Something to Suck

dreamsfromthebunker:

Happy Birthday Tori / @samanddeaninpanties – I hope you’re having an awesome day. This little fic is for you <3

Explicit, Wincestiel
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Post-Episode: s05e10 Abandon All Hope…,

PWP, Sam-Centric, First Kiss, Oral Sex, Mutual Masturbation, Sibling Incest, Popsicles Hot Weather
Words: 1,536

After Carthage, Team Free Will head to Phoenix, Arizona to handle a coven of witches. Instead of witches they find a city at the mercy of an unseasonable heatwave that’s nothing more than a side effect of the impending apocalypse. Looking for another case to work, Sam gets distracted.

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Sweat drips down the back of Sam’s neck as he tries to concentrate on his laptop screen, toes tangled in the laptop’s charger cable. He’s looking for another case, as they’ve just lucked out on on on the outskirts of Phoenix—the hot weather having more to do with the apocalypse than the coven of witches they’d been hoping for. Not that Dean had been hoping for witches, he still hates witches, but even Dean could do with a break from not thinking about the end times.

So Dean’s keen to get back on the road and Cas is too, his search for God not going so well. This means Sam’s trying to find their next case, but he just can’t dig up anything beyond the apocalypse as his fingers fly over his keyboard, digging up signs and omens all over the place. The only sounds in the room are Sam’s typing; the crappiest AC unit to ever breathe (barring the one that almost killed him that one time), and the TV playing some random episode of Dr. Sexy that Dean had left on while heading out on a beer and popsicle run.

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Okay, I have to say it: This is hot 😀
hot weather AND sexy hot!!  i’m a master comedian

Say It

samanddeaninpanties:

Created for @spnpolybingo

Title: Say It 

Link: ao3

Pairing: established Sam/Dean, Sam/Cas, Sam/Dean/Cas

Rating: Mature 

Wordcount: 1255 

Square: Free Space

Tags: Angst, angst with a happy ending, pining, insecurity, voyeurism, post Stuck In The Middle (With You), coda

Summary: Sam hadn’t said I love you back. Dean’s awkward as hell with the word, he’d rather show how he feels than make it a huge declaration, but Sam? He has no good excuse.

Notes: Please don’t murder me! I tried to work in porn, I swear. But this seemed like a good place to end it.

This is for @indigoneutrino and @jamesnovakwinchester .  Also tagging: @rainsoakedsam, @purgatoan, @bendoverandbiteyourgag, @mayalaen, @dreamsfromthebunker, @intotheruins, @thedropoutandthejunkie@wanderingcas, @lovingsmutandfluff and @saintedsam


I love you. I love all of you.

Sam hadn’t said I love you back. Dean’s awkward as hell with the word, he’d rather show how he feels than make it a huge declaration, but Sam? He has no good excuse.

Just please… please, don’t make my last moments be spent watching you die.

Truth is, Sam’s afraid. He was afraid in that moment when he was sure they’d actually lose him and he’s afraid now that they’re home. Afraid that the type of love he feels for Cas isn’t reciprocated.

Just run. Save yourselves. And I will hold Ramiel off as long as I can.

It’s all playing in his head on repeat, not just Cas’s heartfelt speech. He remembers the way Cas gripped his hand so tight when they helped him up. He thinks about Dean’s hand on Cas’s back.

The ride home was full of Dean’s shitty music and Sam unable to stop watching Cas from the corner of his eye. He was aching to wrap him up in a hug, offer any sort of comfort he could –

But it’s so hard. Even though Cas had said the words, that he loves them and considers them family, there’s that small voice in his head wondering if he should hold back and let Mom or Dean touch him instead.

“This isn’t necessary,” Cas says, swallowed up in a blanket and a mug full of tea.

“We almost lost you,” Sam replies, voice barely above a whisper. “Dean always gets like this after a bad hunt. I know you don’t need it – but let us take care of you for a change, huh?”

