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      Published: 2017-04-20 Updated: 2018-02-14 Chapters: 7/? Words: 6057
****** The Ideas of the People ******
by my_angel_misha
Summary
     Chapter 1: Information about Prompts
     Chapter 2: Destiel- Cas' Masturbation Lesson
     Chapter 3: Weecest- Fluff From Outside POV
     Chapter 4: Sabriel- Wing Kink
     Chapter 5: Dean/Cas/Human!Impala- Polygamy
     Chapter 6: Absolute Destiel Fluff
     Chapter 7: A Very Destiel Valentine’s Day
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Information *****
Okay, so... Ships I will write about are as followed, but certainly not limited
to: 
 
Castiel/Dean Winchester
Castiel/Sam Winchester
Sam Winchester/Dean Winchester
Castiel/Dean Winchester/Sam Winchester
Dean Winchester/Lucifer
Castiel/Lucifer
Sam Winchester/Gabriel
Possibly OC's, such as Human!Impala, Angel OC's...
 
I don't have too many boundaries, except for the usual, I suppose. (scat,
watersports, rape/non-consensual, usually) I suppose I'm not too fond of angst,
but I will write it occasionally, if my emotions permit.  
 
If I don't write your request, please don't get angry or feel bad. I promise to
try my best, but occasionally my boundaries will be stretched or reached. I'm
not an assertive person, for sure. 
 
Gay ships, here I come! I just adore my Dean, Sam, and Cas... (and on and on)
 
I'd imagine that my chapters or responses will be about 500-1000 words long,
but I'm not totally sure. I generally write things and think that they're super
long, and then I'm like wow, that was seven words long. 
 
Thank you in advance! I can't wait to see what amazing ideas you guys will have
to offer. Chances are, since I'm a busy bee, I'll most likely pick and write
the prompts that I like the most.
 
Side Note: I will never judge anyone for what they like, or would like me to
write no matter what, so go for it! Follow your heart, or dreams, or whatever
the kids say. Just because I don't write your idea doesn't mean I don't like
you or don't respect you or what you like in any way shape or form.
***** Destiel- Castiel's Anatomy Lesson *****
Chapter Summary
     Written for the prompt "Oh! It would be amazing to have an
     inexperienced Cas learning about his human body and the awkward
     erections it can cause. Dean would have to talk him through his first
     masturbation session, his first orgasm or his first wet dream. I have
     a thing for awkward but tender sex... haha xx"
Chapter Notes
     I hope this is decent!
Castiel was dying; he was sure of it. He had just been sitting in his bed, as
he normally did, except this time he was thinking about Dean. His mind had gone
a little off-track, and wandered to the image of Dean's face, his lips, his
freckles. How far did his freckles go? Where did they lead to? 
Castiel was hard. His vessel's penis seemed to be standing quite rigidly. This
had only happened during times of desperate need to urinate, but this felt
different somehow. It was throbbing. It was hot, and he could feel the heat of
the skin if he put his hand over his erection through his slacks. 
He needed to talk to Dean. What was he supposed to do about this dilemma?
Castiel stood and began to walk to Dean's room, his stride having an awkward
gait to it, as it wasn't exactly the easiest thing to do... To walk with an
erection, that is. 
He knocked at the elder Winchester's bedroom door, the heel of his hand
inadvertently coming down to press against the hot line of his erection through
his pants. 
Castiel heard a grunt come from the other side of the door, which he took to be
an affirmation of sorts. The newly human man walked into the room and gazed at
Dean, suddenly feeling awkward. Did friends talk to eachother about these sort
of things? 
"Dean... Hello, I'm here." Castiel said eloquently, giving the hunter a
slightly awkward half-smile. 
"Uh, yeah... I see that, man. There a reason you came here?" Dean asked, having
been lounging in his bed with a Vonnegut book.
Castiel nodded, his lips pressed into a firm line. "My penis is hard. I believe
that I have an erection." He said simply, staring Dean down, and frowning. 
Dean looked to have just about choked on his own tongue. "What?! Cas, dude- You
can't just- Guys don't... You don't just go around tellin' guy friends about
your disco stick." 
Castiel frowned and made a noise of thought. "Yes, perhaps, but I don't know
what to do about it." He said sullenly and glanced down to the tent in his
pants. It seemed that staring at Dean did nothing to help his erection subside;
in fact, it was more rigid that it was before, if possible.  
