Warm On The Inside (Dean/Sam/Cas) NC17
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runedgirlTitle: Warm On The Inside
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raths_kitten
Gifter:runedgirl
Pairing: Dean/Sam/Cas
Rating: NC17/Explicit
Word Count: 1900
Warnings: Wincestiel threesome
Summary: The Winchesters and Castiel stake out a monster that only hunts in the rain. They get cold and wet. Then find a way to warm up… For the prompt “outside in the pouring rain”
Written for as a gift forraths_kitten for the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
spn_j2_xmas challenge.
Happy holidays, hope this hits the spot and warms you up too!
Christmas Eve, it’s supposed to be snowing. White Christmas, Santa, roaring fireplace, blah blah blah. Not this, this deluge of ice cold rain that feels like pin pricks everywhere it hits. Dean’s teeth chatter, and he scrubs his hands up and down over his biceps, trying ineffectually to warm himself through his soaked jacket and flannel shirt. Sam’s in no better shape; he mimics his brother, not because he thinks it will help, but it somehow seems the empathic thing to do.
“Fuckin’ rain,” Dean curses, shakes his head like a dog to get the drops out of his eyes. In the moonlight, Sam can clearly see the droplets clinging to his brother’s lashes. Dean has ridiculous eyes; nobody should have lashes so long that you can see rain cling to them.
They’re stuck here because the thing they’re hunting only hunts in the rain. Let it dry out and maybe it’ll die, but in between bad weather no one knows where the hell it goes, so this is their chance. They're huddled in the shadows, but there's no shelter from the pouring rain. It’s a blessing really, Sam thinks, as he rubs his arms again.Their chance to kill a monster; it's what they do.
“Jesus, I’m fucking freezing,” Dean complains, like Sam hasn’t noticed.
His brother is annoying. Especially those extra-long lashes, and the way the rain water glistens on his extra-generous lips.
Cas cocks his head. His face is just as wet, his ever-present raincoat not much of a barrier at this point. The moonlight makes his eyes even bluer than usual. Sam notices these things; it’s just how he’s built. He thinks that anyone would notice his brother’s and the angel’s attractiveness anyway.
“When the hell is it coming out?” Dean goes on. He’s whispering, but his voice is so gruff from the cold and the rain that it sounds more like a growl. Sam shivers.
“It may be a while,” Castiel pronounces, sounding grave and serious like he always does, and Dean huffs his displeasure, stomps his feet a few times to get the feeling back.
A rivulet of ice cold rain water sluices down the middle of Sam’s back and he flinches involuntarily. Dean notices; it’s just how he’s built.
“Here,” Dean says, and he reaches for Sam, pulls him in close.
Sam’s so caught off guard by the unexpectedly protective gesture that he overbalances, slams against Dean’s chest before he rights himself and turns around, his back to his brother.
They don't get physical that often; both know it's too dangerous.
“Asshole,” Dean admonishes, laced with affection. He manhandles Sam into a better position and wraps his strong arms around Sam’s body.
Sam huffs his annoyance, because it’s expected, but in less than a minute his brother’s warmth bleeds through his wet clothes and it feels incredibly good. He can feel Dean relax as soon as Sam stops fighting it.
“Here,” Castiel says, “let me.”
That’s all he says, but in seconds, there’s a burst of warmth spreading through Sam’s body, like he suddenly stepped into a hot shower instead of being stuck under a freezing rain.
“Oh fuck yes,” Dean murmurs behind him, his arms still tight around Sam.
Cas nods, looks back out in the direction of where they’re expecting the monster.
The rain is still falling, cold when it hits Sam’s head and shoulders, but the rest of Sam’s body feels so warm he’s surprised it isn’t steaming. The warmth isn’t just on the outside, it’s spreading now, sinking deep into his core. Sam has the sudden impulse to groan, it feels so good, and then the equally sudden realization that he’s getting an erection. The heat is there too, he can feel it deep in his belly, in the muscles of his thighs, between his legs. Behind him, Dean shifts and Sam can feel Dean’s hardness clearly.