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NNnnnnnnnnngh!!!! YAAAAASSS! Hell yeah. Confident Cas with unsure Sam and grumpy Dean? YES PLEASE AND THANK YOU!!!

hazeldomain:

mayalaen:

formidablepassion:

mayalaen:

majesticduxk:

majesticduxk:

formidablepassion:

hazeldomain:

formidablepassion:

dreamsfromthebunker:

mayalaen:

kreweofimp:

hazeldomain:

kreweofimp
replied to your post “Cas was so pissed.”

I’m going to be so angry if you don’t write that spanking, Hazel.

Me? YOU’RE the one who invented Team Dean’s Red Ass. 

I mean…if we’re being particular here, @relucant and @majesticduxk actually invented it, then @deadmockingbirds1 , @shennanigoats@bellarisatk , myself, you, @mayalaen , @shiphitsthefan , and like twelve other people I can’t currently remember got on board, but THE POINT IS we are always in need of new additions to the glory that is Dean’s Red Ass and I’m too busy procrastinating on Down to Size to write it myself.

Plus you’re the one who mentioned it so I hereby declare that you have to write it.  So sayeth Imp.

Actually, come to think of it, scratch that.  Only write it if it won’t set you back further on Three Hundred Sixty Five Days, because I’m salivating for what comes next there.  I’m such a hypocrite:

Me: I’ll update my stuff eventually when I get around to it
Me: One of these days I’ll post a new chapter
Also Me: OMG WHY ARE MY FAVES NOT UPDATING THEIR SHIT WTF

…I see no contradictions here.

Always. Need. More.

As a certified member of TDRA I would like to also put in my vote that this get written for us. I mean, I think we can all agree that we really need this in our lives.

I mean I could probably DO it but this really calls for like an established domestic discipline situation and I will always have to cede the floor to @kreweofimp on that one. Ever since Snowbound. I mean…. god damn. Way to set the standard there. 

Dude, yes, Snowbound was wonderful! 

So what you’re saying is that you need to write a long fic establishing a domestic discipline situation? Cause that would be amazing. We need more of those.  

But m just a fan of more DD.

*holds out cap* please sir, may I have some more

@destielonfire have you read @deadmockingbirds1 works? Even if you only read destiel, she has one (Big Daddy Dean?) And @bellarisatk‘s series Bunker Hall is a destiel DD fic. 

As much as I’d love a huge ‘verse of DD fic from @hazeldomain (tries not to squee too hard just at the possibility of that ever existing), this probably doesn’t NEED an established DD relationship.

Cas was pissed. And the look on Dean’s face.  The look on Cas’ face. I mean, he knows Cas is pissed and something is gonna go down and they get back to the bunker and…

“Cas…? What are you doing? CAS?!”

Yes!! I agree with @mayalaen here. I could see it now…

They get into the bunker, Mary and Sam go off for showers and bed. Cas steps close to Dean, who gives Cas a small smile, shy and apologetic. Dean thinks that maybe the situation was going to be dropped and not mentioned again in true Winchester fashion. Cas’ eyes search Dean’s face and Dean mistakes the look in his eyes as Cas wraps his slender fingers around one of Dean’s wrists and drags him to their room. 

As soon as they get there Cas locks the door and Dean grins when he hears Cas’ gravelly, demanding voice tell him, “Strip.” 
Dean knows what’s coming and after so long away from one another reunion sex is just what the doctor ordered. Although He wished Cas would let him take a shower first. Maybe Cas likes it a bit dirty though. Dean still has a smirk on his face when Cas strides past him and sits on the bed. Before Dean can question why Cas is still fully dressed he is pulled down and across Cas’ knees by a strength he couldn’t help to match as a human. 

“Cas…? What are you doing? CAS?!” He bites his lip as the first fall of strong hands warms his ass, his attempts to get away futile, he sucks in another quick breath as Cas’ hand falls again. He feels his ass warm up with the sting of flesh on flesh the way it feels like it is burning when he removes his hand. 

“Cas! Stop!” His protests met only with another loud smack against his skin. 

“If you struggle, Dean, it will only be worse for you.” Cas tells him. 