Dean furrowed his brows in confusion. "Dude, what do you mean? Rub one out?
Play with yourself. Make yourself feel good. Get off." 
"Get off?" Castiel questioned  "I'm not on anything. What do I get off of?" 
Dean pinched the bridge of his nose and groaned in exasperation. "You mean,
you've never... had one out?" He made a rather lewd gesture by his own crotch,
which made Castiel's frown deepen. 
"No." Cas said simply. "I actually have no idea what you're talking about." He
mumbled and chewed on his lower lip. 
"Okay, um..." Dean looked as if he seemed to be having an internal argument
with himself. "Okay, shut the door. Quietly." 
Castiel nodded slowly, still confused as to what was going on. He walked over
to the door and shut it quietly, standing back in front of Dean's bed. 
"Dude, sit down. You look like you're filing for fuckin' taxes." Dean mumbled,
running a hand through his hair. 
"Yes, okay..." Castiel nodded and took a seat on the edge of Dean's bed,
watching his fellow human curiously. 
"Cas, listen to me." Dean started, fixing Castiel with a pointed look. "Sammy
never hears about this. Never. Never." Dean looked like he was going to pop a
blood vessel in his face, but Cas didn't mention that. 
"Okay...?" Castiel said slowly. "What are your plans, and why are they so bad
that Sam can't hear about them, ever?" 
Dean licked over his lips nervously and glanced down to the bedsheets as if
they were the most interesting thing he'd seen all day. "I'm going to show you
how to masturbate." 
Castiel nodded slowly and glanced at Dean. "I've heard of that before. You're
going to show me how to please myself... sexually?" 
"Yes, I am. And this is not a gay thing." Dean mumbled and chewed at his lip.
"Take your pants off, man. You can't do this in your church clothes." He
mumbled, sighing. 
Castiel nodded and began to peel his pants off, but Dean stopped him.
"Wait... Wait, this'll work better..." Dean stood and gestured for Cas to lay
down where he had been a moment before. "Lay down where I was." He sat on the
corner of the bed and watched Cas stretch out. 
Castiel simply nodded again and pulled his pants off slowly, shimmying out of
them and setting them on the floor. 
"Good..." Dean commented, licking his lips as he eyed the tent in Cas' boxers.
"Now... Close your eyes. Think about something that turns you on. Someone
hot... Don't touch your dick yet. Take some time and touch your nipples, maybe.
Some guys like that." Dean liked that. 
Castiel let out a slow breath and closed his eyes, freckles and pouty pink lips
coming to his mind immediately. He unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off,
along with his tie. The blue-eyed man ran a hand down his chest, his breath
hitching as his fingers brushed over a nipple. "Mmm..." Cas moaned softly and
rolled it between his fingers, feeling it harden and become sensitive. He took
another moment, playing with the other and feeling his cock twitch in response.
"What now?" He breathed out, his voice a low growl. 
Dean shivered and licked his lips, eyeing Cas and shifting on the bed. "Yeah...
Yeah... Take your boxers off." He mumbled, opening his side drawer and grabbing
a small bottle of lube. That would make the road easier. 
Castiel's eyes cracked open slightly and met Dean's, noticing how the man
sucked his lower lip into his mouth and squirmed a little when Cas' thick cock
rose up to his stomach, the head slick with precum. 
"Gorgeous..." Dean mumbled under his breath, unaware that he'd said that out
loud. He handed the lube to Cas. "Squirt some in your hand and get it warmed
up... Then wrap your hand around your cock. Maybe play with the head some
first. The top part." He breathed out, barely a whisper. This was turning him
on considerably, and Cas hadn't even touched himself yet. 
Castiel nodded and swiped a thumb over the head of his cock, a soft gasp
leaving his lips at the stimulation. "Fuck..." He breathed out, his fingernail
briefly playing in the slit, which made his back arch. 
Dean was the hard and desperate one now, his darkened eyes locked onto Cas. Or,
his cock, more specifically. That was the first time he'd ever heard Castiel
swear, and it was beyond hot, and fucking filthy in the best way. 
Castiel groaned quietly and wrapped his hand around the base of his cock after
he'd warmed up some lube, his eyes fluttering shut as his head fell back. "Mm,
Dean... It feels so good." He slowly began to move his hand instinctually,
every nerve ending in his body completely overwhelmed by the desire he was
driven by.  
