Casual Stories

Fanfiction (and Fanart) by Casual Distance

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Why do I have a file titled “handholding” that’s only Dean watching Cas masturbate??? 

There is no hand-holding. They haven’t even touched.  They’re not even close enough to hold hands.  They’re close enough Dean could bury his face in Cas’s ass if he fell over and then he might be close enough to hold Cas’s hand, but right now the only thing Dean can hold is his own dick.

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Uncommon Destiel A/B/O Fics

A collection of Destiel A/B/O fics that have an uncommon or underused take on the A/B/O trope, broken down by type.  This is not intended as a rec list, but more of a collection of fics that break away from the common alpha/omega pairing/identity in various ways.  It’s broken down by category and a fic may appear in multiple categories.

Fics with asterisks (*) have only been verified by tags. Bolded fics are the most recent additions.

Gender Identity

Alpha/Omega: Part One | Part Two (untitled ficlets) by highermagic transAlpha!Dean/transOmega!Cas

Angry Inches by ghostyouknow transAlpha!Cas

Bronze by TheAuthorGod genderfluid!Dean

Omega (untitled ficlet) by highermagic transOmega!Dean

An Eligible Mate by Unforth transAlpha!Cas

In Which Cas Hates Cheap Coffee and Dean is Confused by Scent by Soupernabturel agender!Cas

The other side of you by Johansson_Scott intersex!Dean

Rainbow Fences by HigherMagic transAlpha!Dean/transOmega!Cas

Queer or Not by hekate1308 transOmega!Dean

Secret Places (series) by casual_distance genderfluid!Dean (primarily in “The Golden Lock”)

sharp teeth and sharper words (series) by peradi agender!alpha!Cas (recognizes alpha designation but has trouble reconciling it with his genderless existence as an angel)

Teenager Dean who presents as an Alpha… (untitled ficlet) by avyssoseleison transOmega!Dean

Transitioning Cas (untitled ficlet) by highermagic transOmega!Cas

Sexual/Romantic Identity Spectrum is used to cover a range of identities.  Fics may have more specific tags or none at all.

Angry Inches by ghostyouknow alpha!Dean with a preference for men regardless of presentation

*Anosmia by Nonexistenz, TheAuthorGod aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

Biology and Feelings and Stuff by Annie D (scaramouche) aceSpectrum!omega!Cas

Castiel Finds a Mate by naughtylokistories aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

finally clean by sharkfish (waitforspring) aceSpectrum!omega!Dean

In Our Nature by artsyUnderstudy aceSpectrum!omega!Cas

*The Long Way Home by Dalektable aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

The other side of you by Johansson_Scott aceSpectum!alpha!Cas

Typecast by nmwood (deancasheadcanons) aroSpectrum!omega!Dean/aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

Alpha/Alpha

Alpha/Alpha Verse (series) by Bad Samaritan (quodpersortem), Valyria

Alpha/Alpha Verse (series) by tasteslikeplaid

Alphas!Cas and Dean being rivals in high school… (untitled ficlet) by avyssoseleison

Angry Inches by ghostyouknow

Before You Go Away by HigherMagic

Bronze by TheAuthorGod

Casual by hekate1308

The Experiment: Part I, Part II by bluebellsandcocklesshells

His bared teeth (untitled ficlet) by avyssoseleison

Inhale by casual_distance

*The Long Way Home by Dalektable

*Our Home Below by jupiter_james

Unwritten by PorcupineGirl

Will or Fate by Listae

Omega/Omega

*The Alpha Omega Project by ashwinchester4

Biological Imperative by ashitanoyuki

don’t need more than this by halcyonskies

*Fem!Dean Omega ‘Verse (series) by Elivira

*Homeostatis by Chippedcogs

Queer or Not by hekate1308

*A Rose by Another Scent by TheAuthorGod

Secret Places (series) by casual_distance

Tribulation Nation (series) by Raicho

top!Omega/bottom!Alpha

(Don’t) Stand So Close To Me by Soupernabturel

Bare Your Neck (While You’re Buried Inside Me) by saltandbyrne

Dark Forest Heart by casual_distance

Destiel Kink Dictionary - Chapter 1: Felching by Soupernabturel

Free Will Family by destielpornlookalike top!omega!Dean/bottom!beta!Cas

For Science! by pm_lo

Gravity vs Velocity by Pepperann

If Dean was an omega famous for playing alphas by angrysouffle

*In these Woods by reillyblack

Into Your Hideaway (Ch. 33) by thepinupchemist

Kink in the Plan by arigatou_sunshine

My Alpha (And My Omega) by Nikolaus_Chaser

No Words by Ltleflrt

Omega Switch by faeryn

Ownership (untitled ficlet) by anonymous via smack-that-assbutt

*Pride and Prejudice and Knotting by angrysouffle

sharp teeth and sharper words (series) by peradi

Snapshots Verse (Ch. 14) by HigherMagic

Tempest of Oblivion by thepinupchemist

this is knot the way it usually goes by justacasgirl  top!beta!Cas/bottom!alpha!Dean

Weight of the World by Inferification

What a Bright Time by thepinupchemist

When You’re Not Around (part of series) by MooseFeels

If you know of a fic not listed here, please send it my way or message me!

