Part 16: Lube and Lace

Part-Specific Info
Dean, Charlie,
Het, Slash, Enema, Fingerfucking, Cunnilingus, Shower Sex, Panties, Crossdress, D/s, Group Sex, Rimming, Spanking, Anal Sex, Fingerfucking
Summary Dean gets his first taste of what morning prep should’ve been like all along, then Charlie goes shopping for Dean.

Dean woke up alone in bed. Gabe and Cas had both had to get up early, and before they left they’d kissed him goodbye, telling him to sleep in, which he’d gladly agreed to do. He rolled around in bed for a while, enjoying the laziness. He had an appointment later in the day, but this morning he could do whatever he wanted to.

“Hey,” Charlie said from the doorway, waving at him.

“Hey, Charlie,” Dean said, his voice scratchy from sleep.

“The guys told me to let you sleep in,” she said. “I’m usually up by five or six in the morning, but I don’t know what your schedule is like. If you want to stay in bed for a while, I can find something else to do.”

Dean smiled as he rolled himself over, sitting on the edge of the bed, wiping the sleep from his eyes. “I’m up. I usually get up early, but the guys told me to chill out. I’ve been half asleep for the last hour or so anyway. I don’t think my body would let me sleep past ten in the morning,” he said, shaking his head and looking over at the clock, which read quarter to ten.

“Cool!” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

Dean realized she was already dressed for the day in jeans and a red baby doll shirt with iron man on the front. She didn’t have any shoes or socks on and he found it very sexy that her toes were curling into the carpet as she talked to him.

“So you ready?” she asked.

Dean looked up at her, probably looking very confused, but he wasn’t fully awake yet. “Huh?”

“You’re adorable when you’re confused,” she said as she walked into the room.

She ran her fingers over his scalp, cupping the back of his head in a casual gesture that instantly warmed him, and he leaned into the touch, a small smile on his face.

“C’mon,” she said, leaning down and kissing his forehead, “I can’t wait to see what you’ve got under those clothes.” She winked, then turned and headed for the en-suite bathroom.

Dean’s cock took a moment to fully realize what she’d said, but it quickly woke up the rest of the way and twitched. He heard Charlie looking through the cabinets in the bathroom, then the water starting. He was suddenly unsure how he felt about Charlie doing this. He didn’t know her very well. Sure, she was hot, but even with Missouri and Meg talking about preparation, he was a little hesitant.

He wanted it to be awesome. And he had a feeling Charlie could make it a nice experience. It wasn’t his favorite thing in the world to do, but he already knew she wouldn’t make him feel funny about it. The fact that she’d asked for the job had to mean she really liked it herself, right?

Dean wondered if he should bring it up as another rule to ditch, but as soon as that thought hit him, he remembered how Meg and Missouri talked about preparing a carus, how much Charlie wanted it, and he decided to see how this went before bringing it up. If it was that awesome, why ask that it stop?

He stood up, then remembered he’d slept naked. He sighed, mentally shrugging. She was going to see him naked eventually anyway. As he padded across the floor, he tried to think of non-sexy things to keep his dick under control. He had no idea how Charlie would feel about him walking in with a semi.

Dean stopped in the doorway, staring at a very naked Charlie, bending over a little as she attached the hose to the shower system. She looked over her shoulder and smiled at him.

“Get in!” she said as she finished with the hose, then walked to the other side of the bathroom and grabbed two towels.

“You’re, I-ah, okay,” he said. He’d been around plenty of naked women. If she wanted to do this naked, he shouldn’t say anything and possibly miss out on naked chick if she thought he was uncomfortable and put her clothes back on.

Her tits were perfect, like nearly all tits were, because they were tits. Even after he stepped into the shower and closed his eyes, hand on the tiles, he couldn’t get his dick to ignore her body. She stepped into the shower behind him and messed with the water temperature. He faced the tiles, his side to her, hoping she wouldn’t notice his rapidly growing erection.

Dean flinched when the water started coming out of the shower head, not expecting it, and he was glad she wasn’t looking at him. When he felt soapy hands on his back, he froze.

“Nice shoulders,” Charlie drawled as she ran her hands over his arms and shoulders.

He needed a shower anyway. He just hadn’t expected to be washed. He let himself relax. If she wanted to wash him, he wasn’t going to complain. A small noise that was somewhat like a whimper came out of him as she pressed her body against his back.

“You okay?” she asked, her arms wrapping around him to work on his chest.

Dean chuckled. “Kevin never washed me,” he said. He really hoped she wouldn’t mind his rock hard erection.

“Aww,” she said, then kissed his back, “that’s half the fun!”

“Fuck,” Dean growled as her hands moved down his stomach and she started washing his dick and balls. He really hoped it didn’t offend her.

“Somebody’s happy to see me,” Charlie said, and from her tone of voice, she had to be smiling. “Now if I could get the rest of you to enjoy this, it would be perfect.”

Dean chuckled nervously. “I’m kinda new to this. I fought Kevin on it, so he wasn’t able to really make it enjoyable for either one of us. And I didn’t know how you’d react to Little Dean being up for a shower.”

Charlie snorted. “I’d be insulted if he didn’t wanna play.”

Dean chuckled again, relaxing more as her hands moved down his legs. He yelped as she bit his left ass cheek, then he smiled. This was quickly becoming awesome. And once he thought about it, he realized she’d probably known all along he was getting hard, that he was nervous. She was an empath. And by not soothing him like a skittish animal, she was letting him save face.

Charlie washed his feet, her fingers slipping between his toes quickly and efficiently. “Well, since you’ve never had anything but a perfunctory morning prep, then I think you’re going to have a great time. Relax and enjoy it. I like it so much I would’ve fought Kevin for the privilege if he’d offered a battle.”

“Really?” Dean asked. “I mean you sounded like you really wanted it, but I didn’t realize you wanted it that bad.”

Her hands moved up the backs of his legs, her right hand going between his cheeks as her left hand slid across his stomach and chest, then she pinched a nipple. He grinned. Yeah, this was awesome.

“Yep,” she said. “I love doing this. Being carus, you’ve got so much responsibility that it can get to be too much, weigh you down. Starting out the day all fresh and relaxed and feeling a little pampered, that sounds like something I’d want if I were in your position, so I love being that, doing that for you.”

“That does sound nice,” he agreed, then turned as she grabbed his left arm and pulled him to face her.

“Your turn,” she said, holding the bottle of body wash out to him.

He took the bottle from her, then stood there, probably looking a bit confused for a moment as she held her hands out to her sides.

“Oh,” he said, shaking his head. “I get to do you?” he asked, a grin on his face.

“Hell yeah!” she said with a nod. “Unless you don’t want to,” she said, a smirk on her face as if she already knew there wasn’t a chance he’d refuse.

“Awesome,” Dean whispered as he squeezed soap onto his hand, then set the bottle on the ledge to his right. “Sarah’s not gonna kill me, right?” he asked, his hands inches away from her wet body.

Charlie snorted. “The only reason she’s not in here fingering herself is because this is something private. It’s all about you, not her and not me.”

“Oh, it’s a little bit about you,” Dean said with a nod as he ran his hands over her shoulders, down her arms, between her fingers. His hands moved back up to her shoulders, then down her chest. He didn’t hesitate as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs flicking her nipples.

Charlie moaned, and she reached out with her right hand, taking hold of Dean’s cock. She stroked it with a soapy hand. Dean smiled down at her, his hands sliding over her stomach, around her sides, and he pushed up against her as he washed her back, his cock almost painfully hard. The thought of it leaking precome onto her stomach thrilled him.

“Of course it’s a little bit about me,” she said softly. “A guy like you gets off on making others happy, which is why I’m giving you permission to touch and do anything you want in here within the limits of what Cas, Gabe, Sarah, and you have decided on. This is your time, and as long as we get the preparation in there at some point, you can eat me out or fuck my ass every morning.”

Dean groaned, long and loud as his hips twitched, fucking her fist. He pushed between her cheeks with the fingers of his right hand, letting the soap run over the delicate skin there, but not doing anything more than washing her.

“Or I could blow you every morning,” she said, chuckling when he swore. “I mean it. This is your time.”

Dean leaned down and nibbled at her neck, scenting her even though she mostly smelled of shower soap. He’d be able to pick her out of a crowd now, and it calmed his inner instincts, knowing another member of his house was in his scenting memory.

“Do you mind fingers inside you?” he asked, mouthing at her neck.

