can u do a prompt where dean likes to mark cas up and one day he comes home to gabriel seeing them so he bothers cas all day about them lol thank uu
/cutesy banter and shit, thank you for dropping by, sorry i didn’t post it sooner/
Cas awoke to the morning light shining through Dean’s threadbare curtains. He squinted, mentally reminded himself to buy his boyfriend new curtains, and then slid off his side of the bed quietly as to not wake the man that slept beside him. Dean was spread across the bed like a starfish which made Cas grateful that he had a king size bed, because Dean’s limbs were sprawled in all different directions. Cas caught a peek of his boyfriend’s ass from under the sheets and smiled. It was a nice butt.
He kissed the tip of Dean’s shoulder blade on his way to brush his teeth and left the apartment 20 minutes later with his boyfriend still asleep. Dean slept like a log and Cas had a bus to catch.
Knocking lazily on his brother’s door, Cas stood in the corridor tapping his foot. There was a good chance that Gabriel was still asleep; though he’d promised to be up at 10 for Cas, Cas seriously doubted that his brother even had the ability to wake up before 12. He knocked on the door a second time.
There was grumbling and footsteps before the door was unlocked and opened. Gabriel greeted his little brother with a wide smile and sleepy eyes, stark naked.
“Hey Cassie!” he exclaimed, pulling open the door only to have Cas glance at him and groan.
“Gabriel, for god’s sake, please put on your pants,” Cas pushed his way past his brother into the apartment, shutting the door behind him quickly. Just because he’d been unfortunate enough to walk in on his brother naked didn’t mean he couldn’t spare the neighbors the same tragedy. “I’m going to make you coffee, because I assume you haven’t drank any yet, and by the time I finish, you’d better be fully clothed.
“Fully?” Gabriel whined as Cas pulled him in the direction of his bedroom, nodding an affirmative.
5 minutes later Gabe was blessed enough to have a steaming cup of coffee in his hands and his little brother across the table, rambling about a book he’d read last week. Gabriel took a sip of coffee and tore his eyes from the mark on Cas’ neck to look his brother in the eye.
“You gunna tell me who you’re fucking, Cassie, or am I gunna have to pry it from you?” he interrupted.
Cas blushed a deep red, gripping the tablecloth with his nails, futilely hoping his brother wouldn’t notice the gesture.
Gabriel grinned up at him from the rim of his mug.
“You’ve got hickeys down the front of your throat, dumbass,” and if it was possible, Cas flushes a darker red. “So? Spill the beans, little bro.”
Cas shifted in his seat, looking down at his hands.
“I meet someone at work-,” he started, five words in before Gabriel cut him off.
“Ooo, an office romance,” he winked.
“No, he was a client-,” and Gabe butted in.
“Even saucier,” he wiggled his eyebrows while Cas rolled his eyes.
“I’ll be quiet if you like, you seem to enjoy making your own version,” Cas said pointedly, eyeing his brother as the other made a zipper like movement over his lips.
“Alright, alright, calm your tits. Tell me about your mystery man,” Gabriel leaned back in his chair and folded his arms over his chest.
Cas shrugged. “There’s not much to discuss. We’ve been dating two months now and he’s kind and gentle and intelligent. He’s a professor at Birmingham and he fixes cars in his free time and I really like him,” Cas finished simply.
Gabriel was silently for a couple moments before-
“How’s the sex? He seems pretty enthusiastic,” Gabriel tittered again, eyes shining as Cas scowled at him.
“I wasn’t aware that was any of your business.”
“It is when I can see my brother’s hickeys from across the breakfast table.”
Cas glowered and pulled up his shirt collar.
“Then don’t look,” he muttered, cheeks turning pink again.
“Fuck,” Cas blurted out, lifting up his hands and staring at the red stain that spread across the front of his shirt. He didn’t normally curse but this was his favorite dress shirt and he’d just gotten it back from the cleaners.
Gabriel glanced at him and laughed. They had a family tradition of cooking together whenever Cas came over; this time they settled on pasta and penne vodka sauce, which Cas currently had all over the front of his shirt.
“Don’t sweat it, you can borrow one of mine,” Gabriel said and walked out of the kitchen, returning with a clean button up in his hands. He threw it at Cas, who’d unbuttoned his shirt already, slipping it off and running it under the faucet.
Gabriel took a look at his brother’s back and whistled through his teeth.
“Jesus, Cassie, wonder what kind of wild animal gave you these,” he grinned, eyes glinting mischievously, while his brother attempted to glance over his shoulder at his back. Cas’ face turned beet red as he realized that scratches covered the entire expanse of his back, even more so when he realized that Gabe knew exactly where they’d come from.
Abandoning his efforts at washing his shirt, he quickly pulled the borrowed one over his shoulders, scowling deeply.
“Don’t look at me like that, s’not my fault,” Gabriel held up his hands in mock innocence while Cas bristled and responded coldly. “Had you any tact, you wouldn’t have mentioned it.”
“Where’s the fun in tact, baby bro?”
The first thing Cas did when he returned to Dean’s apartment that evening was stand before the mirror sans shirt and stare at the marks that littered his throat and chest. Fingers stroking over the dark purple marks that Dean had sucked into his skin, Cas contemplated how far he’d have to button up his shirt if he wanted to keep his job and keep Gabriel off his ass.
The problem was, though, he liked the marks Dean gave him. All the scratches and hickeys that Dean left on his body became his own and whenever Cas was alone, he’d let his hands linger on the places Dean had touched, a physical reminder of the man he’d grown to like immensely.
Dean seemed to think the same. He entered the bathroom without knocking; Cas had left the door a quarter open anyway. His eyes lingered on Cas’ naked frame, then they came up to meet his boyfriend’s eyes in the mirror.
“You alright?” he asked, stepping closer to Cas, moving in behind him to wrap his arms around Cas’ waist. Dropping a kiss on Cas’ shoulder, he leaned forward to rest his chin there. Cas reached up and folded his hands over Dean’s, feeling the warmth of Dean’s breath on the sensitive skin of his neck.
Noticing the change in Cas’ breathing, Dean smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of Cas’ throat. He licked at a mark there, prodding it with his tongue until Cas let out a huff of breath and leaned his head back onto Dean’s shoulder. Smiling, Dean took both his hands and pulled them gently behind Cas’ back, securing them with one of his hands so he could run the other over Cas’ torso. Cas’ breathing was shallow, hitched. Dean bent down and attached his lips to the skin just to the right of the hollow of Cas’ throat.
“Dean,” Cas was breathless. “Dean, wait.” Dean paused. “Lower… lower, below my collar.”
Dean raised his eyebrows. “You wanna cover them up? I thought you liked this.”
“I do. Gabriel, today, he…um…”
Dean chuckled and kissed Cas’ shoulder again. “That’s why I like these, Cas. I like people seeing them, I like people knowing you’re mine.” His breath tickled Cas’ skin and Cas shuddered as Dean’s fingertips brush the scratches that ran down his chest.
“Yours,” Cas mirrored, shutting his eyes as Dean’s lips closed softly around his skin.
/12 prompts left after this, thanks for being so patient with me, i know im not publishing often cuz school/fencing but im trying my best so thank you for the patience and kind words/