Societal Flips, Other/Miscellaneous and Just Mentioned/Non-Destiel categories and other contributors are now under the cut to save on length.

Last Updated: 3/2/17

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Updated 3/2: added 12 stories

Published since last update (so very long ago lol):

Casual by hekate1308

Dark Forest Heart by casual_distance

The Golden Lock by casual_distance

No Words by Ltleflrt

Our Home Below by jupiter_james

Queer or Not by hekate1308

a dangerous thing by sharkfish (waitforspring) (mentioned omega!Dean/omega!OC)

rain by museaway (alpha!Dean interested in alphas; discussed top!omega/bottom!alpha)

Special Mention: Take Care by phoenixwings [Yuri!!! on Ice] with trans!beta!Yuuri - It’s the first time I’ve run across trans!beta in my fandoms, so I had to mention it! <3

Also: I ended up on an unintentional hiatus just before the new year and had only one very causal foot into fandom and was sticking mostly to fluff of the YOI kind, so if anyone’s read or published anything in the last two months that belongs on this list, please send it my way!

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"​I'm just as human as you are," Cas said, closing his eyes and looking away.  The hand that held the rag to his nose dropped, the pressure easing, so Dean leaned forward and covered Cas's hand to press it back into place.  Cas glanced up at him, and Dean held his gaze.

"What happened?" he asked.

Cas looked away again.  He shrugged.

Dean sat back, dragging his fingers across the back of Cas's hand before he let go completely.  "Cas, if you're in trouble-"

Cas sighed and dropped the rag into his lap.  He pressed his fingers to his nose and sniffed before pulling them back to check for blood.

"I'm always in trouble, Dean, which is why I should head out."

"No- Cas, man, ​stop​." Dean stumbled to his feet as Cas rose.  "I wasn't- Look.  You can't go, okay?"

"Why not?"

"Well, you're hurt for one.  For two, you’re in trouble."

"I'm aware of both those facts," Cas said pointedly, narrowing his eyes.  "I don't see-"

"For fuck's sake, Cas.  You're family.  Family helps family when they're in trouble.  How many goddamned times do I have to tell you that?" Dean shuddered and drew in a deep breath, trying to get himself under control.  Yelling at Cas wouldn't do any good, but at least Cas stopped trying to walk away.

Dean stared at him for a moment.  Blood had leaked from Cas's nose and was smeared across his upper lip, so Dean reached forward to grab the rag from Cas's hand and pressed it against his nose again.  Cas accepted the treatment, watching Dean's face.  He reached up and covered Dean's hand with his own, fingers curling against Dean's skin instead of the rag.

"Thank you," Cas said quietly.  He tugged Dean's hand away.  Dean considered fighting him, but in the end let Cas do as he would.

Cas sighed.  He stepped closer to Dean.  "It is a difficult thing, to be so far removed from what I once was.  So many things have changed these past years.  I find... It's difficult sometimes."

Cas still held his hand.

Dean swallowed heavily.  "Yeah, I get that."

Cas nodded.  "You and your brother are very important to me, Dean."

Dean shook his head, but before he could respond, Cas added, "But not in the same way."

Dean groaned and closed his eyes.  He leaned forward to press his forehead to Cas's shoulder. "Are you really gonna do this now?"

Cas wrapped his arms around Dean's back and pulled him closer.  "I don't see why not.  I have waited a very long time."

"You're ancient, Cas," Dean muttered into his coat.  "A few years isn't that long."

"It seems centuries long when it is what you want most."

Dean stayed quiet.

"If you are not ready..." Cas trailed off and waited.

Dean groaned and then sighed heavily.  "Don't think I'll ever be ready, Cas,"  He felt Cas nod against him, but he didn't pull away.  "But I think I need to stop waiting to be."

Cas's arms tightened around him at that, and Dean pressed his face into Cas's shoulder to hide his smile.

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ExcuSE ME H E L L O casualstories is such an ironic title. Your fics are anything BUT casual gosh just kill me I've only read some of your kink bingo fics as of now but they're all so good urgh. 😍😍😍

Heh, trust me when I say you learn be to real casual when you’re writing explicit porn in a room full of people.  ;)

Thank you so much, @stardustandfreckles!  Glad you’ve been enjoying them!  :D

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I don't know if you are still adding to your uncommon a/b/o stories but one I read recently on ao3 is Our Home Below. It's an alpha/alpha destiel.