“Fingers are good,” she said, her hand moving faster on him, “both in my ass and in my pussy. I’m just really sensitive, so I don’t like rough fingerfucking in my pussy. Sarah has fucked me with a strap-on, but it was too much in my pussy.”

“That sucks,” Dean said, a hand on each of Charlie’s ass cheeks, squeezing and massaging them.

“I have plenty of fun, so don’t feel bad for me,” Charlie said with a chuckle. “I’m one of those rare women born with extended nerve bundles.”

“I’ve never heard of that,” Dean said, wondering if he’d be able to figure out what she was saying if she got technical because she was so good at handjobs his brain might check out of the conversation soon.

“My asshole is extra sensitive to stimulation,” she said, pushing her breasts against him as he reached between her ass cheeks to run a finger over her asshole. “It stimulates my vaginal area, including my clit and vaginal opening, making me spasm like I’m being fucked in my pussy.”

“So can you come like that without anyone touching your clit?” Dean asked.

“Yup,” Charlie said.

“Wow,” Dean said, impressed and turned on by the idea. “Is your clit too sensitive?”

“Nope,” she said, then nibbled at his chest. “I love having my clit played with. It’s way up inside me that’s too sensitive, which is why dicks and strap-ons don’t feel good.”

“So you don’t mind?” he asked.

“Not at all,” she said, changing how she stroked him, pointing his dick up and stroking him between their bodies. “In fact I have a higher-than-normal libido for a beta, and Sarah makes sure I get plenty of sex.”

Dean’s hips twitched, fucking up into Charlie’s hand again. “I’m gonna come if you don’t stop,” he growled into her shoulder.

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, leaning against him, her breasts brushing against him, her belly bumping into the underside of his dick, his balls sliding against her.

“Hell no,” Dean said. “Can I make you come?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” she said with a nod, brushing her nose and cheek against his chest. “If you play with my clit, I’ll come faster.”

“I have something else in mind,” he said, grunting and fucking her fist as he came, the thought of what he was about to do to her pushing him over the edge. As soon as he could kneel without faceplanting in the shower, he dropped down, not caring that the floor of the shower was hard.

“Oh!” Charlie moaned as he leaned in and licked at her pussy lips.

The water cascaded down her back, so he didn’t have to worry about getting a face full of water. He pushed his tongue between her lips, flicking her clit and grinning as she gasped and spread her legs, her hands smacking against the tile as she awkwardly tried to keep herself from falling. He put his hands on her outer thighs, a sure hold in case she lost her footing and slipped.

“Oh, I-oh!” Charlie said, her voice breathy and a little higher than normal. “Dean, oh, yeah, yeah,” she said, her thighs shaking as she panted.

Dean pushed the flat of his tongue against her clit, testing out how sensitive she was. She gasped and shook, but didn’t pull away, so he pushed harder, wiggling his tongue. As soon as she pulled back, he eased off, making a mental note of what was too much for her, flicking his tongue back and forth.

She whined, the sound making his cock twitch even though he’d already come. He flicked up and down and she let out a squeal. He tried not to chuckle, knowing he’d found exactly what she liked.

“Dean! Dea-yeah, yes! Dean!” she yelled, pushing against his face as she came, her whole body trembling.

He was careful, paying close attention to every move she made, every noise that came from her so he didn’t ruin her orgasm by overstimulating her. He didn’t shove his tongue into her hole, but instead gently licked over it, enjoying the taste of her.

When she grabbed his hair and pulled his head back, he let her, looking up at her with a grin, her slick all over his mouth.

“Now that’s how you start the morning,” she said, her voice a little slurred.

Dean chuckled. “I’m happy to be of service.”

She crouched down and licked at his face, cleaning him up. He moaned, getting a huge kick out of the broad swipes of her tongue, catching every bit of the mess she’d made on him. When she was done, she stood up and grabbed his arm, pulling him up too.

“C’mere,” she said, turning him toward the wall of the shower. She flipped the shower head off, making the water come out of the hand-held hose instead, then grabbed a tube of lube from the shelf. “I wanna get my fingers in that cute ass of yours.”

Dean smiled, spreading his legs. She was gentle with him, rubbing her breasts up against him as she pushed her fingers into him. It made everything less clinical and seemed more like they were having some kinky fun, especially when she would lean in and kiss his back.

Charlie pushed the hose into him even more gently than she’d been with her fingers. “Gabe told me to be extra careful with your hole for a few days,” she said.

Dean winced. “Yeah, Kevin got a little rough.”

“That never should’ve happened,” she said softly.

“I know,” Dean said. “I won’t push you like I did him. And I won’t be pushing him again either.”

“No,” Charlie said, looking up at him with an intensity in her eyes that made his breath catch. “That never should’ve happened,” she said, her words clearly enunciated, and he got the feeling she was trying to make a bigger point than the words might seem to convey.

Dean turned to the tiles again. He didn’t get the feeling she was upset at him for what had happened. In fact he knew without a doubt Kevin was the one she was referring to. Dean wondered what it meant for the relationships in the house.

The rest of them had forgiven Kevin, as far as he knew, but Charlie and Sarah hadn’t been in the house for the discussions between everyone. They hadn’t seen Kevin’s remorse, hadn’t seen the sincerity.

He’d talk with Benny and Sam about it, let them know they should watch Sarah and Charlie to make sure they didn’t hold a grudge. If they viewed the preparation as a special time every morning like Missouri and Meg did, maybe they wouldn’t be able to let it go.

“Hey, wash my hair while I’m filling you,” Charlie said, and when he looked down at her, the severe look on her face was gone as if it was never there. She was smiling and her eyes were bright.

“Okay,” he said, grabbing the shampoo bottle and squirting some onto his hand.

It was a little awkward, but he twisted at the waist, running his fingers through her hair and scratching gently at her scalp, grinning when she moaned with pleasure.

“Hold it,” she said in warning, then pulled the hose out of him, giving his ass a little pat.

She turned the valve on the splitter again so the flow of water came out of the shower head, then she stepped back under the spray, leaning her head back and rinsing the soap from her hair. When she was done, she poured some shampoo on her hand and started washing Dean’s hair. He bent at the waist so she could reach everywhere.

“I usually hate holding it for a few minutes,” Dean commented, his eyes closed. “It’s nice to have the distraction from the stomach cramps.”

“I have great hands,” she drawled.

He chuckled. “Yes, you do,” he said. She took hold of his arm and led him under the spray of water and fluffed his hair to get the shampoo out.

“You don’t have bad cramps, do you?” she asked once he stepped out from the under the spray.

“No, it’s just not my favorite feeling in the world,” he said as she rinsed the rest of his body, running her hands over him.

“Are you comfortable with me staying in the bathroom,” she asked, “or would you rather I wait in your room and I can lube you up in there?”

Dean opened his mouth, ready to say he didn’t want her in the bathroom while he released the water, but she seemed so casual about it, so accepting.

“Do you usually stay in the bathroom?” he asked, rubbing his stomach.

“Becky was fine with me staying,” she said with a shrug, “but I’ll understand if you’d rather I leave. It doesn’t bother me either way. You’ve already seen that I’m doing this for you, not me, so it’s completely up to you.”

Dean nodded. “Okay, I think I’d rather have some privacy, but you’ve been so awesome about this so far, there’s a part of me that thinks I might change my mind about it in the future.”

Charlie’s face lit up with a huge smile and she clapped. “Yay! I’m so excited I make you feel comfortable!” she said, and Dean could practically feel her enthusiasm. “You just made my day!”

Dean chuckled, shaking his head as she walked out of the bathroom, a bounce in her step, dripping wet. She left the door open, and he didn’t bother to close it. He finished up, then wiped down the bathroom, tossing his towel into the hamper as he walked out.

She was standing in the middle of the room in Green Lantern underoos and a matching bra. He nearly tripped over his own feet when he saw her. There was a plain white tank top and jeans draped over the bed, both of which looked as if they’d fit Charlie, and to the right of those was a pair of his dark jeans, an undershirt, and one of his nicer button-down shirts. She must’ve known he had an appointment later that required slightly nicer attire than his every-day clothes.

“Are you dressing me?” he asked with a grin.

“I can stop if you don’t want me to,” she said, squirting some lube onto her fingers, “but I got in the habit of doing it for both Sarah and Becky.”

“I don’t have a problem with it,” he said with a smile, shaking his head. “I just didn’t realize everything you’d be doing for me.”

“Oh, I’m full-service, baby,” she said with a wink, then gestured toward the end of the bed. “Now bend over. I didn’t get enough of that cute ass yet this morning.”