Dean bites his lip and does his best to hold still as an Angel spanks his ass until it tingles, until it is so hot it feels like his flesh is on fire and the very hand causing it feels almost cool as it connects against his skin again. 

Dean loses time. He falls into a sort of trance he thinks. Maybe he is having an out of body experience. Eventually he registers that Cas is speaking soft words to him as he rubs lotion on his skin. Dean spares a moment to think of what he used that lotion for before he and Cas finally gave into their desires. 

“I can’t believe that you would be stupid enough to try to leave me like that, Dean. I won’t lose you. I finally have you I won’t let you try to be the martyr again.” Cas’ words bring him back to himself slowly, he registers the tears only when he feels fingers wiping them away. 

“I didn’t want to do this. You left me no choice, Dean. Talking doesn’t get my point through and I won’t raise a hand to you like I did before. Maybe you’ll listen now.” Cas had pulled him into his lap as he spoke, softly stroking his hair and quietly murmuring his love into his ear as he holds him close. 

Dean wants to promise that he won’t do it again, especially to his angel, but he knows that he shouldn’t make promises he is likely to break. Sacrificing himself for the good of his family or mankind happens all too often in their line of work. He would just have to settle for being turned over his angel’s knee if he survived the next time.

I don’t know what happened there. I couldn’t stop it and I’m not sorry.  

@mayalaen @hazeldomain @majesticduxk @dreamsfromthebunker @deadmockingbirds1 @relucant @bellarisatk @shiphitsthefan @kreweofimp

@shennanigoats @emani-writes just everyone of my team mates on @teamdeansredass

@formidablepassion, you are AWESOME! YESSSSSSSSS! This NEEDED to be written!

I rewatched the scenes toward the end of the episode before I read your minific and this worked perfectly!! THANK YOU!!

As I was rewatching, I noticed that Dean wasn’t the only one Cas was scowling at, and while at first I really noticed Dean squirming, this time I saw Sam did some squirming too, and I’m totally gonna take your fic further in my head and imagine Cas visited Sam’s room next 😀

Thank you!!! *rolls around in minific and reads it again*

> this time I saw Sam did some squirming too, 

They get back into the bunker and Mary goes to bed, none the wiser. Sam and Dean pause, looking at each other…. squirming. 

Cas crooks his finger and turns, not bothering to see if they’re following. He knows better. 

They consider for a minute. They could hide. They could beg, try to explain themselves…. but at the end of the day, it was stupid. They did something stupid. 

Cas cleaned up after them, but they’re not out of the woods yet. 

Cas has a strap. It’s not a belt; it’s wider. Custom made for this purpose. Neither of them knew where he got it. They hadn’t worked up the courage to ask. 

Usually he didn’t use it. All three of them preferred a bare hand, the way Cas interspersed hard, punishing slaps with strokes and soothing pats. The strap was for when they really messed up. 

They’d really messed up. 

Cas gestured and the two of them dropped their pants. Dean was getting a little hard, but no one mentioned it. That was for later. The aftercare. They had a long time between then and now. 

Dean went first. On the rare occasions that they had to be punished together, Dean always went first. He couldn’t bear to watch Sam. 

Sam waited with his hands against the wall, his bare ass exposed to the room while Dean took his turn. Unlike the normal sessions, when he’d be over Cas’s knee, today he was bent over the bed. His fingers clenched against the blanket as Cas lined up, drawing the strap across the crease of his thighs. 

It came down hard, sending a line of stinging fire across his ass, and Dean clenched his teeth to keep a cry in. Cas wasn’t holding back, not on this one. 

“One of five, Dean. Count for me.” 

“One,” Dean repeated. His voice was already rough. He could see Sam wincing in empathy. 

Cas laid the next four in an even line, waiting patiently for Dean to catch his breath and regain the count. Each hit came just above the last, adding and accentuating the pain before. 

When he was finished, Dean stayed waiting, silent and panting. He didn’t turn around to see what Cas was doing, only waited while the angel stroked gentle fingertips over his red, pounding skin. The pain became sharper and Dean winced. 