“Shit,” Dean swears, his lips practically against Sam’s ear, and a full body shudder goes through Sam at the sensation. “Fuck, sorry Sammy, I just – it feels…”
He should step away, pry himself out of Dean’s arms, try to will his erection back down. But it feels so good right here, so warm and so right. Instead, Sam half turns his head, presses his cheek to his brother’s. He can feel the stubble there, the way it scrapes his skin. “I feel it too,” he says, and backs up just the slightest bit, presses against Dean’s dick where it’s poking his ass.
“Ah,” Dean groans, hips snapping forward, and the heat that was pooling inside Sam gets turned up to ten.
Dangerous; this is dangerous.
Sam slides his own hand down the front of his soaked jeans, palms himself a little.
Seconds later, it’s Dean’s hand there, tentative on top of his own. Sam slips his hand out, presses Dean’s fingers down hard where he needs them.
“Fuck,” Dean curses, but his hand is hot and sweet on the bulge in Sam’s jeans, rubbing up and down slowly, like he’s only trying to warm Sam up, not get him off.
“Cas, what’s happening?” Sam manages to ask, because this all started when the angel decided to warm them up.
“I thought it would help,” Cas shrugs, but Sam can see the mischievous sparkle in those blue eyes. “Help warm you both up,” he finishes, and doesn’t look away.
“Are—are you—watching?” Sam stutters, and Cas just shrugs again.
“Jesuschrist, that’s fucked up, Cas,” Dean says, and this time his lips brush Sam’s neck and then find the lobe of his ear and bite down just a little.
Sam makes a sound, slaps his own hand on top of Dean’s to press those teasing fingers in harder, and Dean chuckles darkly behind him.
“Okay Sammy,” he growls, “I’ll warm you up, little brother.”
It’s so wrong that it tears through Sam like molten lava, heating him up to boiling. “Please, Dean,” he moans, because he knows that will do the same to Dean.
Sure enough, Dean mutters unintelligible curses and grapples Sam’s zipper down. The denim is soaked, still cold and hard to maneuver. It takes far too long, but then Dean’s rough fingers are wrapped around Sam’s straining cock, hot and eager, spreading the slick there from root to head and up and down, circling the tip with one finger in a delicious terrible tease, until Sam’s knees are buckling and he’s pushing up into his brothers’ hand, desperate and wanton.
“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean croons, encouragement and depravity, and Sam comes, face upturned to the sky and rain water dripping into his open mouth.
He splutters, curses, rides out the wave of heat and pleasure until finally he can’t take any more and stumbles forward, breaking their contact.
“Holy shit, Dean,” Sam says when he can speak again. He’s still warm inside, but he can feel the cold rain more now that they’re separated. Dean is leaning back against the wall, wet hair plastered to his face making makeshift bangs and his eyes glittering green, pupils blown wide. His wet jeans don’t hide how his cock is straining at his zipper.
Sam goes to his knees without a thought, splashing down in a cold puddle of rain water. He unbuckles Dean’s belt as he hears the gasp of shock above him – and a matching one from Cas right beside them. Sam smiles to hear it; it’s not easy to shock an angel. Well fuck it, he started this.
“Sam, Sam, Sam, what,” Dean is babbling, but he’s not doing anything to stop it happening, so Sam tugs down the zipper and pulls him out. There’s a split second when a few drops of cold rain hit Dean’s erection and he hisses, tries to back away, but Sam holds him fast with hands splayed on hipbones and dives in, gets as much as he can in his mouth and sucks hard.