He chuckled, bending over and resting his hands on the end of the bed, then spreading his legs. She made him feel good about himself. He knew he had a nice body, but she made it seem like a pleasure to touch him. If he would’ve known pampering could feel like this without awkwardness and condescension, he’d have been excited about it from the beginning.

“Tell me if this hurts at all,” Charlie said as she spread his cheeks. “I’m being gentle, but Gabe said you had a little tear in there, and the water and stretching could’ve irritated it, which is why I’m lubing you up even though your ass if off limits for a few days.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said.

“Oh, you’d better knock that shit off,” she said with a chuckle. “I’ll end up humping your leg multiple times a day if you’re all gentlemanly and calling me ma’am.”

“In case you’re wondering, I wouldn’t mind the leg humping,” he said with a grin, even though she couldn’t see his face.

Charlie snorted. “Yeah, but I wouldn’t get anything done around here.”

“Again, I don’t have a problem with that,” he said.

“You’re cute,” she said, pulling her fingers out and giving his right ass cheek a smack. “All done.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” he said, grinning as he picked up his jeans, looking for his boxers.

He saw Charlie pull her jeans on, but she didn’t say anything as he lifted his shirts off the bed, checking for the missing underwear.

“Where are my boxers?” he asked, turning to her with a shirt in one hand and his jeans in the other.

“You don’t get boxers today,” she said, her voice playful.

Dean chuckled. “And why’s that?”

“Because,” she chirped, pulling her shirt over her head and down over her breasts, “I needed a few pairs of your underwear so I can compare sizes at Victoria’s Secret later today.”

Dean’s jaw dropped, and he could feel the blush on his face. He was probably blushing all the way down his neck.

“I can’t wait to see you in panties,” Charlie said, her voice low and so fucking hot that Dean’s cock twitched and he groaned.

“Now I have to go to the appointment with a hard-on,” he grumbled.

“Aww, poor baby,” Charlie said, walking over to his dresser and pulling out his socks, then tossing them on the bed. “I’m sure the look on their faces will make everything worth it.”

“Gabe seemed kinda into it,” Dean said with a shy chuckle as he sat down on the bed and pulled his socks on.

Dean knew she could’ve said something about how nice the new panties would feel, how sexy he would feel, but instead she’d focused his attention on how his mates would react to it. It was telling of how well she already knew him. If he could focus on his mates, he wouldn’t have time to freak out.

“Yeah, everybody’s gonna be into it,” she said, leaning down and kissing his cheek. “Including me,” she said, then left him sitting on the bed nearly drooling after her.


By the time Dean got back home that evening, his cock was half hard. He’d been able to control himself while he was dealing with business, but on his way out to the car after being in a nearly two-hour meeting, he’d let himself think about what Charlie had said earlier.

He had no idea exactly what she was getting other than panties, but the thought of wearing whatever color or style she’d picked out thrilled him.

Dean pulled into the driveway, pushing down on his cock to get it under control before getting out. As he made his way to the door, it opened, and Charlie stood there with a smile on her face.

“Hey, handsome,” Charlie said, opening the door wide for him. “How’d it go?”

“Not too bad,” he said. “I’m not a big fan of meetings, and there were plenty of stupid questions asked, but I lived.”

She took him by the hand and led him upstairs. “They didn’t wear you out, did they?” she asked.

Dean chuckled. “No,” he said, and he knew she was feeling him out, checking to see if they needed to forgo whatever they had planned so he could rest. “It wasn’t a big deal.”

She led him into the room he now shared with Cas and Gabe, then left him standing in the middle of the room. She closed the door, and Dean thought it was an odd thing to do, but he wasn’t complaining.

Charlie smirked. “I wanna surprise them,” she said, tilting her head toward the door in explanation for closing it.

Dean chuckled. “Oh, okay,” he said with a nod. “They don’t know?”

“We talked about it some this morning,” she said, “but they don’t know what I bought.”

“Awesome,” Dean said with a grin.

“I’m hoping it’ll be a surprise for you too,” she said as she walked up to him. “I already told you what I was getting, but I don’t know you all that well yet. If you don’t like any of what I got, I want you to say something. Don’t worry about hurt feelings or anything.”

“Okay,” Dean said with a nod.

She grinned and let out a little noise of excitement. “Strip!” she said, waving her hands at him.

Dean chuckled. “Yes, ma’am.”

Charlie groaned. “You’ve gotta stop that. It makes me wanna do bad things to you.”

“And that,” he said as he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall on the bed, “only makes me want to say it more.”

Charlie snorted. “I’m not a typical beta,” she said. “You might be sorry you didn’t heed my warning.”

Dean unbuttoned his slacks and dropped to the floor. “I never assumed you were a typical beta. I grew up with a beta who had an honorary title in the house. Betas in alpha houses are never typical, and I can see a lot of things in you I like.”

“Thank you,” she said, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Dean didn’t bother putting anything away, just kicked the clothes and shoes to the side and stood before her naked. She leaned in and scented him.

“Am I presentable?” he asked.

Charlie moaned. “I was going to have you shower if you smelled like anyone else, but you’re letting off enough alpha pheromones that a shower would be cruel to the rest of us.”

Dean chuckled, relaxed with her in a way that he wouldn’t have been before this morning. She made everything seem simple and right. He knew it was just the beginning of her life in the house, but if this was any indication of what was to come, he was completely satisfied with the choices that brought her here.

“Okay, moving on,” she said, shaking herself out of the moment. She walked over to the dresser, picking up the pink striped shopping bag with the Victoria’s Secret brand on the side.

Dean’s cock, which had already been half hard, twitched as he thought of what could be inside the bag. Charlie set the bag on the bed, then reached into it. She pulled out a pair of green mesh panties with white lace trim around the waist and legs, complete with a little green bow in the middle of the lace trim.

“Fuck,” Dean groaned, grabbing the base of his cock.

Charlie let out a throaty chuckle. “You like?” she asked, though she clearly already knew he was thrilled with them.

“You have chosen wisely,” Dean said.

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Oh,” she moaned. “Nobody told me you were a geek,” she said, and Dean could smell her arousal.

Dean chuckled. “Don’t tell anybody, especially Sam. He has no idea.”

Charlie grinned. “I won’t tell, but I may need some geeky nothings whispered in my ear every now and then. Sarah’s clueless when it comes to that shit,” she said, rolling her eyes.

“As you wish,” Dean said with a nod.

“Stop,” Charlie growled, though she was grinning. “I’ve got plans to take you downstairs and let everyone make you feel as good as possible, and if you keep it up, I’ll conveniently forget those plans and keep you here all for myself.”

Dean laughed. “Okay, I’ll stop.”

She sniffed the panties, and Dean felt his cock twitch again. “I asked for panties without any scent on them so we’d smell nothing but you,” she said as she knelt down in front of him. “Oh,” she said as she looked at his crotch, “do you want me to shave you or is neatly trimmed good with you?”

“I’ll leave it up to you,” he said with a shrug.

Charlie snorted. “If I shave you, I’ll end up humping you because I have a bit of a shaving kink.”

“I’ll make a mental note to save that for another time,” he said, lifting his left leg and stepping into the panties she held out for him.

“Do you like shaving?” she asked him.

“I don’t have a particular kink for it, but I’m all for something that gets someone else off,” he said, stepping into the panties with his right foot.

“I knew you were one of those guys,” Charlie said as she slowly pulled the panties up his legs.

Dean knew what she was doing. He’d heard how sensual empaths could be, and it wasn’t until she was inching the panties up, blowing over the tip of his dick with a little puff of air that he realized Kevin hadn’t been this way with anyone, especially Dean. He wondered if it was because Kevin was both an empath and a warlock.

He wouldn’t have ever called Kevin sensual, and yet Dean knew it was a strong trait in empaths. Vic was a low-level empath, not strong enough to ever receive an honorary title in an alpha house, but the man was very sensual. He was graceful and comfortable in his own skin.

Charlie was comfortable in her own skin, and though she wasn’t as graceful as Vic, Dean was sure that was because of her personality, especially now that she was placing a kiss on his hip and smoothing the material up and over his ass cheeks, making his skin tingle with anticipation and excitement. He quickly forgot about his concerns over Kevin as Charlie gazed up at him.

She used her index fingers to pull the material away from him, then up and around his cock, leaving just the tip poking out the top over the lace as she stood up, giving his ass a little smack.