“Apologies. The skin here is broken,” Castiel informed him. Dean exhaled as Cas’s grace sparked over his skin, mending the cut but leaving the majority of the damage intact. This, Cas would leave, throbbing and sore until at least the morning. 

Sam kept his eyes on the wall, waiting while Cas smoothed aloe over Dean’s flaming skin. He heard Dean’s breath catch when the angel’s fingers delved between his sore cheeks. 

Cas helped Dean up onto the bed, letting him lie flat, his hardened cock trapped beneath his belly. When Sam took his place, he didn’t miss the shiny plastic of the vibe, pressed deep into Dean’s hole. 

They wouldn’t be allowed to come, even if they could manage it with their asses stinging and Cas’s reprimands fresh on their minds. That was part of the punishment and Cas apparently was in the mood to drive it home. 

Dean’s face was buried in his arms, but he turned his head when the first stripe landed across Sam’s ass. Sam couldn’t take it stoic- not like Dean could. He could grit his teeth and carry on when a werewolf tore his arm near off, but a single punitive slap and he fell apart. 

Dean reached out, his fingers reaching Sam’s, twining together against the bedspread as Sam counted off his punishment. Five. Dean counted off silently along with him, his lips forming the words as they fell from Sam’s mouth. 

As soon as it was over, Dean pulled Sam closer, drawing him down onto the bed before Cas could even look him over. Dean was the one to turn to the side, letting Sam lay on his belly, their foreheads pressed together as Cas checked the damage. 

They didn’t need to say they were sorry. Cas didn’t need to say that they were forgiven. It was understood when the three of them nestled together on the bed, letting two months of loneliness fade into memory. 

I don’t know what I did to deserve such awesome friends, but it must’a been really, really good.

This was SO GOOD! The squirming. The crooking of the finger. The strap. The apology and healing for the broken skin. The brother comforting. The unspoken apology and forgiveness.

I am a happy puddle of goo, @hazeldomain. Thank you <3

formidablepassion:

mayalaen:

majesticduxk:

majesticduxk:

formidablepassion:

hazeldomain:

formidablepassion:

dreamsfromthebunker:

mayalaen:

kreweofimp:

hazeldomain:

kreweofimp
replied to your post “Cas was so pissed.”

I’m going to be so angry if you don’t write that spanking, Hazel.

Me? YOU’RE the one who invented Team Dean’s Red Ass. 

I mean…if we’re being particular here, @relucant and @majesticduxk actually invented it, then @deadmockingbirds1 , @shennanigoats@bellarisatk , myself, you, @mayalaen , @shiphitsthefan , and like twelve other people I can’t currently remember got on board, but THE POINT IS we are always in need of new additions to the glory that is Dean’s Red Ass and I’m too busy procrastinating on Down to Size to write it myself.

Plus you’re the one who mentioned it so I hereby declare that you have to write it.  So sayeth Imp.

Actually, come to think of it, scratch that.  Only write it if it won’t set you back further on Three Hundred Sixty Five Days, because I’m salivating for what comes next there.  I’m such a hypocrite:

Me: I’ll update my stuff eventually when I get around to it
Me: One of these days I’ll post a new chapter
Also Me: OMG WHY ARE MY FAVES NOT UPDATING THEIR SHIT WTF

…I see no contradictions here.

Always. Need. More.

As a certified member of TDRA I would like to also put in my vote that this get written for us. I mean, I think we can all agree that we really need this in our lives.

I mean I could probably DO it but this really calls for like an established domestic discipline situation and I will always have to cede the floor to @kreweofimp on that one. Ever since Snowbound. I mean…. god damn. Way to set the standard there. 

Dude, yes, Snowbound was wonderful! 

So what you’re saying is that you need to write a long fic establishing a domestic discipline situation? Cause that would be amazing. We need more of those.  

But m just a fan of more DD.