I am still adding to it!  :)  Things have been crazy busy for me so it’s been on the back-burner, but once I have time to read through any DCBB A/B/O fics, I’ll make a post.

Thank you for the fic!  I will definitely add it to post! 

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The Golden Lock

The Golden Lock

Fic by Casual Distance // Artwork by Nonexistenz

Words: 33,668 words Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury/Gilda, Castiel/Other(s), Dean Winchester/Other(s)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega/Omega, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Castiel, Omega Dean, Genderfluid Dean, Anal Fingering, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Breeding Kink, Psuedo Heat, Themes of rape and abuse, Homophobia, Additional Warnings In Author's Note, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge 2016, Dean/Cas Big Bang Challenge

Summary:

Dean and Castiel are in love. In another world, they would be together. In another world, the fact that they are both omegas wouldn’t matter, but in this world it does. In this world, they are property, put on display by their alphas, and every look and touch must be a well-kept secret.

So when Castiel and Dean have the opportunity to be together, for however brief a time, they take it. Dean’s alpha sends him to a retreat for omegas, rewarding him for his good behavior by allowing him to take a few of his omega friends. Along with Castiel, Dean invites his best friend Charlie and her omega lover. Together, the four of them explore the retreat, taking advantage of the classes, the gardens, and the pool- luxuries none of them have in their lives. Privately, Dean and Castiel use the opportunity to explore each other. When Dean learns that Castiel’s alpha has taken him off birth control, they both find themselves thinking about what it would be like to have a family together.

Society & Character Notes

These are notes on the A/B/O society and characters from Secret Places series, which currently includes In Locked Rooms and The Golden Lock with a third (and final) part in progress.  There are spoilers for the series, The Golden Lock in particular.

These notes aren’t comprehensive by any means, but are more a gathering of thoughts that came up while I was writing The Golden Lock.

Please read with caution as there is potentially triggering content regarding rape, abuse, and in relation to gender-identity.

Omegas are considered property and thus owned by alphas to be used as the alpha pleases. It is believed that omegas do not have a sexual identity outside of heat. The concept of an omega being sexually or romantically attracted to anyone (even an alpha) is considered bizarre. The idea that an omega could be attracted to another omega is unthinkable.

Gender identity is not a thing in this verse. Everyone is considered cisgender and the idea of someone being transgender or identifying in another way is so incredibly rare that it is often ignored or not recognized, even by those who identify as other than cis. Among omegas, gender expression other than cisomega is often misunderstood as a reaction to the trauma they face rather than being part of who they are.  (The same societal perception exists for romantic and sexual identities, but this series is more focused on gender so they don’t get addressed to any great length, if at all.)

Genderfluid Dean

Since gender identities are not a thing in this universe, even though Dean is alpha/omega genderfluid, neither he nor Castiel identify him as such because it’s not a concept either of them know of or would understand.  Dean’s instinctual behavior and certain biological reactions fluctuate between what’s considered normal for an alpha and what’s considered normal for an omega.

Dean’s scent never changes and therefore reads omega (especially to Castiel).  

The alpha-red and omega-gold eye color change occurs in this universe.  It happens more frequently and more easily for alphas, especially in reaction to certain stimulus (arousal, anger, etc.), than it does for omegas.  Some omegas rarely, if ever have their eye color change.  When Dean’s eyes change, they always change to gold, but how quickly and easily the change occurs depends on which gender he is at the time.  In the Golden Lock, there are instances of heightened arousal where Dean’s eyes don’t change because he is omega at the time, but other instances where his eyes are gold because he’s alpha at the time.

Castiel reacts to Dean as an omega since he is cisomega.  When Dean reads omega, their interactions are generally even-keeled, trading similar affections back and forth.  When Dean reads alpha, Castiel’s reactions vary.  He’s never afraid of Dean since his scent always reads as omega to Castiel (and Castiel thinks of him as an omega), but certain behaviors that would not trigger him when Dean is omega do so when Dean is alpha (though not to the extent that would happen if a cisalpha (or someone who reads as alpha to Castiel via scent or otherwise) behaved the same way).  Castiel also tends to be more submissive and is more open to games related to power-play between omegas and alphas (such as chasing).  None of this is consciously done and there is no outside view of Dean and Castiel being intimate to that degree (Charlie and Gilda “turn a blind eye”, so to speak, on what they do see), so the fluctuations in behavior and interaction are not something Castiel and Dean are aware of.

Character Notes

Dean:

Cannot bottom without being triggered due to his alpha raping him during his ruts

Tentative about anal play; when he was with casual partners, they were never allowed to touch him there, even without penetration. Castiel is allowed to as long as Dean is in a good place emotionally and feels safe. It's rare that this happens.