Dean couldn’t speak. He was so turned on, and the atmosphere in the room was so charged with sexual energy that he felt as if a word spoken out loud would break the magic.

Charlie reached into the bag again, pulling out a white button-down shirt in his size. He pushed his arm through one sleeve, and she walked around behind him, helping him put his other arm through, then dragging it up over his shoulders.

Dean almost forgot to breathe as Charlie came around to stand in front of him, buttoning his shirt starting at the bottom, working her way up as she placed light kisses on his chest.

“You ready for dinner?” she asked, her voice soft so as to not disturb the mood.

“I don’t get jeans,” he said instead of asked.

She grinned. “You might be able to get some socks out of me, but beyond that, no. You’re as dressed as I want you to be right now.”

If anyone else would’ve said that, Dean might have felt a little twinge of defiance or anger, but with Charlie it was almost a tease, and he would swear the way she said it implied she wanted it, that she liked how he looked, and that she was getting a kick out of it.

Dean couldn’t figure out if she was doing it because she knew him that well already, knew that he’d be more willing to do what she told him to do if he knew she wanted it or if she really did want it herself.

He mentally shrugged, realizing he didn’t care. Either way, she wanted him to go downstairs in nothing but his panties and a white dress shirt.

His panties. His cock twitched again as he let that thought sink in. She’d gone out looking for these. She’d looked through countless other pairs and chose these with him in mind. She’d even asked for unscented panties. And it was all because he’d mentioned it to the others, because they’d remembered and told Charlie about it.

Dean tried not to dwell on the fact that it was all for him. He’d be blushing by the time he got downstairs. Well, he might be blushing anyway, but at least he could focus on them and their reactions instead of feeling like he was on display.

As Dean stood there lost in his thoughts, Charlie started undressing. Her jeans dropped to the floor, and he didn’t pay attention until her shirt was tossed onto the bed.

“What are you doing?” he asked, confused.

“I bought something else,” she said, standing there in nothing but the Green Lantern underoos and matching bra she’d had on this morning as she reached into the bag one more time.

Dean groaned as she pulled out a sheer black dress. As she pulled it on, the sleeves went down to her wrists and the hemline of the dress was so short it barely covered her ass. He didn’t know what was sexier, the fact that it was so snug he wanted to run his hands all over her or the fact that he could see her geeky underwear through the material.

It certainly wasn’t a dress for wearing out in public. Since she’d pulled it out of the same bag his panties had been in, she must’ve purchased the dress just for him. He was sure Sarah would get some use out of it as well, but he knew Charlie had gone into the store and searched for this with him in mind. It meant more to him than he could say.

“Not that I’m complaining by any means,” Dean said, knowing what she’d done, but wanting to hear her say it, “but is this for Sarah or can I drool over this too?”

Charlie chuckled, wrapping her arms around his waist and pushing her breasts up against him. “I know you have a hard time being the center of attention, and I’m giving you a distraction so you can forget about yourself and have a good time wearing your sexy panties.”

Dean shook his head, very impressed by her. “You are awesome,” he said, cupping her face and kissing her cheek. “Totally awesome.”

“I know,” she said with a smirk, then took him by the hand. “I’m also starving! And I think Nick has outdone himself with dinner.”

Dean trailed along behind her, focusing on the way the dress accentuated her cute little ass. She held his hand all the way to the dining room, and by the time he got there, he realized she’d succeeded in making him forget that the plan was for the attention to be on him.

“Have a seat,” Charlie said, gesturing to the empty chair between Cas and Gabe.

Cas’ eyes widened, his mouth partially open as if he was about to say something, and Gabe didn’t even have the ability to smirk as he looked Dean over. Dean tensed a little, and he didn’t look at the rest of the people sitting around the table, knowing it would make him more uncomfortable to have all those eyes on him.

Dean sat down, keeping his eyes on Charlie. She walked up to Sarah’s chair and leaned down, kissing Sarah on the lips, the dress riding up and showing the undercurve of her ass cheeks. Dean couldn’t decide whether to watch the deep kiss Charlie and Sarah were sharing or the way Charlie was pushing her ass out and nearly squirming where she stood.

He knew she was doing it for him, and he felt himself relax, a smile on his face as she finished her kiss with a little lick to Sarah’s bottom lip. She turned to sit down, using both hands to push her hair back. When Dean finally got up the nerve to look around the table, everyone but Gabe and Cas were looking at Charlie. Gabe and Cas were looking at Dean.

“What’s for dinner, Nick?” Charlie asked, tilting her head down to the dishes on the table as if to remind Nick there was more to the evening than a show.

“Oh,” Nick said, flinching as he sat back in his seat. Kevin tried to hide a smile as he watched a flustered Nick look at the plates as if he’d never seen them before.

Kevin cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention. “Chicken Florentine over pasta and a side of garlic bread,” he said as he gestured to the dishes in the middle of the table.

“Thank you, Kevin,” Charlie said with a wink.

“I’ll start passing them around,” Nick said, grabbing the first platter and passing it to his right before taking any of it himself.

Dean shivered as Gabe’s left hand came to rest on his right thigh, and he tried not to squirm as Gabe leaned in and kissed his cheek. The panties felt amazing, and every move he made reminded him they were there.

Benny served himself, then passed the platter to his right. “I think we need to make sure all of us are on the same page,” he said, taking control of the conversation.

Sam nodded as if he knew Benny was going to say that, so Dean assumed they’d talked about it earlier in the day.

“I know the primes filled you in,” Sam said, gesturing to Sarah and Charlie, “but the rest of us have known each other for a while.”

Nick had regained his composure and nodded in agreement with Sam. “Kevin moved here from Canada after he graduated from high school, but the rest of us grew up in the same city, went to the same school, even if I didn’t really hang out with the rest of them as kids,” he said with a shrug.

“We’d like to get to know you,” Sam said, “because on paper you guys are awesome enough, but then what you did yesterday made a huge impression on all of us. It’s not an interrogation or anything,” he said with a goofy smile.

Dean nearly forgot he was sitting there in nothing but panties and a button-down shirt. His brother was blushing and being generally adorable with Sarah, and Dean couldn’t help but grin.

“Okay,” Sarah said with a nod. “We grew up in Arlington, Texas,” Sarah said, glancing at Charlie, giving her a little smile. “Our parents were best friends, and even so our parents were all surprised we connected at such a young age.”

“I declared her my mate when I was three,” Charlie said with a chuckle, and everyone at the table either chuckled or made a little noise like “aww.”

“Our parents thought it was just a stage at first,” Sarah said, shaking her head. “They realized it wasn’t that simple when the neighborhood bully pushed Charlie into a puddle of mud.”

“Oh, it was amazing,” Charlie cooed. “I can still remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. Sarah came running from the other side of the swing set, growling and snarling away, her hands balled into fists,” she said, her eyes wide and her fists in the air to demonstrate, “and Lilith had no idea what was going on.”

“I tackled her,” Sarah said with a grin. “Lilith was two years older than me, a strong alpha, and if the situation had been different, she probably could’ve beaten me in a fight. But I had her down on the ground before she could react, punched her in the face, and was about to give her one more punch for good measure when my mom pulled me off her.”

“Sarah still swears she wasn’t going to do anything more than that second punch,” Charlie said, nudging Sarah with her elbow.

“I wasn’t,” Sarah said, scowling at Charlie. “Lilith was already crying and baring her neck.”

Charlie giggled. “I know, sweetie,” she said, then kissed Sarah on the cheek. “She saved me from the evil bully, and as soon as her mom pulled her back, she came running over to me, and got me out of the mud. She wrapped her arms around me and growled “mine!” as she brushed the tears from my face. I never felt so safe in my life.”

“So yeah, our parents realized we were serious,” Sarah said with a nod. “We had a claiming ceremony when we graduated from high school.”

Dean shivered as Gabe’s hand moved up his leg, Gabe’s little finger brushing the crotch of the panties. He nearly dropped his fork, and he was glad he managed to keep hold of it. Gabe’s smirk, had he dropped the fork, would’ve made it obvious to everyone what he was doing.

“Sarah and I have also known from a young age we’d be in an alpha house one day,” Charlie said. “Sarah’s magics and my empathic skills were strong even when we were little.”

“And whenever they tested us together,” Sarah said with a grin, “we’d blow them all away. Even when we were little, we had a lot of control over our powers, and by the time they tried to teach us how to boost our powers, we’d already been doing it for nearly two years and didn’t realize it was something that needed to be taught.”

