shook his head. "I'm serious you ass...granted that yes, I'm still drunk, I
know what I want, and damn it Sammy, I want you! I've wanted you since we were
kids" The younger frowned. "Why?" Dean made a cute face as he pulled himself
away from Sammy just slightly. "Because it gets my adrenaline rushing just like
any good hunt, It's wrong, and illegal and it feels really fucking good to be
so high off the endorphins I get from wanting it" he sighed and whispered 'Son
of a bitch' as he pulled away completely. Sam whined softly, almost inaudible,
from the loss of Dean's body heat against his bare chest. "But..I shouldn't
force myself on you...I don't wanna hurt you Sammy... and you don't want it..."
He sighed and looked away from his (not so little) little brother. Sam sat
there for nearly a minute just watching Dean. His confusion was thrown out the
window and he didn't give a flying fuck anymore. He did want it, for fucks sake
he wanted it so bad. He stood, grabbing Dean by his waist and roughly kissed at
his neck, drawing a sweet moan past the others plush lips. Maybe it was the
whiskey or maybe it was something else, but as Sam leaned up to press his lips
against Dean's, he couldn't help but groan at how much he loved the taste. It
was a mess at first, all teeth and saliva, but as they kissed and everything
got more and more heated the kiss sweetened out and Dean became a mess of
sampleasepleasemore and samfuckpleaseyes. Sam kissed down his brother's neck,
running a hand up along his waist under his shirt. His rough fingertips slid
easily against the soft skin as he thumbed over the tattoo on Dean's chest. Sam
shivered, suddenly feeling his brother slowly slide down his body to a kneeling
position in front of him. "You know, I have some skill with this Sammy, and
I've been told that I'm really good at it~" He chuckled gently, palming over
the front of the other's low slung jeans. Sam hissed in a gasp of pleasure,
tipping his head back. He was harder than he'd ever been before, and the soft
touches over the bulge in is jeans wasn't helping relieve any of the pent up
pressure. Sam hadn't even touched himself in weeks, his time was occupied with
research while Dean was out getting lays. The younger Winchester gasped gently
before speaking."Shut up...and get your fucking mouth on my-" Sam cut himself
off with a deep, throaty moan as he felt Dean's nose nudge over the bulge,
looking down and watching his brother with wide eyes. Dean was using his mouth
to get his fucking fly open. As Dean worked, the younger became hungry for
more. He wanted Dean's perfect, plush, pink lips sliding up and down him more
than anything at this point. He knew it would be sloppy on the other's part,
since he was drunk, but that fact alone made this even better. "Fucking hell
Dean~" Sam moaned out, feeling his brother's hands tug at his jeans. Dean
smirked as the loose jeans slipped free and Sam's cock sprung free from the
restraints of the jeans to tent up in his underwear.
Dean couldn't take his eyes off of the sight before him. Sam's huge cock
fucking twitching in the boxers. The dusty pink head poking out off the slit at
the front of the boxers. Sam's sly fucking grin. Everything was so perfect, he
was so perfect. "shit.." Dean whispered, he could have came just looking at Sam
from this angle. He watched as Sam reached down, slipping his entire cock out
from the boxer slit. It was fucking huge and definitely ran Dean for his money.
"I'm gonna make you feel like such a whore when I'm done with you~" Dean
shuddered at the tone of his voice. It was husky and sounded dirty, which made
Dean's mouth water.
This had to have been the most amazing blowjob Sam had ever received. Even his
ex-girlfriend Jess didn't give head this well. "Oh fuck..Deeeeeeannn~" Sam
panted, tossing his head back. Dean was running his tongue around the edge of
the flared head. Saliva and his own pre-cum ran down his shaft from how sloppy
the other was being. When Dean flickered his beautiful green eyes up at him he
lost it, grabbing at the longer part of his brother's hair and pushing him down
his cock. Dean just let it happen, taking Sam down beautifully. When his nose
was buried in the soft, curly hairs at the base of Sam's cock he looked up,
keeping his eyes on the other even as he struggled to keep tears from welling
up in his eyes. Dean was all for Sam being rough with him which sent a small
surge of pleasure up Sam's spine. "Fuck~ you're so beautiful like this Dean~
taking my thick cock down your throat like it doesn't hurt at all~ god that's
such a fucking turn on~" The younger had his hand tangled in Dean's gel slicked
hair, tugging on it roughly as he teased his hips in a soft thrusting movement
that made Dean squeeze his eyes shut and let a single tear fall before opening
them again.