“HOLYFUCK!” Dean yells, and Sam fervently hopes the monster doesn’t pick this moment to make its long awaited appearance. Dean’s dick is hot and thick in his mouth and Sam never knew how much he wanted to take his brother apart until it’s happening, Dean’s hands tangled in his wet hair and Dean’s hips bucking under his hands. “Ohgodohgodohgod” Dean’s saying, and he sounds so anguished, so utterly undone, that it makes Sam’s spent dick twitch and try to fill all over again. There’s a burst of bitter on his tongue and Sam doesn’t pull back, just goes harder, as Dean starts to shake, his breathing rough and labored. He gives one more long low groan and comes, clutching handfuls of Sam’s hair as his fingers spasm.
Sam chokes, pulls off and lets the rain water wash out his mouth.
Dean is leaning against the wall like it’s the only thing holding him up. He looks like he’s just seen god, and Sam wants to laugh at that. This is definitely better.
Sam gets up, knees sore and shaky, tugs up the zipper on his wet jeans. Dean watches, belatedly does the same.
“What the hell’s got into you, Cas?” Dean finally says, and Sam looks at Cas more closely for the first time.
The angel looks almost as gobsmacked as they are. His eyes are wide, his hair darkened to almost black by the rain water, lips moist like they never are.
“Cas, are you? Is your – did you enjoy that?” Sam asks finally.
Dean looks confused for a second, especially when Sam steps up to Cas and parts his raincoat. Sure enough, Sam can see a bulge in the angel’s black pants.
“Can you keep watch and be pleasured at the same time, Cas?” Sam asks, and he knows he’s saying it coyly, but it’s worth it to see Castiel actually look flustered.
“I’m an angel, of course I can, but…”
That’s all he gets out before Sam goes back to his knees and pulls Cas out. He pauses, looks over at his brother. If Dean doesn’t want him to do this, he won’t; that’s a given. They're in this together, like always. Whatever this is.
“Dean?”
There’s a moment of hesitation, then Dean shrugs and grins. To Sam’s surprise, his brother drops to his knees beside him and nudges Sam over a little with one shoulder.
“You might have to give me some lessons, Sammy,” he says, and Sam’s eyes are as wide as Castiel’s above them.
It’s not true, though. Dean’s a quick study – or maybe this isn’t his first time after all. They don’t really share well, so there’s more bumping of noses and slurping on Cas’s dick than actual sucking, and at one point Dean’s tongue is in Sam’s mouth instead and Sam can’t help but keep it there for a few minutes, that heat blooming through his body once again.
“Mmm” Sam says, encouraging both of them, wraps his hand around the base of Castiel’s dick and pumps him the rest of the way, watching while Dean licks enthusiastically at the head and makes Cas shudder. They both sit back to watch when he comes, letting the cold rain rinse him off and watching the goosebumps raise the fine hairs on his thighs.
Dean leans in to kiss Sam again, and this time they both push into it, Sam grabbing his brother’s face in both hands to keep him there and kissing him hard.
“Here it comes,” Castiel says above them, and Sam wants to giggle at his melodramatic way of announcing their increasing excitement.
“The monster,” Cas hisses, and they break apart, spring to their feet with hands on guns. Dean wipes his hand across his mouth and shakes the rain water out of his eyes as Cas hurriedly buckles his belt.
“Let’s go,” Dean whispers, and Sam nods.
He thinks it’s sort of a shame they have to kill the thing, though, after what it inadvertently brought them.
Giftee:
raths_kittenGifter:
runedgirlPairing: Dean/Sam/Cas
Rating: NC17/Explicit
Word Count: 1900
Warnings: Wincestiel threesome
Summary: The Winchesters and Castiel stake out a monster that only hunts in the rain. They get cold and wet. Then find a way to warm up… For the prompt “outside in the pouring rain”
Written for as a gift for
raths_kitten for the spn_j2_xmas challenge.Happy holidays, hope this hits the spot and warms you up too!