“Our combined powers come close to a level nine sorceress,” Charlie said.

“And Charlie even has the ability to pull in other warlocks or sorceresses when the two of us combine our powers, boosting everyone and mixing powers at will,” Sarah said.

Dean knew it was very rare for a mated couple to do that. Low-level mates couldn’t focus on more than one person at a time, meaning they could only focus on their mate. Even some mid-level mates couldn’t boost the powers of more than one person at a time, let alone mix the powers of multiple magics. Dean had no doubt the two of them would test at a level nine when they worked together, possibly even ten.

“We were on a waiting list as soon as we turned sixteen,” Sarah continued, “and we were assigned to the Euless Alpha House in Texas with the hopes of one day taking over the Arlington Alpha House.”

“It started out a little rocky,” Charlie said, “but things were good for a while after we worked out some of the problems.”

“But,” Sarah drawled, “we knew there were bigger problems that needed to be fixed.”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah, and the four of us tried to make it work.”

“If Jake,” Sarah began, but stopped, shaking her head, then looking down at the table, flustered.

Charlie leaned up against her, and Dean couldn’t be sure, but the way Sarah’s shoulders suddenly relaxed and he way she looked up at them again made him think the two of them had shared some telepathy. It was almost as if Charlie had said something to reassure Sarah, but maybe Sarah had just pulled herself back together.

“Jake’s death came at a horrible time,” Sarah said. “When he died, I think it was the straw that broke the camel’s back.”

Charlie nodded. “I think we all had a chance to still work things out before then. There might have been a few reassignments, but instead things just fell apart over the next few months.”

“We were sure we’d be left on a waiting list indefinitely,” Sarah said with a smile, “so when the Austin Alpha Prime House told us they wanted to assign us here, we were thrilled.”

Sam leaned forward. “If you don’t mind my asking, were you still staying at the Euless Alpha House when they reassigned you?”

Sarah shook her head. “No. After I called them in, the other members of the house were asked to leave. Tessa wasn’t asked to leave, but she wanted a break. Charlie and I were taken to the Austin Alpha Prime House where we stayed for a few months.”

“They offered us counseling and healing,” Charlie said. “Eve, one of the primes, was a level ten sorceress, and her mate, Cara, was a level nine empath. They worked with us more than the rest of the house members, and it was amazing.”

Sarah sighed. “I wish Tessa would’ve come along with us. They could’ve helped her.”

Charlie gave Sarah a little smile. “She’ll come around,” she said softly.

“I know,” Sarah said with a nod and a smile. “Anyway, we’re thrilled to be here. We’ve heard some great things from the primes about you, and we checked around with some people in Palo Alto who have dealt with you and were very happy with what you guys are doing.”

Dean’s eyes widened with surprise. “I didn’t realize you’d contacted people in the city.”

Charlie snorted indelicately. “You would’ve done the same thing,” she said with a grin.

“Yeah,” Dean admitted with a nod, “but it tells me more about the two of you. You just earned a lot of points in my book.”

“Ooh! Points?” Charlie asked, straightening in her chair, one eyebrow raising. In a stage-whisper she said, “Do I have more points than Sarah yet? You can tell me. I won’t tell her.”

Dean chuckled. He’d known that referring to a points system would excite her. “You both racked up quite a lot of points doing what you did yesterday, but I have to say you pulled ahead with your thoughtfulness,” he said, keeping it vague.

Dean purposely kept a strong picture in his head of both the morning preparation and what he’d felt when Charlie had pulled the dress out of her bag so he’d feel more comfortable in his panties. He knew the moment she’d read his mind because her posture changed, her shoulders dropping a little, her head tilting to the side, and a warm smile gracing her lips.

“You’re welcome,” she said softly, then pushed something back at him.

Dean frowned for a moment, because he didn’t know exactly what he was sensing. It had never been this way with Missouri, Sam, or Kevin. It wasn’t a pressure like when Missouri wanted to check him over, it wasn’t an intrusion like when Kevin examined him after the tatzelwurm, and it wasn’t pushy the way Sam could sometimes be, even though Dean didn’t mind because it was just Sam.

This was completely different. He felt as if he could taste the essence of Sarah on his tongue. He couldn’t describe it any other way unless he could say he’d eaten the word meaning Sarah, yet it wasn’t overwhelming.

The rest of it, that was all Charlie. He felt as if he could say or do anything he wanted and it would be just between them, no hard feelings and no judgment. She showed him a scenario where he made all the decisions and told everyone else what to do.

It wasn’t explicit, but Dean immediately knew she was asking him if that’s how he wanted the evening to play out, because in the next moment she showed him a scenario where she called all the shots, letting him just enjoy what was happening while still being an active participant.

When he focused on her calling all the shots, her face blurred, a mixture of everyone else at the table causing the face to morph. If he would’ve seen it in real life, it might’ve startled him, but the way Charlie did it, the ease of everything, he knew exactly what she meant. She was offering him the chance to pick who called the shots.

He grinned, looking directly at her as he focused on nothing but her, everything that made up Charlie in his mind. She smiled, giving him a nod to show she got the message.

Dean realized that the rest of them had been talking while he’d had the silent exchange with Charlie, and by the time he looked around at them, Nick and Kevin were clearing the table.

Cas leaned against Dean, his lips brushing Dean’s ear as he whispered, “It’s up to you who is involved in the fun. If you want to dismiss anyone or do this in private with one or more of the people in this house, even if it doesn’t include me or Gabe, it’s okay. Gabe and I want you to enjoy this, and there will be no resentment on the part of anyone.”

Dean turned his head, kissing the corner of Cas’ mouth, then rubbing his nose over Cas’ skin until his lips were brushing Cas’ ear, a mirror of Cas’ earlier position. “Let’s have an orgy,” he whispered, then smiled as Cas shivered.

“Dean!” Cas nearly yelped, grabbing Dean’s wrist.

“Yeah?” Dean asked, surprised by the little outburst.

“I love you,” Cas said softly, looking Dean in the eye. “You don’t have to say it back, but you needed to know,” he said, an intensity to his words that took Dean’s breath away.

Dean smiled, taking Cas’ hand in his own. “Thank you, Cas,” he whispered.

“And you need to know you can trust me to keep my emotions under control,” Cas said. “I’ve growled, been possessive of you, but as long as you know I love you, that you’re my mate in all ways save our claiming ceremony, then anything else is just having fun.”

Dean’s throat felt tight. Cas had awkward timing, which Dean knew full well was part of his charm. If they were in their room, somewhere else, less people around them, Dean could throw him down and show him exactly how much the words had meant to him by mapping out Cas’ body with his tongue and lips.

Instead, Dean said something he knew would mean the world to Cas. “I trust you, Cas,” he said.

The smile on Cas’ face told Dean it was the perfect thing to say. Cas stood, using the hold Dean had on his hand to yank Dean up as well.

“Orgy?” Cas asked, his head tilted to the side.

Dean chuckled. “Well, maybe not an orgy. How about just a mind-blowing amount of sex,” he said.

Gabe walked around them, coming up behind Cas and kissing his neck. “I like that plan,” he said, then took off toward the living room.

Just as Dean tensed up, thinking about what awaited him in the living room, all the attention on him, Charlie’s hands were on his chest as she squeezed herself against him, her left side up against Cas as she wriggled.

She grinned up at him. “Did you tell Cas about my matching bra and panties?” she asked sweetly.

Dean chuckled. “No, I think I forgot to tell him about that.” He looked Cas in the eye and said in a very serious tone of voice, “Never forget to mention a woman’s panties when she’s picked them out just for you.”

Cas smirked, his hands coming up and smoothing over Charlie’s shoulders, as if he just couldn’t help himself and wanted to touch. “I’ll remember that,” he said.

“Cas,” Dean said, then took a step back, taking Charlie with him. He held her against his front and pointed at her ass with his right index finger. “Green Lantern panties. Totally sexy in a geeky way,” he said with a grin, then he gestured toward her upper back. “Matching bra with little power rings all over it. Again, sexy in a geeky way.”

Cas nodded, paying attention as if it was the most important information he’d ever learned. “And the dress?” he asked, again reaching out and running his hands over her body.

Dean grinned at Cas and stage-whispered, “It’s for me.”

Cas’ eyes widened, and he looked at the dress with new appreciation. Dean wasn’t sure, but because Cas could be almost scary at times with his perception, he thought there was a good chance Cas knew exactly why she’d bought the dress.

“You still wanna play with me, right?” Charlie asked, rubbing up against him.