When Cas moaned his name, Dean just about came in his pants, barely
restraining himself from doing so. "Yeah, that's it, baby. Twist your wrist on
the upstroke. Keep touching the head. Feels real good, huh?" 
Castiel groaned in response, his hand speeding up on its own. He experimented
with how tight his grip was, and exactly how to twist on the upstroke. 
Pretty soon, to say the least, Cas was falling apart. His moans filled the
room, back arching occasionally when he played with the head of his cock. He
felt something building, but he wasn't sure what it was. "Dean... Dean- Mm...
It feels so good. So good." He breathed out, gasping softly. 
Dean licked his lips and eyed Cas, now resorting to rubbing at himself through
his pants. This was the hottest fucking thing he'd ever witnessed, and he'd be
damned if he turned down the opportunity to enjoy it. "Good... Yeah, baby. Fuck
your hand. Bet it feels amazing." 
Castiel's breath hitched as Dean spoke, only being able to nod. "I'm- I... I
feel something. Gonna-" He cut himself off with a gasp as he came, eyes rolling
back into his head. "Dean~" Cas moaned in a positively filthy manner, his back
arching up. 
Dean felt himself come inside of his pants a moment after Cas came. Jesus, he
wasn't a fucking teenager anymore, but that had been so hot. "Yeah, Cas..." He
whispered in awe and gazed at the dark-haired man. 
Castiel slowly made an attempt to sit up once he had calmed himself down,
licking over his lips. "Thank you, Dean. That was very informing."
Dean grinned lazily at Cas, leaning to kiss the angel's cheek. "Come back
anytime you might need a reteaching." He winked at Castiel, standing to change
into clean pants. 
"M'kay..." Castiel mumbled, but was already falling asleep. It seemed that his
first orgasm had really tired him out. He was completely asleep within
seconds. 
Dean opened his mouth to say something when he turned around, but shut it again
and smiled at the sight of Cas curled up in his bed. 
The hunter silently moved to lay beside the human, an arm gently looping around
his waist. "Night, Angel." He whispered and pressed a kiss to his forehead,
smiling fondly. 
Although Dean and Cas had been friends for years, Dean had a feeling that this
was just the beginning of their relationship. He couldn't help but smile. 
 
***** Wincest- Unintentional Voyeur *****
Chapter Summary
     Sam and Dean somehow attract a guest during their private time.
     Nobody used the classroom, so they thought it was harmless.
Chapter Notes
     Written for the prompt "Hi, my_angel_misha. Can you write a Wincest
     fic, top Dean, for them in a high school from outside POV /preferably
     a teacher/. Thank you!"
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Mr. Novak had just been walking on the fourth floor of the high school where he
taught. This floor was almost completely deserted. There were no classes
anymore. No used classrooms, no students; but sometimes he just liked to come
up here to think during his lunch break.
He was walking past room number 429 when he heard it: a moan. A rather loud one
at that. His eyes widened as he stood on his tiptoes to see through the small
window at the top of the door. 
Sam Winchester... He had the boy in his third period history class. Sam
Winchester was kissing someone, propped up against the teacher desk at the
front of the room. The other boy appeared older, and was very attractive, as
far as Mr. Novak could tell. He was unaware of the identity the older boy, as
he'd only seen him around a few times before. He knew him somehow, though.
Mr. Novak knew he shouldn't have stood there and watched, but Sam was making
these sweet little breathy noises that he could just barely hear through the
door. 
Very quickly in his mind, an image appeared of Sam on the first day of school,
getting out of a sleek black Chevy Impala, waving to his older brother... His
older brother. Oh my God. That's where he knew the older boy from. 
Sam Winchester was making out with his older brother. 
All of a sudden, a million different thoughts and feelings ran through the
teacher's mind. Wrong, dirty, bad... But these thoughts were also accompanied
by... Sweet, innocent, hot. 
This was wrong. He should leave. He needs to leave. 
Mr. Novak watched as Sam made a breathy noise and gripped Dean's hips, forcing
his older brother closer to himself and moaning softly. 
That was why he simply couldn't get his feet to move. 
He watched as Dean pulled away to suck wet kisses to the long column of Sam's
throat, trailing his tongue over a mark. The older boy's fingers tangled into
his younger brother's hair, licking a long stripe up Sam's throat. 