Genderfluid though he does not realize this

Castiel:

Prefers sex face-to-face; certain back-to-front positions are acceptable as long as Castiel does not feel trapped and the interaction is gentle and positive

Presenting or being on hands and knees triggers Castiel since this is the position his alpha prefers

Cisomega

Castiel's alpha:

Lazy, but desires to be high society

He focuses on mainly being part of the inner circles of those who are in positions of power

More about Castiel’s alpha can be read in this comment thread on In Locked Rooms

Dean's alpha

aromantic

asexual

Only feels sexual arousal during his rut and since he doesn't feel it other times, he has no experience in controlling it. Since his desire at that time is centered around omegas, he also feels no particular need to control it. As a result, his ruts are violent and dangerous for Dean. Dean is usually injured as a result of his alpha's heat.

narcissistic and ambitious

high powered, high social standing among other alphas

Charlie:

Charlie’s alpha is older and has lost interest in sex; he mostly relies on Charlie as a companion; he also has limited concern for controlling Charlie so she has more freedom than most omegas and definitely more than Dean, Castiel, and Gilda

Only sexually attracted to other females; has a preference for omegas but has experienced attraction to alphas (an attraction she does not and has not followed through on given her status as an omega)

Gilda:

Demisexual

homoromantic (both for omegas and females)

Gilda’s alpha is close friends with Dean’s alpha; he’s hypersexual and extremely domineering

Gilda rarely gets to go out; most of her outings are to Dean’s alpha’s parties since Dean’s alpha insists on “proper decorum”, which means that mated alphas are expected to display their omegas

Dean befriended her first and introduced her to Charlie

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Masterpost for @spnkinkbingo 2016

Wayward Girls, DonnaJody

Fist Me, Baby, Fisting

Angel Hunt, Benreel

Trouble in Unassuming Packages, Handcuffs

Pinch, Stapling

Lipstick, Rimming

Angels in Love, CasHannah

Bridge, Handholding

Open, Fingering

Secret for the Lips, First Kiss

Inhale, Scent Kink

A Typical Saturday, Anal Hooks

The One That Doesn’t Count, BalthazarMeg

Nothing Behind Me, Touch Starvation

Squishing Up the Baby Bumble Bee, Bees?

Grip, Mooseley

Don’t Try This at Home, DeanLisa

Suck, Felching

On a Broad Bed, Virginity

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Fist Me, Baby

Square Filled: fisting (Card/Masterpost) Rating: Teen/Mature (discussion of sexual topics) Tags:  crack, Season 10 Summary: Slang is not Castiel’s strong suit. Word Count: 501 Written for @spnkinkbingo  Notes: Based on that one post that’s been going around:      Castiel: Fist me.      Dean: What the actu-      Castiel: *holds his fist out for a fist bump*      Dean: Oh fuckshit thats what you mean- okay Jesus fucking Christ.

Dean knew he was in trouble when he walked into the library to find Cas standing at one of the tables, phone in hand, frowning.  Cas flicked at the screen with the tip of his finger, then sighed.  Dean tried to ease out of the room, but he bumped into the door jam with his elbow.  The dull thud caught Cas's attention and he looked up to see Dean standing there, rubbing at his elbow in agony.

"Hello, Dean."  He smiled and Dean bit back a groan.

"Hey, Cas."  Dean walked into the room and made his way past Cas, side-eyeing him as he did.  Cas let him get into the stacks to find his book before he followed after Dean, effectively trapping him in the thin walkway.

"I have been talking with Claire," Cas announced.

Dean turned his face to the shelves to hide his wince. Nothing good ever followed that announcement.

"Yeah?  How's she doin'?" Dean asked. He ran his fingers across the spines until he came across one that looked like the book Sam had asked for.  He pulled it from the shelf and thumbed through it.

"Very well.  She's been studying for her GED.  She said that school is much too confining for her."

Dean snorted.  "I bet.  I hated it."  He leaned up against the shelf as he remembered, book temporarily forgotten.  "You just feel too different."

Cas hummed thoughtfully.  "She said something similar."  

Cas pulled out his phone again and Dean remembered himself.  He turned away, focusing on the book.  It definitely wasn't the one Sam was looking for so he shoved it back into the shelf and kept looking.

Just as Dean found another promising-looking book, Cas clucked his tongue and tucked his phone away.  Dean opened his mouth to ask, then closed it again, biting his lip until the urge passed.

"I still find her, uh, slang?  Her slang confusing," Cas admitted, as if they hadn’t had this discussion before.  He stepped closer to Dean, lowering his voice as he talked.  "It's strange how many different meanings are attributed to a single phrase."

"Yeah."  Dean skimmed the book, the put it back.