His upstairs brain decided to let the downstairs brain go ahead and have fun. Or maybe his downstairs brain demanded it. Either way, Dean nodded, his body tingling with excitement as she let out a noise of happiness and took his hand, leading him to the living room.

As Dean walked in, he was relieved to see that only Gabe looked up at him, watching him, though Kevin did turn and take a good look himself before returning to his conversation with Nick.

“Tell me who you want naked,” Charlie whispered, “and who has to keep their clothes on.”

Dean grinned as she pushed a picture into his head, a scene where Sam was in nothing but his jeans, Sarah was in her bra and panties, and the rest were completely naked, save he and Charlie in their outfits.

“You have great ideas,” Dean said softly so no one else would hear.

Charlie nodded, then left him standing there as she walked to the middle of the room, near the coffee table. “All right,” she said, a commanding tone to her voice, “you!” pointing at Sam, “Everything goes but the jeans.”

Sam grinned and immediately started stripping as instructed. Dean was trying not to laugh as everyone turned their complete attention to Charlie, waiting for instructions.

“Sarah, my love,” Charlie said, “bra and panties only.” She turned to Benny, then flapped her right hand at his midsection. “Take it all off,” she said with a grin.

Dean did end up chuckling out loud because Benny blushed. He didn’t think Benny could be taken down by a perky little beta, but apparently he could. Dean had another picture pushed into him. One where Kevin was still completely dressed save his shoes. Dean didn’t know why Charlie had pushed it at him, but she must’ve had something planned so he nodded.

“Kevin, shoes off,” she said, pointing at him. “The rest of you, follow Benny’s lead and take it all off.”

Dean chuckled again as everyone scrambled to obey. He suddenly felt a rush of pride. No one was treating her like a second-class citizen. He didn’t think any of them would, but to see it in action warmed him. She was in complete control of a roomful of alphas, and she was practically glowing with excitement.

Charlie walked back up to Dean when she saw everyone was obeying her. “Now,” she said softly, “who would you like to fuck?”

Dean squeaked. Then he blushed, hoping no one heard the squeak. This would be the first time he’d be fucking someone else in the house in a group setting like this. His cock twitched, and he was reminded that he was wearing panties. It was the first time he’d thought about it since he was in the dining room.

“Oh, I, uhm,” he started, unable to decide as he looked around the room.

“Kevin’s cock is still out of commission for fucking anyone,” Charlie whispered, a grin on her face, “and your ass is still out of commission for being fucked. Hmm, what a coincidence.”

Dean looked down at her, surprised by what she’d said. Not because he’d forgotten, but because she seemed almost excited about the fact. She wrapped her arms around his midsection and kissed his chest.

As he reached up to run his hands over her back, he thought about why his ass was out of commission, and though he was fine with it, didn’t need to be fucked, and was rather excited over the thought of fucking someone else, he felt a little anger over why, a little angry at Kevin.

Everything over the last few days had happened so fast, a whirlwind of activity and people in the house, and he hadn’t really processed it all. But now that he was standing there, his asshole injured because of Kevin’s immaturity and desire to be higher in rank than him even when Dean was physically stronger, even when Dean had a perfectly valid reason to be higher in rank than him, he felt anger.

Then he thought about Kevin’s injury, which never would’ve happened if Kevin had treated him the way Charlie had been. And she’d only been here a short time. Already he trusted her so much that he’d have to say, if it came down to a life or death situation, he’d pick Charlie to have his back over Kevin.

His head was spinning, and his stomach started to ache as he remembered Kevin forcing him kneel in the salt. That was such a sick thing to do. Why hadn’t he realized before just how sick it was? Why hadn’t that been the incident that prompted a call to the primes?

His mom had been right. It was a form of torture. And Kevin would’ve done it. He would’ve fucked Dean right there in the salt if Sam hadn’t come into the garage. And worst of all, Dean would’ve let him! What the fuck was wrong with him that he would let anyone do that to him?

Dean flinched as someone touched his arm. Someone who wasn’t Charlie. He looked down to see Kevin’s wide eyes, a worried look on his face.

“Are you okay?” Kevin asked quietly, obviously keeping this just between the three of them.

Dean realized he hadn’t been breathing. He gulped in some air, spots floating in his line of vision. As the dizziness went away, he smiled down at Kevin, remembering the infection of yellow magics, the reason behind what Kevin had done to all of them. It hadn’t been his fault. There was no reason to be angry at Kevin.

“I’m good,” Dean said with a nod.

Kevin’s worried expression went away, replaced by a big smile. “Cool!” he said.

His anger was gone, his stomach no longer ached, and he remembered why they were in the living room. He looked down at Charlie, grinning. “I wanna fuck Benny while he eats Sarah out. And if it’s all right with you, I’d like someone, even if it’s not me sometime tonight, to fuck your ass, because it’s an amazingly cute ass on a very geeky-sexy woman.”

Charlie giggled. “Any requests besides that?” she asked.

“The rest is completely up to you,” he said. “It’s actually really fucking hot that you’re telling all these alphas what to do,” Dean said with a wink.

Charlie blushed a little. “I really like telling them what to do,” she whispered.

“Well, get to it,” he said with a shrug, then smacked her ass.

She gasped, then groaned, her whole body shuddering. “Oh fuck,” she breathed.

Dean smirked, then looked over at Sarah, who was smirking right back at him. “I’ve gotta remember to take advantage of that sometime,” he said to Sarah.

“If you do it right,” Sarah said, “she can come just from being spanked.”

“Oh,” Gabe groaned, squeezing the base of his cock. He took a few deep breaths. “I’m gonna teach you exactly how to do that right,” he said to Dean. “Hands-on experience after I get you to come the same way.”

Dean’s cock twitched again. He still didn’t know if he would like being spanked for fun, but the thought of Gabe trying and the mental image of trying it out on Charlie, working at it until he had it right and made her come with Gabe’s help? Yeah, he liked that.

“Next time,” Charlie said, the authoritative tone back as she stepped away from Dean, backing up two paces. She ran her hands over her sides, her stomach, and cupped her breasts. “Right now, we’ve got panties to show off.”

Dean felt himself flush, but with Charlie standing in front of him, keeping his eyes trained on her own panties, he didn’t feel as self-conscious.

“Nobody has seen yours yet,” she said playfully, “so I think you should give them a little peek of that very sexy ass of yours in those pretty panties.”

Dean blushed as everyone cheered and whistled, but instead of feeling more self-conscious, it turned him on. He was wearing panties. It was something he’d wanted to try again ever since Rhonda convinced him to try it out.

He reached down and started to pull the back of his button-down shirt up. He went slowly, pushing his ass out, then watched as every eye in the room was trained on his ass.

Gabe groaned and Dean heard a muttered “fuck” from Sam. He dropped the shirt again, and there were a few groans of disappointment. Dean grinned. He looked back at Cas, wanting to know what he thought of the whole thing and was very pleased to see that Cas was not only hard and leaking, but he also wasn’t posturing or staring down anyone, just as promised.

Dean suddenly got an idea and pushed it to Charlie. She moaned and walked to the side table to the right of the couch, opening the drawer and pulling out the lube, then tossed it at Gabe, who caught it with a look of surprise.

“First you’re going to get on your knees,” she said to Gabe, and Dean chuckled as Gabe immediately dropped to his knees, “then you’re going to eat out Cas. Make him good and messy, then stretch him with the lube.”

Dean grinned as he heard Cas’ breath hitch. Gabe crawled over to Cas, the bottle of lube in his right hand, then kneeled behind Cas.

“Oh,” Cas said, his eyes wide and his hands out to his sides as if he didn’t know what to do with them.

“When Gabe’s done,” Charlie said to Cas, “you’re going to get on your back, spread your legs, and beg him to fuck you.”

Dean nearly drooled as Cas tried to respond verbally to Charlie and failed more than once. He finally squeaked out a “yes, ma’am,” his voice breathy.

“Good boy,” Charlie growled, and Cas whimpered. She turned to Sam. “Undo the button and zipper on your jeans, but leave them up, then pull your cock out.”

Sam nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”

“You told them the whole “ma’am” thing and immediate obedience turned me on, didn’t you,” Charlie accused Dean, a smirk on her lips.

Dean shook his head. “Nope. They’re all just suckers for a hot chick ordering them around.”

Charlie laughed. “Awesome,” she said, doing a little wiggle. “Nick!” she barked, turning to look at him.

Dean chuckled as Nick flinched and blurted out a quick “yes, ma’am!”