Castiel Novak felt his breath hitch in his throat as he licked over his dry
lips. It was wrong. It was so, so wrong. Yet... There was something that gave
him pause. For among the soft moans of the boys were soft praises as well; soft
declarations of love that made Cas' heart clench. Something so sweet and pure
couldn't possibly be wrong... right?
Dean eventually pulled away from Sam with a blinding grin, saying something
about how they should get back to class. 
Castiel got ready to bolt, but Sam only whined and nuzzled into Dean's neck,
saying something about staying longer to cuddle. The younger boy's eyes lit up
beautifully as he gave his older brother a large smile.
That simply couldn't be wrong. It couldn't. 
He watched as Sam wrapped his arms around Dean and placed his head on his
chest, a soft smile on the younger boy's lips. Dean reciprocated the hug,
nuzzling into Sam's hair and whispering all about how much he loved Sam. 
Castiel couldn't hear their words, but occasionally he could make out the words
'I love you' mouthed from Dean.
He should tell someone. He really should, but... There was something that told
him that he really shouldn't. Those boys had something in eachother that he
hadn't even seen between married couples. 
Cas eventually pulled himself away from the door and began walking back down to
his room, his mind in a fog. No. He'd leave those boys be. Nobody needed to
know about their obvious love for eachother. Even he himself had felt like such
an outsider to their safe bubble. 
Maybe Sam and Dean Winchester were just meant to be. Who knows? He sighed and
placed his head on his desk, closing his eyes. 
This was one secret that he could keep secret, for as long as it needed to be. 
Chapter End Notes
     I just had to make the teacher an older Cas. Whoops!
***** Sabriel- Wing Kink *****
Chapter Summary
     Written for the prompt: "I was wondering if you could possibly do one
     with Dean/Castiel or Sam/Gabriel with a wing kink? Telling how
     sensitive and erotic the wings can be...so sensitive that the angel
     can practically orgasm from them being played with."
Chapter Notes
     Leave me more prompts and I'll write them eventually :)
Sam and Gabriel were on the bed, making out as usual, when large golden wings
suddenly protruded from the archangel's back, causing Sam's jaw to drop in
awe. 
Sam broke away from the kiss to gasp, his eyes suddenly cast upon the three
pairs of wings. "Gabe, they're gorgeous." He breathed out and met his angel's
eyes again. "Can I touch them?" He asked warily. 
Gabriel licked over his lips and glanced at Sam, chewing at his lower lip. "I
mean... They're kind of sensitive, so be gentle." He murmured. "Other than
that... I guess?" The archangel murmured and glanced up to Sam. 
Sam grinned brightly and gently ran a large hand down the base of the top wing,
his fingers running along the feathers gently. 
Gabriel gasped softly, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure as he licked over
his lips. "Sam..." He breathed out, swallowing thickly.
The hunter was about to ask if he had hurt the angel, but... There was a look
on his face that alluded to the fact that he was most certainly not hurting the
angel. Perhaps, quite the opposite. "Oh, so they're that kind of sensitive."
Sam grinned slightly and ran a hand over the arch of the top wing again, but
more firmly. 
Gabriel moaned sweetly and closed his eyes, another quiet gasp leaving his lips
as his hands looked for a spot to rest on Sam's body. "Fuck, Sam... More- Touch
me more." 
Sam licked over his lips, his fingers trailing down to the middle pair of
wings. They played among the feathers, occasionally tugging on a group of them
gently. 
Gabriel was euphoric at this point, his smaller body shaking at the contact. He
had enough conscious thought to turn around with his back to Sam, so that he
could more easily access the appendages. 
The younger Winchester eyed Gabriel closely, admittedly quite turned on at how
high the angel was on the feeling of having his wings fondled intimately. He
grabbed a group of feathers gently and massaged his fingers into the flesh
underneath them, earning a loud gasp from Gabriel. 
The archangel's body was shaking quite violently, moans slipping out from his
lips one after the other, now. One hand was rubbing at his leaking erection
through his pants, practically on the verge of orgasm.
Sam hummed to himself and leaned to gently run his tongue over the fleshy arch
of the top of the wing, smirking wolfishly and leaving open-mouthed kisses
there. Of course his wings would taste sweet.
Gabriel gasped as he came immediately at the contact, a loud moan leaving his
lips. He practically came untouched at the hands (and mouth) of Sam. His small
body shook at the oversensitivity, slowly calming down with shaky breaths.
"Fuck." He whispered, tucking his wings against his back. 