"For instance-"

Dean sighed.  Cas glared at him.

"For instance," he repeated, "I'm baffled by the phrase 'fist me'."

Dean choked on his spit.  "What?" he hacked, pounding on his chest with his fist.

Cas glared at him balefully until he'd settled.

"I said fist me, Dean."

"What the fuck, Cas?"  Dean backed up, eyes wide, face burning hot.  He knew he was blushing and he hated it.

Cas held his hand out, fingers curled into a fist, knuckles presented to Dean.  "Fist me," he repeated.

Dean groaned and wiped a hand over his face.  "It's fist bump, Cas," he said as he reached out to do just that.

"Ah.  That makes sense."  Cas knocked his knuckles against Dean's again with a nod.  "I had been certain fisting involved inserting the whole hand into the anus or vagina."

"Jesus Christ, Cas."

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Lipstick [nsfw]

Link: AO3 Square Filled: rimming (Card/Masterpost) Ship: Dean/Cas Rating: Explicit Tags:  semi-public sex, rimming, intercrural sex, hand jobs, makeup, unsafe sex practices Summary:  The man’s lips are bright red, slick with wax and spit.  His blue eyes are dark with lust and they promise to make a mess of Dean in the very best way. Word Count: 1,745 Written for @spnkinkbingo

Dean is so bored he’s gonna die.  There's no way around it.  He's going to die right here, in this club, surrounded by half-naked strangers.  He's going to keel over on the nasty-ass floor.  He's going to end up falling face-first in whatever is making his feet stick to the floor.

Dean frowns and glances down at his boots.  He shifts his feet and makes a face at the resistance he has to overcome for just that small movement.  At least he can't hear it, he thinks with a shudder.  

A pair of black leather shoes stop in his line of sight, distracting Dean away from his thoughts of finding hand sanitizer.  The frayed cuffs of dark jeans drag against the floor. Dean trails his eyes up the man’s legs to where the fabric of his pants stretches taut over thick thighs that make his mouth water.  His eyes linger over the teasing swell of the man’s crotch, then pause at the sight of a leather belt peeking from between the tails of a vest. Dean swallows thickly, grateful that the loud, pulsing music masks the click of his throat.

The vest pulls tight over the man's chest, a red tie tucked into the opening.  His shirt strains against the breadth of his shoulders.  Dean's eyes track up the line of the man's throat to his face.  He watches Dean, eyes sharp and focused.  Dean stares into them until someone slams into him from behind, knocking him off balance.

The man catches Dean by the arms and drags him against his body.  He's firm and hot and Dean shudders with pleasure, his fingers digging into the fabric of the man’s vest.  This close, Dean can make out the blue of his eyes, the brightness of them exaggerated with the thick kohl that lines his eyelids.

"Careful," the man rumbles, his voice a low echo in the space between them.

Dean's eyes dip down to the man's lips.  They're bright red, slick and shiny with lipstick.  Dean sucks in a sharp breath, his lips parting.  The corner of the man's lips curl up.  His grip on Dean's arms tightens before he adjusts his hold to curl an arm around Dean's waist, keeping Dean trapped against his body.  He dips his head closer and Dean's lips part further.  

He doesn't kiss Dean, though, shifting his face to the side just before they touch.  His cheek brushes against Dean's, stubble catching on stubble.

"Do you like what you see?"

Dean sighs, fingers curling.  "Yeah."

"You should follow me."

The man steps back, dragging his hands along Dean's body.  He turns away and starts pushing through the crowds, trusting Dean to obey.  They make their way to the back of the club, slipping past the lines of people waiting for the bathrooms.  Dean loses sight of him around a turn.  He hears the bang of a door slamming shut just before he turns the corner.  At the end of the hall, an exit sign glows dimly, nearly burnt out.  Dean glances around to make sure no one's watching before he pushes open the door to follow.

It's not much brighter out in the alleyway, but at least the street lights aren't flashing red and blue and green and yellow.  Instead they burn a dirty orange and cast long shadows.

The man is waiting across the alleyway, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, leaning back against the brick wall.  Dean steps close, eyes tracing over the man's features, cataloguing the straight line of his nose, the cock of his eyebrow, the cleft in his chin.  He's stunning.

Dean leans forward to kiss him.

He's stopped by a hand on his chest.  Dean opens his eyes to find the man smiling at him.  He taps his lower lip with the tip of a finger.

"Don't want to smear it," he says.  "Not like that anyway."

Dean swallows.  "Like what then?"

The man lifts his chin slightly.  When he exhales his breath rushes across Dean's face.  It smells like alcohol and makes Dean shiver.

"I suppose that's up to you."  He drags his hand down Dean's chest.  His fingers hook briefly into the waistband of Dean's pants before continue down to cover his cock.  He massages Dean through his pants working him to full hardness, humming his approval when Dean rolls his hips into the touch.