Christmas Eve, it’s supposed to be snowing. White Christmas, Santa, roaring fireplace, blah blah blah. Not this, this deluge of ice cold rain that feels like pin pricks everywhere it hits. Dean’s teeth chatter, and he scrubs his hands up and down over his biceps, trying ineffectually to warm himself through his soaked jacket and flannel shirt. Sam’s in no better shape; he mimics his brother, not because he thinks it will help, but it somehow seems the empathic thing to do.
“Fuckin’ rain,” Dean curses, shakes his head like a dog to get the drops out of his eyes. In the moonlight, Sam can clearly see the droplets clinging to his brother’s lashes. Dean has ridiculous eyes; nobody should have lashes so long that you can see rain cling to them.
They’re stuck here because the thing they’re hunting only hunts in the rain. Let it dry out and maybe it’ll die, but in between bad weather no one knows where the hell it goes, so this is their chance. They're huddled in the shadows, but there's no shelter from the pouring rain. It’s a blessing really, Sam thinks, as he rubs his arms again.Their chance to kill a monster; it's what they do.
“Jesus, I’m fucking freezing,” Dean complains, like Sam hasn’t noticed.
His brother is annoying. Especially those extra-long lashes, and the way the rain water glistens on his extra-generous lips.
Cas cocks his head. His face is just as wet, his ever-present raincoat not much of a barrier at this point. The moonlight makes his eyes even bluer than usual. Sam notices these things; it’s just how he’s built. He thinks that anyone would notice his brother’s and the angel’s attractiveness anyway.
“When the hell is it coming out?” Dean goes on. He’s whispering, but his voice is so gruff from the cold and the rain that it sounds more like a growl. Sam shivers.
“It may be a while,” Castiel pronounces, sounding grave and serious like he always does, and Dean huffs his displeasure, stomps his feet a few times to get the feeling back.
A rivulet of ice cold rain water sluices down the middle of Sam’s back and he flinches involuntarily. Dean notices; it’s just how he’s built.
“Here,” Dean says, and he reaches for Sam, pulls him in close.
Sam’s so caught off guard by the unexpectedly protective gesture that he overbalances, slams against Dean’s chest before he rights himself and turns around, his back to his brother.
They don't get physical that often; both know it's too dangerous.
“Asshole,” Dean admonishes, laced with affection. He manhandles Sam into a better position and wraps his strong arms around Sam’s body.
Sam huffs his annoyance, because it’s expected, but in less than a minute his brother’s warmth bleeds through his wet clothes and it feels incredibly good. He can feel Dean relax as soon as Sam stops fighting it.
“Here,” Castiel says, “let me.”
That’s all he says, but in seconds, there’s a burst of warmth spreading through Sam’s body, like he suddenly stepped into a hot shower instead of being stuck under a freezing rain.
“Oh fuck yes,” Dean murmurs behind him, his arms still tight around Sam.
Cas nods, looks back out in the direction of where they’re expecting the monster.
The rain is still falling, cold when it hits Sam’s head and shoulders, but the rest of Sam’s body feels so warm he’s surprised it isn’t steaming. The warmth isn’t just on the outside, it’s spreading now, sinking deep into his core. Sam has the sudden impulse to groan, it feels so good, and then the equally sudden realization that he’s getting an erection. The heat is there too, he can feel it deep in his belly, in the muscles of his thighs, between his legs. Behind him, Dean shifts and Sam can feel Dean’s hardness clearly.
“Shit,” Dean swears, his lips practically against Sam’s ear, and a full body shudder goes through Sam at the sensation. “Fuck, sorry Sammy, I just – it feels…”
He should step away, pry himself out of Dean’s arms, try to will his erection back down. But it feels so good right here, so warm and so right. Instead, Sam half turns his head, presses his cheek to his brother’s. He can feel the stubble there, the way it scrapes his skin. “I feel it too,” he says, and backs up just the slightest bit, presses against Dean’s dick where it’s poking his ass.
“Ah,” Dean groans, hips snapping forward, and the heat that was pooling inside Sam gets turned up to ten.