Sam grinned brightly as he turned Gabe back around to look at him, his eyes
bright. "That was really hot." He breathed out and licked his lips, another
grin appearing on his lips. 
Gabriel rolled his eyes fondly and grinned tiredly. "Yeah, yeah... Now cuddle
me. I'm worn out." 
Sam snorted and wrapped Gabriel in his arms, pulling them into a laying down
position. "Love you." He murmured, nosing into Gabriel's soft hair. 
"Love you too, kiddo." Gabriel hummed, wrapping a wing around the hunter and
making him purr contently. 
The two fell asleep like that, pressed very close together and content in the
company of eachother. Gabriel just so happened to sleep for a very, very long
time. An orgasm like that wasn't something you got over quickly. 
Nnevertheless, he was in Sam's arms, so he slept peacefully, wrapped up in
dreams about the hunter. 
***** Dean/Castiel/Human!Impala *****
Chapter Summary
     Okay, so this was written for the prompt "Can you do a smut with
     Dean/Cas/Human!Impala"
     Heck yeah, I can! I love Baby with a passion.
     ((Ian Somerhalder as Baby 2k17))
     https://www.stormmanagement.com/artists/ian-Somerhalder
Chapter Notes
     It's kind of hard to write a threesome, I've realized. I suppose this
     is no particular POV.
     Mostly Dean's POV.
     This was not beta'd, so sorry for any mistakes!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Well, it certainly took some getting used to having the literal Impala walking
around the halls of the bunker, Dean's Baby, but he wasn't exactly complaining,
and neither was Castiel. 
Although Dean and Cas were dating, and completely, totally, and irrevocably in
love, they had been talking about adding a third person for their relationship,
even if only sexually. 
Baby was just the person for the job. He had a sharp-cut jaw, dark messy hair,
and bright blue eyes. In fact, Dean could see many similarities between Baby
and Cas. Quite frankly, the thought of them going at it turned him on way more
that it should've. Or, both of them using him thoroughly. The thought never
failed to turn him on.  
They needed a plan. Chances were, since Baby admitted to finding them both
attractive, (Baby had walked in on them making out in the kitchen once, and the
problem in his pants said more than enough, albeit wordlessly) he wouldn't have
any objection to getting down and dirty with the two. A simple invitation would
probably do just fine, and get the job done. 
So that's exactly what they did; enticed Baby. Dean and Castiel sat down on the
couch in the living area of the bunker, the hunter putting a hand on Cas' knee
as he leaned in to kiss him slowly. 
Baby usually came into the living room around this time of night to watch
television, and tonight would be no different, most likely. 
Dean started to get really into the kiss, letting out a shaky breath as his
tongue tangled with Cas'. No matter what, Cas never failed to get him going,
rather easily. Maybe Dean was just sensitive. He shifted onto Castiel's lap,
just before he heard someone clear their throat from behind the couch. Dean
smirked against Cas' lips and pulled away to gaze over the back of the couch
with half-lidded eyes, only to see a very flustered looking Baby standing
there. 
Castiel turned to peer at Baby as well, a clear smirk on his lips. "Why don't
you come sit down, Baby?" He murmured and patted the seat next to Dean and Cas.
"We wanna talk." 
Baby licked over his lips nervously and sat down next to them, clearly both
aroused and anxious about the situation. 
Dean eyed Baby as he sat, his eyes trailing down his body. Dean hasn't ever
been subtle, so... Here went nothing. "I want you to kiss me. And Cas, too... I
want you both to use me, as you please." He breathed out, only a ring of green
left in his eyes, replaced by dark pupil. 
Both Castiel and Dean noticed Baby's breath hitch in his throat, the dark-
haired man nodding quickly as he shifted on the couch. 
"Well... Kiss me then." Dean breathed out, his eyes fluttering down to Baby's
lips, looking more than eager. 
Baby nodded quickly and gently wrapped a hand around the back of Dean's neck,
slowly pulling him in for a kiss and beginning to work their lips together.
Dean moaned softly into the kiss, easily parting his lips for Baby and
shivering, pulling the Impala closer, although he was still on Castiel's lap. 
Castiel, never one to be left out of the fun, began to place kisses down Dean's
neck, making his boyfriend whine into Baby's mouth. 
Baby took the opportunity to lick into Dean's mouth, pulling the elder
Winchester as close as he could get him. 