"I could suck you off.  Leave a ring of lipstick around the base of your cock for you to wash off in the shower when you get home."

Dean groans at the thought.  The man chuckles.

"Or what?" Dean asks breathlessly.

The man wraps his other arm around Dean's waist, dips his hand down the back of Dean's pants to slip his fingers into Dean's crack.

"I can eat you out," he breathes into Dean's ear.  “I can make you slick and wet and smear my lipstick all over your hole."

Dean swears, his hips jerking forward.  The man laughs, deep and throaty.  Before Dean can say anything, he spins them around, shoving Dean against the wall chest first.  He presses Dean into it, his chest against Dean's back.  His hands work Dean's pants open, pushing them down over his hips.  He kneels behind Dean, shoving his knees between Dean's calves and forcing his feet into a wider stance.  Dean braces himself against the wall, fingers digging into the brick in anticipation.

The man spreads his ass cheeks apart.  He hums softly as he traces a finger over Dean's rim.  Dean feels himself clench and then relax.  

"So pretty," he praises, making Dean groan.

The groan shifts into a ragged moan when the man leans forward and swipes his tongue over Dean's hole.  Before Dean can even catch his breath, the man gets to work.  He bits and sucks and licks.  His tongue slips inside Dean and Dean moans.  He rocks back against the man's face, crying out when the man bites him, then pulls back to order him to stay still.  He slips fingers into Dean, working them in and out right next to his tongue, pulling on Dean's rim until Dean is whining with pleasure.

It's wet and sloppy and so, so good that Dean sobs with it.  He moans in protest when the man pulls away, far too soon.  He presses his thumb against Dean.

"Fuck, why are you stopping?" Dean hisses, twisting around to stare at the man.

He looks up at Dean, a single eyebrow raised, and Dean gapes, his mouth dangling open.  The man's lipstick is smeared across his cheeks and chin, streaks of red that glisten with spit.  He winks at Dean, then surges up Dean's body to kiss him.  He slips a hand around Dean's body, wrapping his fist around Dean's cock before he presses Dean flat against the wall.

Dean had been too caught up in the man's lips and the man's hand to pay attention and it's a shock when the man's cock presses against his ass.

Dean jerks away with a gasp.  "You gonna fuck me?" he grits out, rocking his hips back against him.

"Just like this," he says and thrusts against Dean. He slaps Dean's thigh until Dean closes his legs around the man’s cock.  

He doesn't move his hand, just thrust into the hot, wet space between Dean's thighs and behind his balls, his momentum pushing Dean's cock through his fingers. Dean drops his head back against the man's shoulder.  He presses his cheek against the man's and it's only when he stills that Dean realizes it's too soft, too intimate for what they're doing.  Before he can pull away, though, the man wraps his free arm around Dean's waist.  He presses his hand flat to Dean's chest, fingers spread wide to hold him in place.  He rubs his cheek against Dean's and then starts thrusting again.

Dean loses himself in it.  Closes his eyes and takes in the slick feel of spit and lipstick between his ass cheeks, the heat and friction of the man's cock against him, the tightness of his hand around his cock.  He twists his fingers into the man's hair and holds on, lets it wash through him until he's crying out, his back arching, his body singing as he comes over the man's fist onto the wall in front of them.  The man groans and fucks against Dean harder, hips snapping sharply.  

Dean wishes desperately that the man was inside him.  When he says it out loud, the man groans and bites down on Dean's shoulder.  His hips grind against Dean's ass and he comes into the tight grip of Dean's thighs, his come smearing across Dean's balls.  Dean shivers with the feel of it.

The man's weight bears him into the wall.  He pants against Dean's neck.  Eventually he sighs and shifts back.  He stays close though; Dean can feel the heat of him.  The man wipes his hand off on Dean's pants.

"Hey," Dean grouses, but he only gets a chuckle in return.

He pulls up Dean's pants, zipping and buttoning them with ease.  His hands disappear and Dean hears the sound of a zipper.  Dean turns, resting back against the wall.  He takes in the man's appearance and laughs.  His carefully disheveled hair is now a true mess, locks standing up at wild angles, clearly the result of desperate fingers.  Dean reaches up to sooth them down.  The man's eye makeup is fine, but the lower half of his face is a mess.  Dean drags his thumb across the man's chin.

The man quirks a quick smile, then leans in to kiss Dean.  Dean wraps his arms around his neck and holds him close, kissing back eagerly.  He whines only a little when the man pulls away.

"I want to show you something," he says.  He pulls out his phone and thumbs it on.  Dean watches as he taps the screen a few times before he spins the phone to show Dean.  It's a close-up of Dean's ass, his cheeks spread, his hole gaping open.  The flash reflects off the shine of spit and highlights the red smears of lipstick on Dean's skin and his rim.  Dean's hole clenches as he stares.