“Open Benny up,” she said, tossing him another bottle of lube, “while Kevin sucks Benny’s cock.”

Nick was already going to his knees by the time he caught the bottle of lube. He knee-walked over to Benny and sat back on his heels. When Benny didn’t get on the floor, Nick lurched forward, grabbing Benny around the waist in a tackle, taking him down to the floor hard.

Benny growled as he went down, but it wasn’t vicious. Instead it was playful, and by the time Nick had Benny where he wanted him, Benny was on his back, one leg held up in the air by Nick so he was exposed to everyone as Nick quickly squeezed out some lube and set the bottle down.

Dean knew Benny hadn’t been fucked in a while, and he’d assumed that with the rough manhandling, Nick was going to shove his fingers right in, but he didn’t. Nick circled Benny’s asshole, teasing him a little. Kevin was too busy watching the show to start sucking Benny’s cock.

Cas whimpered again, and Dean backed up a few steps so he could look back and forth between what everyone was doing. He didn’t want to miss anything good.

“Sam,” Charlie cooed, getting his attention. “I don’t think Kevin’s obeying me,” she said as if dismayed by the fact.

Kevin’s eyes widened and he started to make his way over to Benny, but Sam met him in two strides, picking him up with his left arm around Kevin’s middle and giving him a hard smack with his right hand.

Kevin yelped, then growled, scratching at Sam’s arm. “Put me down!” he demanded, kicking back at Sam.

“Oh, Sam,” Charlie said, sounding surprised, “I don’t think Kevin’s behaving himself.”

Sam grinned as he looked over at Charlie. “What would you like me to do with him?”

Dean chuckled as Kevin huffed, obviously not happy about the situation. Charlie hummed, as if she was thinking hard about what to do with him.

“Well,” Charlie drawled, “he doesn’t sound very submissive, so while the rest of us are having fun, would you mind putting him over your knee and pinking up that ass, Sam?”

Kevin blushed, or maybe he flushed with anger, because the next word out of his mouth was, “No!”

“What did you just tell me?” Charlie barked, and Dean shivered as his skin tingled.

Dean didn’t know if Kevin’s powers were flaring or if Charlie was reading everyone in the room, but he had his answer when Sam dropped down onto the couch and flipped Kevin over his knee, an orange glow settling over Kevin’s body, Sam’s magics covering him.

Sam shook his head. “You might want to rethink using your powers,” he said, resting his right hand on Kevin’s ass.

Kevin growled, and Sam smacked his ass hard enough that Kevin yelped. He reached back with his right hand, covering his ass, then squeezed his eyes shut. It was obvious he was trying to calm himself down.

“Sorry,” Kevin said, wincing. “I don’t like getting spanked, even if it’s erotic spanking, and I got pissed. I’m sorry.” He looked up at Charlie, and he appeared sincere.

“Charlie?” Sam said, looking up at her expectantly.

Dean thought hard about Sam fucking Charlie in the ass while Kevin ate Charlie out, hoping Charlie would pick up on it.

“Dean has an idea of what to do with you,” Charlie said, her hands on her hips. “You have the choice of whatever it is Dean has in mind or Sam smacks your ass for a while.”

Kevin’s jaw dropped. “I said I don’t like getting spanked!” he said, shocked.

Sam rolled his eyes. “And she’s offering you an out even though you threw a tantrum. Take the offer.”

Kevin didn’t look happy about it, but then he turned to Dean. His body relaxed and his facial features softened. “Okay,” he said with a nod, “I’ll do what Dean wants.”

Sam patted Kevin’s ass. “Smart man.”

Charlie nodded and walked over to the large ottoman. She pulled it into the center of the room and gestured to it. “Sarah, c’mon over and get comfortable on your back.”

Sarah did as she was told, lying back on the ottoman and spreading herself out. She reached down and ran her fingers over her panties, just a teasing touch.

“Nick?” Charlie asked, and when she had his attention, she gestured to Benny. “Is he done?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nick replied.

“Good,” Charlie said. “Come over here and kneel at Dean’s feet, please.”

Nick crawled over, then sat on his heels, waiting for instructions, looking up at Dean. Cas let out another moan as Gabe ate him out, his thighs shaking.

“Put your head under Dean’s shirt and start licking at his cock through those panties,” Charlie said as she directed Benny over to the ottoman.

Nick grinned up at Dean, then ducked under the shirt. Dean didn’t even bother trying to hold back the moan as Nick started placing little licks and kisses over his shaft, mouthing at him through the panties.

“Everybody else wanna see?” Charlie asked.

There was a chorus of “yes” and “fuck yeah” from everyone in the room, so Charlie walked around behind Dean and reached around his midsection. She unbuttoned the shirt slowly, revealing Nick’s head first, then pulling his shirt back so everyone could see his front.

There were groans and murmured curses throughout the group, and Dean’s cock twitched as Sarah moaned, looking right at his panties and fingering herself through her own panties. She was more than a little turned on by his panties.

Charlie slowly pulled the shirt over his shoulders, then down his arms, letting the shirt fall off his wrists, then tossed it behind them.

“Fuck,” Gabe groaned and Cas moaned even louder, though he probably wasn’t being eaten out by Gabe anymore if Gabe had been able to check Dean out and swear, and Dean grinned at the thought of Cas getting so loud over seeing Dean in panties.

Nick mouthed up over the lace and licked at the tip of Dean’s cock, sucking just a little on it. Dean’s hips twitched, but he tried to keep from shoving himself against Nick’s face. Dean hissed as Charlie ran a finger over his panties, up his crack, and then patted his ass.

Sam huffed. “Those have either gotta be the hottest panties I’ve ever seen or you just make them look amazing,” he said to Dean, his eyes wide.

Dean chuckled. “It’s all me,” he said, teasing Sam.

Nick mouthed at Dean’s balls, which barely fit inside the panties, and Dean groaned, trying to remember he needed to keep his eyes open or he’d be falling on his ass. Nick reached up and took a hold of Dean’s hips, steadying him as he continued licking at Dean.

Charlie ran her fingers through Nick’s hair, gently getting his attention. “Do you think he’s ready to fuck Benny?” Nick nodded. “Okay, you’ve got one more person to prepare,” she said, then she turned around, slowly lifting her dress up over her ass, then wiggling in front of Nick. “Stretch my ass real good. I’ve heard Sam’s a big boy.”

Nick groaned and pushed down on his own cock with the heel of his right hand just as Sam growled out a “fuck yeah.”

Dean grinned, getting a huge kick out of everyone’s reactions. They were all eating out of the palm of her hand, and Dean made a mental note to tell her later that she’d earned a shitload of points.

Nick slowly pulled Charlie’s panties down until they were at her mid-thigh, and when he spread her ass cheeks and licked her, she moaned, pushing back against his face.

She looked up at Dean. “Tell Kevin what you want him to do,” she said.

Dean nodded, then looked to Kevin. “Get on your knees in front of the couch. While Charlie rides Sam, you’re gonna eat her out, but be gentle because she’s sensitive. Work more on her clit and don’t shove your tongue into her pussy or she’ll probably have Sam beat your ass.”

Kevin nodded. “Okay,” he said, sliding to the floor and getting on his knees.

“Such a gentleman,” Charlie said to Dean.

Dean shrugged. “He hasn’t eaten you out yet. I gotta share my wisdom so you’ll have a great time too.”

“You ate her out?” Cas asked, nearly breathless.

“Yup,” he replied, grinning down at Cas.

Gabe groaned. “I gotta fuck him. Can I fuck him?” he asked Charlie as he pointed at Cas.

“If he’s ready, he needs to beg you to fuck him,” Charlie said, “remember, Cas?”

“Oh,” Cas said, and Dean decided that dazed and aroused was a beautiful look on Cas. “Yes, I remember,” he said with a nod. “Gabriel, will you please fuck me?”

“Cas,” Charlie drawled. “You can beg prettier than that. Try it, cupcake.”

Dean watched as the emotions flitted over Cas’ facial features, then Cas whimpered. “Please, Gabe,” he said, then he looked up at Dean, his eyes clearing a little and the hint of a smirk pulling at the corners of his mouth. “Fuck me open. Fuck my wet hole and show Dean how good you are filling me up with your big cock.”

Dean nearly giggled at Gabe’s loud groan. His eyes were wide as he looked over Cas’ shoulder, gritting his teeth.

“That’s gotta be good enough, right?” Gabe asked Charlie, pretty much begging for approval.