The two were now feverishly making out, a dam of sorts seeming to have been
broken. Dean's hands were grasping at Baby's shirt, his hair; anywhere he could
get his hands, really. 
Dean eventually pulled away, gasping for air, his eyes wild with need.
"Bedroom." He breathed out, knowing that both men would understand. 
Castiel nodded and picked Dean up, motioning for Baby to follow them to Dean's
bedroom. He placed Dean onto the bed and grinned wolfishly, licking over his
lips. "Good boy." The angel whispered and kissed down Dean's neck, pulling his
boyfriend's shirt over his head. 
"C'mere, Baby." Castiel urged. "Dean loves having his nipples played with. I'm
sure he'd adore having two mouths on him at the same time. He's quite a slut
for that. Huh, sweetheart?" He asked Dean.
Dean whined in response, nodding quickly. "Please. Need to be touched. Touch
me. Both of you." He breathed out and pulled Cas closer, extending an arm for
Baby as well. 
"We're here, Dean." Baby hummed as he pressed close to Dean as well, leaning
down to tease one of Dean's nipples in his teeth, while Castiel leaned down to
lick at the other. 
They both worked their way down Dean's body, Cas moving to work Dean out of his
pants, peeling his boxers off as well. "Mm, look how hard he is for us, Baby."
He smirked, loosely stroking Dean. 
Baby groaned softly and eyed Dean. "He's so needy." He licked his lips and
leaned to trail his tongue up the shaft of Dean's cock, while Cas mouthed at
the head. 
Dean's eyes shut tightly as he moaned, opening his eyes again as he heard soft,
wet noises coming from Cas and Baby. The two were essentially making out around
the head of his cock, tongues twirling together near Dean's slit. 
He must've died and went to heaven. "P-please. Please! Need you inside of me.
Both of you." He whimpered, fisting his hands in their hair. 
Twin groans came from Castiel and Baby, two pairs of dark eyes snapping up to
meet his. Cas reached into the side drawer for lube, uncapping it and spreading
some along his fingers. "I'll get him ready." He breathed out, pressing a
finger into Dean. 
Dean moaned and reached to pull Baby into a kiss, soft noises traveling from
his mouth to the Impala's. Cas' fingers always felt so damn good. 
Castiel worked his way up to three fingers before pulling them out and watching
them both for a moment. "Baby, c'mere. You can go in first. I'm sure he's
desperate for a thick cock." 
A low whine left Dean's lips at the words, his legs spreading more, obscenely
wide. "Please, please... Need you." The slightly degrading dirty talk always
did something to him.
Baby licked over his lips and began to strip down, noticing two pairs of eyes
on him. He dipped his fingers in the lube and spread some along his cock,
slowly moving to between Dean's legs. "You ready?" He asked, his voice low and
gravelly. 
Dean whimpered and nodded, letting out a loud moan as Baby began to push into
him. "Baby, Baby, fuck..." He groaned and spread his legs more, eyes fluttering
closed as the man bottomed out and stayed there. 
"My turn." Castiel smirked and grabbed the lube, pressing a lubed finger to
Dean's rim and beginning to push it in slowly beside Baby's cock. "Tell me if
you need to stop." 
Dean moaned loudly and nodded, his hole clenching slightly. He felt so full
already, and he only had a cock and a finger inside of him. "More, Cas. More."
He whimpered. 
Castiel nodded and pressed a second finger into Dean, slowly, kissing down his
boyfriend's stomach. He eyed them both, eyes dark with lust. 
Dean licked his lips and whined. "I'm ready. Please, I'm ready. Please."
Castiel nodded and pulled his fingers out, lubing up his cock. "You're really
gonna have to relax, Dean." He murmured as he nudged at Dean's hole and slowly
began to push in with a groan, amazed at the tightness. "Fuck, Dean."
Baby let out a similar groan, loving the feeling of Dean's tight hole with
another throbbing cock next to his own. He made eye-contact with Castiel and
began to move slowly with the angel, his eyes squeezed shut in pleasure. 
Dean moaned loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure. The feeling was so
good, and so, so overwhelming. He felt so amazingly full. The Winchester knew
he wouldn't last long.
Both Baby and Cas knew that they wouldn't last long either, moving in a
synchronous rhythm of in and out, in and out. 
Castiel leaned down to kiss Dean heatedly as he began to feel close, licking
around his mouth and moaning softly. 