"Fuck," he breathes.  He looks up at the man.  His eyes have gone dark with hunger again.  Dean grabs his vest and hauls him closer.  "You're coming home with me."

The man chuckles.  "I was hoping you'd say that."

[casualstories]

The One That Doesn’t Count [nsfw]

Link: AO3 Square Filled: BalthazarMeg (Card/Masterpost) Ship: Balthazar/Meg Rating: Explicit Tags:  AU, hook up, oral sex, vaginal sex, public sex Summary: "Did he tell you who I was?" she asks as she leans up against the bar, resting her weight on her elbow. 

Balthazar raises his eyebrows but shakes his head in the negative. 

"We dated for nearly a year.  I've seen all his tricks, taught him a few even." 

"Did you now," Balthazar says slowly, eyes narrowing in consideration. 

She grins again- red lips parted over white teeth.  She leans in close and he can smell her perfume.  "My name's Meg."

Word Count: 1,799 Written for @spnkinkbingo

“I’ve heard he’s an exceptional lover,” Balthazar comments as he leans forward on the bar. The bartender smiles at him, shaking her head, her dark hair dancing around her shoulders.

“He’s got a reputation, that’s for sure.”

“Mmm... interesting.” Balthazar points to his desired drink.

"You wanna take him for a spin?" she says as she reaches for it.  She doesn't look away, just stares at him with big, dark eyes, her red mouth curled up in mockery.

Balthazar tsks.  "Been there, done that, darling.  We're at an impasse more or less."

"Impasse?"  She slides his drink across the bar and Balthazar reaches out to take it, his fingers sliding over hers.  Her gaze flicks downward briefly, the twist of her lips now more amusement than disdain.

"Yes.  He insists that he's better than me, but I hardly believe that's true."

The bartender laughs at that, head thrown back to expose her throat.  Balthazar imagines licking up the line of it.

"Are you telling me you two are sleeping with each other's hook ups to compare?"

Balthazar can't help the grin.  She's the first to pick up on it so quickly.  "It's an ingenious way to find out, don't you think?" he goads.

She shakes her head.  "How do you decide who won?"

"Whoever gets a repeat performance."

"Easy as that, huh?" she scoffs.  "What if no one gets a repeat performance?"

Balthazar shrugs easily and takes a sip of his drink.  "Then we're both winners."

"Incredible."  Her tone is mocking, but her eyes are lit up with amusement.

Balthazar shrugs again and she shakes her head.  A woman wanders up to the bar and the bartender leaves to get her drinks.  Balthazar watches as she leans over to catch the woman's words, her black tank top riding up the small of her back to expose the pale skin there.  Her jeans sit low on her hips, and when she bends over, Balthazar can see the straps of her panties.

He takes another drink and keeps watching.

She returns after accepting the woman's cash and gestures to his glass.  "Another?"

"Certainly."  He pushes it toward her and she fills it again without picking it up.  "You never told me your name."

"I also never told you if I'd slept with him either."  Her lips part with a grin to expose white teeth.

"If you had any taste, you won't have," he comments.

"​You​ slept with him."

"Ah, yes.  Yes, I did."  He smiles at her, genuine and disarming.  "But I am easily led astray."  He waits a beat.  "And we needed to know what the other was working against."

She laughs, the same one as earlier that exposes her throat.  The large stone on her necklace glitters red in the dim light.  

They chat a little longer, long enough that Balthazar considers her a "no". It's not until her replacement arrives and they trade positions behind the bar that Balthazar realizes he was wrong.  She disappears behind the door marked staff, and when she reappears, she's apron-less with a jacket slung over her arm.

"Did he tell you who I was?" she asks as she leans up against the bar, resting her weight on her elbow.

Balthazar raises his eyebrows but shakes his head in the negative.

"We dated for nearly a year.  I've seen all his tricks, taught him a few even."

"Did you now," Balthazar says slowly, eyes narrowing in consideration.

She grins again- red lips parted over white teeth.  She leans in close and he can smell her perfume.  "My name's Meg."

Balthazar leans back to look at her- he does know that name; he just hadn't known it was ​her​. "I see."

"I hope you know I won't count for your little contest."

Balthazar snorts.  She definitely wouldn't.

"But I don't mind you taking me for a spin."

Balthazar's eyes lock on hers.  The offer's genuine and heat surges through his gut.  "Here?"

She wrinkles her nose, and he laughs.

"Your car will be fine," Meg says and turns to leave him staring after.