Dangerous; this is dangerous.
Sam slides his own hand down the front of his soaked jeans, palms himself a little.
Seconds later, it’s Dean’s hand there, tentative on top of his own. Sam slips his hand out, presses Dean’s fingers down hard where he needs them.
“Fuck,” Dean curses, but his hand is hot and sweet on the bulge in Sam’s jeans, rubbing up and down slowly, like he’s only trying to warm Sam up, not get him off.
“Cas, what’s happening?” Sam manages to ask, because this all started when the angel decided to warm them up.
“I thought it would help,” Cas shrugs, but Sam can see the mischievous sparkle in those blue eyes. “Help warm you both up,” he finishes, and doesn’t look away.
“Are—are you—watching?” Sam stutters, and Cas just shrugs again.
“Jesuschrist, that’s fucked up, Cas,” Dean says, and this time his lips brush Sam’s neck and then find the lobe of his ear and bite down just a little.
Sam makes a sound, slaps his own hand on top of Dean’s to press those teasing fingers in harder, and Dean chuckles darkly behind him.
“Okay Sammy,” he growls, “I’ll warm you up, little brother.”
It’s so wrong that it tears through Sam like molten lava, heating him up to boiling. “Please, Dean,” he moans, because he knows that will do the same to Dean.
Sure enough, Dean mutters unintelligible curses and grapples Sam’s zipper down. The denim is soaked, still cold and hard to maneuver. It takes far too long, but then Dean’s rough fingers are wrapped around Sam’s straining cock, hot and eager, spreading the slick there from root to head and up and down, circling the tip with one finger in a delicious terrible tease, until Sam’s knees are buckling and he’s pushing up into his brothers’ hand, desperate and wanton.
“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean croons, encouragement and depravity, and Sam comes, face upturned to the sky and rain water dripping into his open mouth.
He splutters, curses, rides out the wave of heat and pleasure until finally he can’t take any more and stumbles forward, breaking their contact.
“Holy shit, Dean,” Sam says when he can speak again. He’s still warm inside, but he can feel the cold rain more now that they’re separated. Dean is leaning back against the wall, wet hair plastered to his face making makeshift bangs and his eyes glittering green, pupils blown wide. His wet jeans don’t hide how his cock is straining at his zipper.
Sam goes to his knees without a thought, splashing down in a cold puddle of rain water. He unbuckles Dean’s belt as he hears the gasp of shock above him – and a matching one from Cas right beside them. Sam smiles to hear it; it’s not easy to shock an angel. Well fuck it, he started this.
“Sam, Sam, Sam, what,” Dean is babbling, but he’s not doing anything to stop it happening, so Sam tugs down the zipper and pulls him out. There’s a split second when a few drops of cold rain hit Dean’s erection and he hisses, tries to back away, but Sam holds him fast with hands splayed on hipbones and dives in, gets as much as he can in his mouth and sucks hard.
“HOLYFUCK!” Dean yells, and Sam fervently hopes the monster doesn’t pick this moment to make its long awaited appearance. Dean’s dick is hot and thick in his mouth and Sam never knew how much he wanted to take his brother apart until it’s happening, Dean’s hands tangled in his wet hair and Dean’s hips bucking under his hands. “Ohgodohgodohgod” Dean’s saying, and he sounds so anguished, so utterly undone, that it makes Sam’s spent dick twitch and try to fill all over again. There’s a burst of bitter on his tongue and Sam doesn’t pull back, just goes harder, as Dean starts to shake, his breathing rough and labored. He gives one more long low groan and comes, clutching handfuls of Sam’s hair as his fingers spasm.
Sam chokes, pulls off and lets the rain water wash out his mouth.
Dean is leaning against the wall like it’s the only thing holding him up. He looks like he’s just seen god, and Sam wants to laugh at that. This is definitely better.
Sam gets up, knees sore and shaky, tugs up the zipper on his wet jeans. Dean watches, belatedly does the same.