“Much better,” Charlie said, then snickered when Cas groaned, his eyes closing as Gabe most likely pushed into him. “Oh!” she yelped, looking back at Nick.

Nick looked up at her. “Is that a good noise?” he asked.

Dean chuckled. “Yeah, it’s a good noise,” he said as he watched Charlie shiver. “She likes having her asshole played with,” he informed Nick.

Nick grinned. “Awesome,” he said, then focused on the task at hand.

“Oh, he’s too fucking good at that,” Charlie moaned, then looked up at Dean. “I think you’d better start fucking Benny. I’m really close to coming already.”

Dean didn’t waste time. He went to his knees and crawled to Benny, who turned his back to Dean and spread his legs.

Sarah sat up a little, resting on her elbows. “Hey, Charlie? Can he take my panties off, or does he have to get me off through them?”

Charlie hissed, wriggling as Nick used fingers and tongue to stimulate her asshole, fucking in and out of her. “Take, oh yeah, take her panties off, Benny.”

Dean waited as Benny pulled Sarah’s panties off and started eating her out, resting his elbows on the edge of the ottoman, then he pushed slowly into Benny. Benny groaned, making Sarah’s breath hitch and her body shake.

Charlie gasped, grabbing at Nick’s hair and yanking him away from her ass. “Stop! Oh, fuck, you’re way too good at that.” Nick backed away, pulling his fingers out of her. “Okay,” she said, turning around and looking at Nick. “Get on your back over by Cas and Gabe and get one of your legs between theirs. I want Cas to blow you while he humps your leg.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nick said, hurrying to do as he was told.

Dean started up a slow rhythm, fucking Benny as he worked on Sarah. Charlie pulled her panties off and made her way to the couch, where Sam helped her sit on his cock, his jeans still on.

“I’m gonna get rug burn from your jeans,” Charlie said with a chuckle.

“I can take them off,” Sam offered.

“I wasn’t complaining, just stating a fact,” she said, then groaned as she gave herself time to get used to Sam’s cock in her ass. “Dean, do you want me to take my bra off or leave it on while I ride Sam?”

Dean groaned, both because of what she was offering and the fact that he was in the perfect position to see her pussy and Sam’s cock in her ass. “Take it off, but pull the dress back down over your tits,” he said, then added, “Please!”

Charlie smiled at him. “Such a gentleman,” she said.

She sat forward and awkwardly wriggled around for a few moments. She pulled the bra out of her dress, then smoothed the dress down over her breasts and stomach.

Sam kissed her neck, then reached around and cupped her breasts, lifting and bouncing them a little as he grinned over her shoulder at Dean.

“Eat her out,” Dean said to Kevin, his voice hoarse from arousal.

Kevin nodded and leaned in. Dean was disappointed Kevin’s head was in the way of his view, but the noises coming from Charlie made up for it. Sam was strong enough to fuck her even being under her, and her tits bounced as she leaned back against him and enjoyed what the guys were doing to her.

“First one to come gets cleanup duty,” Dean said, fairly confident he could outlast at least one person.

Everyone groaned and a few of them whined, but no one protested or told him to fuck off. Everywhere he looked, there were people fucking. It was a live porn show in the living room, and from his vantage point, he could watch whoever he wanted.

“Fuck, Cas, stop it!” Gabe growled.

Cas let out a lazy chuckle. “Stop what?” he teased, pulling off of Nick’s cock long enough to reply.

“Cas!” Gabe yelped. “Fuck, you gotta stop squeezing my cock! Cas!”

“I’m close to coming,” Cas said, pulling off of Nick’s cock again, “and I don’t want to lose.”

Gabe huffed out a laugh. “You’re evil. And a cheater.” Cas didn’t respond, too busy blowing Nick and humping Nick’s leg. “C’mon, Nick. Help me out!” Gabe begged.

Nick chuckled. “I have way too much control and stamina. Beg somebody else.”

Dean groaned. “Oh, dude, that’s pretty much a challenge to Cas. You’re gonna be sorry,” he said, enjoying the sudden focus Cas had on his task.

Nick hissed, writhing on the floor. “I didn’t say you could cheat by playing with my prostate,” he said, though he clearly didn’t mind all that much. “And where’d you get the lube?”

“He always has some on him,” Dean said, fucking Benny faster, giving his ass a smack. “I have no idea where he hides it.”

“Oh, somebody’s gotta come before me,” Sarah whined as Benny pushed his fingers into her pussy. “Wait, I can get in two or three orgasms, so does that mean I can come three times before I get cleanup duty?” she asked hopefully.

“Ha!” Charlie barked. “Fuck, no!” she said, then giggled when Sarah whined again.

“Does she taste good, Kevin?” Sam asked, still fucking Charlie’s ass, and Kevin moaned in response. “I’m gonna lick the mess off your face when she comes. I gotta have a taste of that!”

Dean grinned as Kevin shuddered, stroking his cock faster as he ate Charlie out. Kevin was the youngest, and Dean knew that Sam was trying to turn him on enough that he’d come first.

“Cas!” Gabe yelped, then growled as he leaned down and bit Cas’ back, wrapping his arms around Cas and fucking him hard. It was obvious Gabe had lost his control, had given up and was just fucking Cas as hard as he wanted whether he had cleanup duty or not. He growled louder against Cas’ skin, his hips stuttering as he came.

Kevin came seconds later, catching it in a discarded shirt that might have been Nick’s, but Dean couldn’t remember.

“Whoever comes last,” Charlie said, panting as Sam fucked her, “gets carried to bed.”

“Ah!” Cas cried out, muffled because Nick’s cock was in his mouth. Cas humped Nick’s leg as he came.

Dean got a huge kick out of the noises Cas was making around Nick’s cock. He kept bobbing on Nick’s cock all the way through his orgasm, and Dean wondered how he’d kept his teeth out of the way.

Sarah started moaning, and Dean looked at her in time to see her playing with her tits as she flopped back onto the ottoman, panting and growling her way through an orgasm.

“Fuck! Oh, fuck, Ch-Charlie!” Sarah yelled. “Oh, Charlie, his mouth is fucking amazing. You’ve gotta try it. It’ll be worth the beard burn,” she groaned, body shuddering as Benny kept licking her.

Charlie’s whimpers caught Dean’s attention next, breathy little noises that were so fucking hot. Sam fucked her harder, and her back arched, a loud moan coming out of her mouth as she shuddered and shook through her orgasm.

Sam grunted, mouthing at her neck, but not growling, and came deep inside Charlie, slowing down as he finished.

Benny sat up to better stroke his own cock, pushing his ass back at Dean as Dean fucked him. The change in position and the way Benny was forcing himself back against Dean hard enough to make their bodies smack together pushed Dean over the edge.

“Oh, fuck, Benny!” Dean yelled, growling and shaking as he fucked Benny hard enough to knock him forward again.

Benny came just as Dean was finishing, making Dean whimper as Benny’s asshole squeezed his cock. “Yeah, mmm, yeah,” Benny growled.

“I win,” Nick gasped, fucking up into Cas’ mouth. Cas let him, holding himself up with his hands on either side of Nick so he wouldn’t choke. “Mmm, take it, Cas, oh!” he said, reaching up and pulling his cock out of Cas’ mouth, then coming all over Cas’ face.

Dean snorted at the look of surprise on Cas’ face. He knew Cas wasn’t upset. He just hadn’t expected a face full of come.

“Piggyback, horsey, or fireman carry,” Sam asked, sounding tired enough to fall asleep right where he was with Charlie sprawled all over him, a sated mess.

Nick hummed as he thought it over. “Piggyback will do,” he said to Sam.

Sam chuckled. “Okay, just gimme a few minutes to regain the use of my body and I’ll give you a ride to bed.”

Benny moaned as he turned around. “Oh, you fucked me in the panties,” he nearly whined at Dean, obviously getting a huge kick out of it.

Dean chuckled. “Of course I did. Why would I take them off when they feel so good?”

Benny huffed. “I should’a gotten video of that.”

Gabe groaned. “I wish we had the blow-up mattresses down here.”

“Fuck that,” Charlie said. “I want to hire some people to come give us all piggyback rides.”

“We should write that into the budget,” Sarah grumbled.

“Did anybody come on the carpet or upholstery?” Gabe asked, then let out a weak “yay, I don’t have to clean up” when everyone said no.

“I want my bed,” Charlie said.

Everyone mumbled their agreement or comments about how much they loved their beds as they all pulled themselves up and headed upstairs to bed.

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