The sudden moan that vibrated around Sam's dick made his jaw go slack and his
eyes roll back into his skull. "Ohhhh shit~ do that again~" he said with a
breathy moan. Dean smirked around his brothers thick member and did it again,
feeling Sam fuck softly into his throat while he moaned. Dean shook with need,
his dick twitching relentlessly. He wanted to be fucked somewhere else
desperately.
Dean was still fully dressed. He felt it unfair that Sam's beautiful dick got
all the attention and he was just being ignored. "Dean~ fuck~ stop!~ don't
wanna- nnnghhh- don't wanna cum yet!~" Dean sucked hard, pulling off of Sam
completely with a loud wet pop. He felt the other shake with pleasure. "Sammy~
fuck me~" he begged, not caring that he probably sounded like a needy little
bitch. "pull my hair, bend me over the table and fuck me till I'm seeing stars~
I want that thick cock in me! Sam please!~"
Sam almost came from the way Dean looked at this angle. Wet, swollen dusty pink
lips. Slightly blood shot watery green eyes with slightest flecks of gold. A
bit of pre-cum and saliva dripping from that plush lower lip. Messy gelled hair
from the way it was tugged on. He looked right out of a hardcore skin mag. Sam
couldn't wait to strip his brother and fuck him on every surface there was in
this shitty little motel room.
Dean sat at Sam's feet, just waiting. He watched every pretty tug Sam gave his
own dick, wishing his strong hands were doing it to his. "On the bed~ prep
yourself and I'll think about it~" fucking hell Sam was gonna end up killing
him with that sly grin.
Dean made no hesitation to get up and undress himself. He laid on the bed in
what he thought would be a good position for Sammy to watch after grabbing a
bottle of lube from the duffle. He moaned and palmed at his cock gently,
relieving some of the pressure from being so hard.
Sam was smirking, stroking all beautiful 8 inches of himself as he watched
Dean, who already had two slicked fingers buried deep in his ass. Dean's back
was arched off the bed just slightly as he moaned breathlessly and femininely.
Dean could be such a girl sometimes. This was one of those times.
Sam watched another finger slip in and then a fourth. God it was hot, watching
as each finger plunged deep into his brothers perfectly plush ass. "Dean~ stop~
you're ready...table..now" Sam's voice was husky and demanding and Dean didn't
even whine. He simply removed his four digits with a shudder and a moan before
slipping off the bed and bending over the small table in the motel room's
kitchen. He wiggled his ass slightly and then heard the familiar sound of foil
unwrapping. A fucking condom? Sam really just couldn't trust Dean and being
safe could he? Dean scoffed softly but soon felt the latex covered head of
Sam's cock tease at his slick hole.
It slipped in perfectly and all at once and Dean couldn't find the breath to
even moan. He felt so full, even with being bent over and his arms being held
in a hand cuffed position. Sam was fucking into him quickly, the sweet slick
sounds of skin and thrusts resonating throughout the room. Dean was breathless
and couldn't stop himself from coming each time he did. Dean was so fucked out
and in bliss. "This is too fun to do it once~ gonna do it again and again~ and
you're not even allowed to look at those slutty girls again~ cause guess what~
your my personal little slut~ and you'll be down to fuck anywhere and anytime I
want~ got it?~" Sam whispered, drawing out the sweetest moan past Dean's pretty
lips. "Yes!~ anything!~ I'm yours!~ only yours!~ fuck!! Sammy!! I-I-Ah!~" Sam
chuckled and pulled out. "Turn around..on your knees you dirty little whore~"
Dean did as he was told, watching Sam pull off the condom and jerk himself
quickly, the head of his dick positioned right over Dean's lips, where it was
sucked on the very tip softly.
When Sam came, Dean couldn't help but love the taste. It was far better than
any scotch or rum or whiskey he ever drank. Sam moaned deep in his throat as he
finished.
Panting, Sam looked down at Dean, who opened his eyes. Time moved in slow
motion for the younger Winchester as a bit of cum dribbled from the corner of
Dean's mouth and his younger darted out to lick it up.
"How about we relax for a bit...and then go for round two?~" damn Sam and his
sexy grin.