“What the hell’s got into you, Cas?” Dean finally says, and Sam looks at Cas more closely for the first time.
The angel looks almost as gobsmacked as they are. His eyes are wide, his hair darkened to almost black by the rain water, lips moist like they never are.
“Cas, are you? Is your – did you enjoy that?” Sam asks finally.
Dean looks confused for a second, especially when Sam steps up to Cas and parts his raincoat. Sure enough, Sam can see a bulge in the angel’s black pants.
“Can you keep watch and be pleasured at the same time, Cas?” Sam asks, and he knows he’s saying it coyly, but it’s worth it to see Castiel actually look flustered.
“I’m an angel, of course I can, but…”
That’s all he gets out before Sam goes back to his knees and pulls Cas out. He pauses, looks over at his brother. If Dean doesn’t want him to do this, he won’t; that’s a given. They're in this together, like always. Whatever this is.
“Dean?”
There’s a moment of hesitation, then Dean shrugs and grins. To Sam’s surprise, his brother drops to his knees beside him and nudges Sam over a little with one shoulder.
“You might have to give me some lessons, Sammy,” he says, and Sam’s eyes are as wide as Castiel’s above them.
It’s not true, though. Dean’s a quick study – or maybe this isn’t his first time after all. They don’t really share well, so there’s more bumping of noses and slurping on Cas’s dick than actual sucking, and at one point Dean’s tongue is in Sam’s mouth instead and Sam can’t help but keep it there for a few minutes, that heat blooming through his body once again.
“Mmm” Sam says, encouraging both of them, wraps his hand around the base of Castiel’s dick and pumps him the rest of the way, watching while Dean licks enthusiastically at the head and makes Cas shudder. They both sit back to watch when he comes, letting the cold rain rinse him off and watching the goosebumps raise the fine hairs on his thighs.
Dean leans in to kiss Sam again, and this time they both push into it, Sam grabbing his brother’s face in both hands to keep him there and kissing him hard.
“Here it comes,” Castiel says above them, and Sam wants to giggle at his melodramatic way of announcing their increasing excitement.
“The monster,” Cas hisses, and they break apart, spring to their feet with hands on guns. Dean wipes his hand across his mouth and shakes the rain water out of his eyes as Cas hurriedly buckles his belt.
“Let’s go,” Dean whispers, and Sam nods.
He thinks it’s sort of a shame they have to kill the thing, though, after what it inadvertently brought them.
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Date: 2019-12-15 12:26 am (UTC)Okay, I’m kinda in a daze of hot. Favorite bits:
A rivulet of ice cold rain water sluices down the middle of Sam’s back and he flinches involuntarily. Dean notices; it’s just how he’s built. (especially love the parallel with how Sam’s built, and the parallel dangers)
They don't get physical that often; both know it's too dangerous.
Dangerous; this is dangerous.
“Jesuschrist, that’s fucked up, Cas,” Dean says, and this time his lips brush Sam’s neck and then find the lobe of his ear and bite down just a little.
It’s so wrong that it tears through Sam like molten lava, heating him up to boiling. “Please, Dean,” he moans, because he knows that will do the same to Dean.
“Yeah, Sammy,” Dean croons, encouragement and depravity, and Sam comes, face upturned to the sky and rain water dripping into his open mouth.
That’s all he gets out before Sam goes back to his knees and pulls Cas out. He pauses, looks over at his brother. If Dean doesn’t want him to do this, he won’t; that’s a given. They're in this together, like always. Whatever this is.
It’s not true, though. Dean’s a quick study – or maybe this isn’t his first time after all. They don’t really share well, so there’s more bumping of noses and slurping on Cas’s dick than actual sucking, and at one point Dean’s tongue is in Sam’s mouth instead and Sam can’t help but keep it there for a few minutes, that heat blooming through his body once again.
Agh, molten boiling hot, you’re amazing. <3
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