Baby pressed wet kisses along Dean's neck, feeling his balls begin to draw up
as well. God, he really wasn't going to last much longer. 
Dean moaned at all the stimulation, finally coming with a loud gasp and a moan
of both Baby and Cas' names, although it sounded garbled and messy.
Castiel groaned lowly into Dean's mouth, his own orgasm being triggered by his
lover's. He snapped his hips forward and came deep into Dean, feeling Baby's
cum mix and join his own. 
Baby moaned against Dean's neck as he came, his breath hitching in his throat
and fingers digging into Dean's sides. 
They all rested like that for a moment, before both Cas and Baby began to
slowly pull out of Dean, collapsing next to Dean, on each side of him. 
Castiel snapped his fingers to clean them up, still panting heavily as he
kissed Dean's cheek. "You did so well, sweetheart. So good for us." 
Baby hummed in agreement and kissed Dean's other cheek. "Amazing. So good." He
breathed out, his eyelids feeling heavy as he nuzzled into Dean's neck.
There was an unspoken sort of agreement between them, to all curl up and fall
asleep like that, Baby's face in Dean's neck, and Cas' head on Dean's chest.
They all slept peacefully that night, wrapped in eachother, their dreams
focusing on eachother as well. Each was content and happy in the warmth of the
others, and all slept through the night peacefully. 
Adding another lover to their relationship was gradual, and they never even
noticed that it happened over time, until they were all just dating. Dean, Cas,
and Baby made a wonderful trio, and they did everything together. To be
completely honest, everything was perfect. 
Dean and Cas were sure glad that they decided to let Baby in on their
relationship. It was the best idea either of them ever had. 
Chapter End Notes
     I felt like this was really bad, and confusing, but I'm posting it
     anyway. It's kind of confusing writing for three people, and I feel
     like it was boring.
     I'd love more prompts to write, so have at it. I love you all!
***** An Everyday Morning *****
Chapter Summary
     Well, this is just cute morning Destiel, and I don't regret a single
     word of it. Literally, this is tooth-rotting fluff.
Chapter Notes
     I need more promts, so hit me up! :)
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Castiel could wake up to this every morning of his life, and never get sick of
the sight of his Dean. His Dean was, for the lack of a better word, marvelous.
The elder Winchester was all long eyelashes, elegant smatterings of freckles,
and plush pink lips that had all the girls and guys sighing. 
But the other girls and guys didn't get to have Dean, and the proof was
currently resting on his left ring finger; it was a silent statement of gold,
wrapped around sterling silver. The inside of the ring had the words 'forever
profound' engraved in Enochian, the very words that were engraved on Castiel's
ring as well. 
Marriage was a picnic, and that's what surprised Castiel. He had always been
warned about the fights, the disagreements, the sparks dying, but that never
happened with Dean and Cas. Soulmates that were simply meant to be didn't have
arguments (or big ones, anyway. The cake vs. pie war was still going strong). 
Castiel was shook from his reverie as his husband opened his eyes to reveal a
shade of green that the angel had never known to exist before he'd met Dean. A
flash of white teeth appeared when the Winchester realized that Cas had been
staring. 
"You been starin' at me, Cas?" Dean questioned, his voice that rough baritone
that made Castiel's toes curl, and his soul sing. 
"Perhaps. You know that it's fairly inevitable." Castiel smiled back, his mouth
finding the hinge of Dean's jaw, where he left soft butterfly kisses. 
"Yeah, yeah." Dean mumbled, his smile breaking off into a yawn. "You're too
sweet for your own good, angel." 
Castiel raised an eyebrow to form a mock-stern look. "Dean, darling... You know
that I'm not an angel anymore." He whispered, smiling softly. Cas didn't even
feel the sharp tinge of loss or grieving for his grace anymore; Dean's love had
filled that hole a long, long time ago. 
"You'll always be my angel." Dean grinned, aware of how cheesy that sounded.
Dean was always such a sweetheart before his first cup of coffee. 
"I know." Castiel whispered, love shining brightly behind his deep cerulean
eyes. "And you'll always be mine." He cradled Dean's jaw in his hand, leaning
in to brush their lips together. "My righteous man." 
Dean's cheeks flushed pink as he mumbled something that was supposed to be
grumpy under his breath, but his growing smile told Cas otherwise. "You're too
sweet." 
"And so are you, so we're even." Castiel smiled and kissed Dean gently, sparks
flying as their lips touched. He would never get sick of the thrill of their
lips simply brushing together. 