*holds out cap* please sir, may I have some more

@destielonfire have you read @deadmockingbirds1 works? Even if you only read destiel, she has one (Big Daddy Dean?) And @bellarisatk‘s series Bunker Hall is a destiel DD fic. 

As much as I’d love a huge ‘verse of DD fic from @hazeldomain (tries not to squee too hard just at the possibility of that ever existing), this probably doesn’t NEED an established DD relationship.

Cas was pissed. And the look on Dean’s face.  The look on Cas’ face. I mean, he knows Cas is pissed and something is gonna go down and they get back to the bunker and…

“Cas…? What are you doing? CAS?!”

Yes!! I agree with @mayalaen here. I could see it now…

They get into the bunker, Mary and Sam go off for showers and bed. Cas steps close to Dean, who gives Cas a small smile, shy and apologetic. Dean thinks that maybe the situation was going to be dropped and not mentioned again in true Winchester fashion. Cas’ eyes search Dean’s face and Dean mistakes the look in his eyes as Cas wraps his slender fingers around one of Dean’s wrists and drags him to their room. 

As soon as they get there Cas locks the door and Dean grins when he hears Cas’ gravelly, demanding voice tell him, “Strip.” 
Dean knows what’s coming and after so long away from one another reunion sex is just what the doctor ordered. Although He wished Cas would let him take a shower first. Maybe Cas likes it a bit dirty though. Dean still has a smirk on his face when Cas strides past him and sits on the bed. Before Dean can question why Cas is still fully dressed he is pulled down and across Cas’ knees by a strength he couldn’t help to match as a human. 

“Cas…? What are you doing? CAS?!” He bites his lip as the first fall of strong hands warms his ass, his attempts to get away futile, he sucks in another quick breath as Cas’ hand falls again. He feels his ass warm up with the sting of flesh on flesh the way it feels like it is burning when he removes his hand. 

“Cas! Stop!” His protests met only with another loud smack against his skin. 

“If you struggle, Dean, it will only be worse for you.” Cas tells him. 

Dean bites his lip and does his best to hold still as an Angel spanks his ass until it tingles, until it is so hot it feels like his flesh is on fire and the very hand causing it feels almost cool as it connects against his skin again. 

Dean loses time. He falls into a sort of trance he thinks. Maybe he is having an out of body experience. Eventually he registers that Cas is speaking soft words to him as he rubs lotion on his skin. Dean spares a moment to think of what he used that lotion for before he and Cas finally gave into their desires. 

“I can’t believe that you would be stupid enough to try to leave me like that, Dean. I won’t lose you. I finally have you I won’t let you try to be the martyr again.” Cas’ words bring him back to himself slowly, he registers the tears only when he feels fingers wiping them away. 

“I didn’t want to do this. You left me no choice, Dean. Talking doesn’t get my point through and I won’t raise a hand to you like I did before. Maybe you’ll listen now.” Cas had pulled him into his lap as he spoke, softly stroking his hair and quietly murmuring his love into his ear as he holds him close. 

Dean wants to promise that he won’t do it again, especially to his angel, but he knows that he shouldn’t make promises he is likely to break. Sacrificing himself for the good of his family or mankind happens all too often in their line of work. He would just have to settle for being turned over his angel’s knee if he survived the next time.

I don’t know what happened there. I couldn’t stop it and I’m not sorry.  

@mayalaen @hazeldomain @majesticduxk @dreamsfromthebunker @deadmockingbirds1 @relucant @bellarisatk @shiphitsthefan @kreweofimp

@shennanigoats @emani-writes just everyone of my team mates on @teamdeansredass

@formidablepassion, you are AWESOME! YESSSSSSSSS! This NEEDED to be written!

I rewatched the scenes toward the end of the episode before I read your minific and this worked perfectly!! THANK YOU!!

As I was rewatching, I noticed that Dean wasn’t the only one Cas was scowling at, and while at first I really noticed Dean squirming, this time I saw Sam did some squirming too, and I’m totally gonna take your fic further in my head and imagine Cas visited Sam’s room next 😀

Thank you!!! *rolls around in minific and reads it again*