-end-
***** Angel of mine (Cas/Reader;Request) *****
Chapter Summary
     Rating: Explicit
     M/F
     Warnings: Wing kink, mild hair pulling, dom/sub relationship, very
     mild BDSM
     Reader x Winged!Castiel
     Requested by: Hipster_Nepeta
Every time Castiel wrapped his wings around you protectively in the presence of
Dean or any other guy that could steal you away from him, a slight trill ran
down your spine. You loved the airy feeling of soft black wings caressing your
body and the warmth of Castiel's chest pressed against yours. It was one of the
best things that came out of this relationship.
In bed, Cas was really rough with you. Sure, you loved the overwhelming
pleasant feeling of it, but you much rather loved the sweeter moments. The
moments when he'd pull you into his arms and let you stroke your hand through
the soft dark feathers of his wings. The moments when he'd whisper sweet things
to you or keep you completely safe wrapped in those aforementioned feathers on
the hunts he took you on with Sam and Dean.
Right now was not one of those sweet moments...
Cas had you pinned to a motel bed, a hand running up your chest and over the
soft flesh of your breasts. You moaned softly at the feeling which had Cas
taking off his trench coat quickly. He was already tenting in his black dress
pants and you noticed that almost right away. You wiggled under him slightly,
trying to pretend to struggle even as you softly pressed a knee into his groin
to give him some relief. "Aww...shhh, you'll be okay~ I'm not gonna hurt you~"
He whispered, his voice deep with arousal. Sometimes this honestly scared you
and you had to scream your safe word to get him to stop. Cas might have been an
angel, but he could seriously hurt some poor unwilling girl if he wanted to.
You didn't really understand where all of his pent up stress was held,
especially with the amount of confusion and happiness he put out for the world
to see.
You whimpered softly as he squeezed the round flesh on your chest and clapped a
hand around your mouth. This was how he liked it, rough and unwilling. You have
to constantly remind yourself that this is just a sexual roleplay and that once
Cas was satisfied he'd go right back to his gentle loving self. You wiggled,
struggling again. You couldn't speak behind his hand because it was so tight
around your mouth. Your eyes widened and you moaned when his free hand ran down
to teasingly touch you over your jeans. "Look at that~" he whispered softly,
smirking down at you. "You're so wet its starting to soak your jeans~" he
wasn't lying, you were really wet and really ready for him to just pull your
jeans off and fuck your soaked pussy. He pressed the heel of his palm against
where he knew your clit was under the fabric before softly moving his hand
around. You stuttered out a moan that sounded almost like a sob when he did
this, which gets him more turned on and you can see that in his blue eyes as
they darken even more.
Castiel slipped your jeans down off your hips. "I'm gonna touch you now
princess~" he said, his voice that perfect amount of husky and deep that you
love. You whimpered softly in response as he slowly reached forward and ran a
teasing finger over your clitoris. You gasped out, arching up into him and
trying to rock your hips up against his hand. He chuckled and pulled you
closer, easily slipping his cock into you. You weren't sure how he managed to
get himself out so quick, but you couldn't care less. At this point all you
cared about was having him buried inside you.
Angels were strange creatures, taking the fact that they didn't need sex and
couldn't procreate, but they wanted sex. Most angels were rough, that you'd
learnt through Sam and his various sexual rendezvous' with various angels. He
always said that those possessing male vessels were even rougher. You couldn't
understand why and obviously there wasn't anything in Angel lore that said
anything about angels liking it rough. You figured that one day you'd crack it,
but until then you'd just enjoy the sex.
It was all slick and hard, Castiel rocking the bed against the wall as he
fucked into you. You came and squirted around him various times, but you knew
that Cas could do this for a long time. Since a human vessel could ejaculate
but an angel technically could not, there was a long time between when you came
and when Cas came. He always filled you, and it was fully safe since he
couldn't get you pregnant. Children just weren't suitable for a hunter to have
around, which was the main reason you hooked up with Castiel. Dean was always
to busy with some random girl he found at a bar and Sam was to busy
researching, so neither of them would have had time for you. But Cas always
did, and you loved that.
Cas fucked you for three hours this time, and you loved every damned nanosecond
of it. He filled you so much that you were leaking before he could even pull
out, and that turned him on more so he ended up sleeping while he was still
buried in your pussy.
The morning after was even more fun, but that was another story for another
time.
~end~
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