You see, Dean Winchester was made for Castiel, and Castiel was made for Dean. A
truer bond had never existed, and their souls would forever find one another. A
bond of true love fears no sword, death, or even time. When you meet your true
love, time stops moving for a moment, but does it really start back up again? 
Castiel had been there since the beginning of time, but time had never truly
started for him until he had laid eyes on Dean Winchester. True love is forever
profound; a bond that cannot be broken by the strongest of foes. 
Even though Cas wasn't an angel anymore, he didn't worry or fret, for he longed
for nothing more than to grow old with Dean and live every moment with his
love. No amount of grace could ever compare to the love that Castiel felt for
Dean, every morning when he opened his eyes. Every morning, just like this one,
was the beginning of a new lifetime to spend with his sweetheart, Dean
Winchester. 
Chapter End Notes
     Leave me a comment with a prompt, and I'll try to write it as
     efficiently as I can.
***** Destiel Fluff For Valentine’s Day *****
Chapter Summary
     This chapter is pure fluff for Valentine’s Day.
     Any ideas in the comments will be indulged upon, most likely, so
     throw me prompt ideas!
Chapter Notes
     A Short Fluff!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Dean sighed happily as he shifted around on the big fluffy bed, his body
curling around his fiancé’s contently. It was Valentine’s Day, at exactly nine
am, and neither Dean or Castiel have had the willpower so far to leave the
bed. 
Both Dean and Cas were awake, but neither had spoken yet, not wanting to break
the serene silence that filled their ears and coursed mellowly through their
bodies like a beautiful melody of bliss.
These were the moments Dean lived for. Neither of them needed to speak to voice
their love; their actions were more than enough proof for that. Every whisper
of fingers along the other’s spine was a silent declaration of love that spoke
louder than words. Every tender kiss, placed upon soft skin voiced a reason why
Dean loved Castiel, and why the angel loved his hunter. 
Dean Winchester was quite simply in love with Castiel Novak (soon to be Castiel
Winchester), and he didn’t care who knew it. In fact, Dean quite preferred that
others did know. 
“My fiancé,” he’d always begin, a fond gleam in his eye and a smile stretching
his lips. The mailwoman knew, the Chinese food delivery guy knew, the guy at
the gym knew. 
Castiel was simply the part of Dean that couldn’t be replaced, changed, or
negotiated. Love wasn’t quite the word he’d use to describe it; Dean liked the
word devotion. It always struck something in his heart, and made his soul sing.
Yeah... He was devoted to Cas. That was it. 
Later that day, Dean and Castiel unwrapped eachother’s presents, stars in their
eyes. 
Dean had gotten Castiel a jar of organic honey, bee-printed socks, and a
necklace with angel wings on it and an engraving of his name in Enochian. 
The socks were the first to be put on, surprisingly enough. 
Castiel had gotten Dean a new hunting knife, a framed picture of them for their
room, and a cherry pie-scented candle. It was quite the variety, but Dean loved
Cas for his spontaneity. 
The picture was set up right away in their room. 
Dinner was made at the Bunker that night, because neither of them really felt
like going out all that much. Cas wasn’t fond of crowds, and Dean just wanted
the angel all to himself. 
Dean made angel hair spaghetti, much to the amused angel’s disbelief. 
No, Cas. If it was real angel hair, we wouldn’t be eating it. 
Lots of amused laughter and lingering glanced were to be had during the making
and eating of dinner. Nearly shy glances were made when the other wasn’t
looking, and fingers brushed under the table while hushed words were shared. 
In the darkness of their room, under the warmth of a comforter, Castiel made
love to his human, slow and passionate, and so full of love that it had Dean
fighting tears. 
Hands grasped at whatever skin they could find, and soft gasps were whispered
into ears, lips brushing the shells. 
Dean reaches his climax first; he always did, because Castiel made sure that
Dean was feeling his best before he let himself go. 
Strong arms wrapped around a freckled waist, and a button nose poked around and
nuzzled under an angel’s ear. Castiel’s musky scent made Dean sigh in bliss. 
They fell asleep like that, so very in love, and so very tired out from the
amazing day they’d had. Hearts fluttered together as Dean and Castiel drifted
off with thoughts of each other fresh in their minds. 
A profound devotion was to be had, past death do they part. 
Chapter End Notes
     This was just a short little bit of fluff I decided to write.
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