It's only when he leaves the bar to find her sitting on the hood of his car that he realizes she knew who he was all along.  She watches him walk up and opens her knees in invitation.  He curls his hands around the backs of her thighs and pulls her down the hood so she’s spread out across it.  She's all pale skin and dark clothing, a sharp contrast to the cherry red paint of his Jaguar.  She laughs, the sound dark and cloying.  

"Here?" Meg teases as she spreads her legs wider.  She runs her hands over her breasts, cupping them and massaging them through the tank top.  She arches her back in display.

Balthazar glances around; the parking lot is hardly empty, but it's not with arrivals, only with the drunk who are laughing to themselves, groups of friends who can't walk straight lines, let alone puzzle out the movements of two shadows in the dark.  He hooks his fingers into her jeans and tugs, bending over to bite gently at the skin of her stomach.

"I'm fine with here.  Are you?"

Her hands slip past his chin to bump against his chest as she undoes her jeans. He watches her slim fingers move deftly before she taps his chin. He looks up and she winks at him. With a wiggle of her hips, Meg pushes him back. He steps away to give her room to slide down the front of his car and land on her feet.

"Condom?" she asks.

He pulls one out of his wallet. Meg takes it from him and holds it up in the air, squinting to read the packaging.

"Nice."

She hands it back to him and turns away. He watches as she shoves her jeans down her thighs to her knees. She leaves her panties up as she bends over, presenting herself to him.

Balthazar reaches out to touch her through the fabric. She's damp already and when he presses with his thumb, Meg groans and drops her head forward. She parts her legs as far as her pants will allow her.

He drops to his knees and leans forward to lick her.

She laughs breathily. "Foreplay?"

"I have a reputation myself," he says as he leans down to wink at her where her face is framed through her thighs. Her laughter gives way to a low groan as he puts his mouth to her again.

Balthazar teases her through the fabric of her panties, pressing his tongue wide and flat against her before slipping lower to suck and tongue at her clit. Meg moans with each flick of his tongue and rocks back against his face. Her scent is thick in his nose and grows stronger the wetter she gets. It makes him hungry and he pulls aside the crotch of her panties to taste her directly.

"Fuck," Meg groans at the first glide of his tongue where he presses it flat against her and licks from her clit to the end of her slit. She tastes as wonderful as she smells, the natural ocean-salt of her mixed with sweat and alcohol. He presses his thumb to her clit while he focuses on working his tongue in her and against her.

Meg moans and writhes against him, her face buried in her arm, her thighs quivering against his shoulders.

"Oh, fuck, right there, keep going," she gasps, her hips rocking back into him.

Balthazar obeys, pressing harder and faster with his thumb, his tongue slipping inside her. When he feels her muscles tensing, he makes a pleased noise, mouth pressed flat to her body, and then she's coming, high pitched gasps muffled into her elbow. He gets a fresh slick of wetness against his tongue and he moans happily as he licks at her.

He only pulls back when Meg goes limp against the car and pants. He stands and presses his erection against her.

"May I?"

She laughs, the sound broken. "Please do." She twists to wink at him over her shoulder.

He leans back to undo his pants and push them down to his thighs.  As he rolls on the condom, Meg reaches down between her legs and pulls aside her panties, exposing her opening to him.  He sighs as he pushes the fabric aside further.  She leaves her fingers there and when he pushes into her, he can feel the pressure of them against his cock.  

When he's flat against her, he feels Meg’s fingers shift lower.  She tightens around him, making him groan.  She echoes the noise back to him, the bump of her fingers letting him know she's circling her clit, working herself toward another orgasm.

Satisfied, Balthazar grips her hips and pulls back to fuck into her. It's an easy glide, wet and warm and tight around his cock.  He closes his eyes and thrusts into her, obeying when she requests harder or faster or there, there, there.  She gets tighter and tighter around him, and his balls tighten up as his orgasm builds fast in his gut.  He fucks into her, leaning over her to brace himself against the car, letting his weight add pressure to his thrusts.

Meg curses when she comes again, her face pressed tight against the metal of the hood, her body trembling against his.  He thrusts a half dozen more times before he spills inside her, inside the condom.  

He pants into her neck until Meg rolls her shoulders to dislodge him.  He stands then, pulling out of her and listing to the side to sit on the hood of the car next to her.  The metal is cool against the bare skin of his ass and he hisses slightly.  She doesn't stand up, but she rises to her elbows to watch him pull off the condom.  He knots it and tosses it closer to the windshield.

"Not into littering?" she asks, tone mocking.

Balthazar shrugs and stands to pull his pants up completely.  Meg follows suit, tugging her panties into place and working her jeans up over her hips.  Balthazar watches her breasts bounce as she does, unabashed.

Meg snorts a laugh at him.  "You got somethin' on your chin."

His face is still wet with her juices.  Balthazar rubs a hand over his nose and mouth before rubbing it on his thigh.  She watches, her smile taking on a strange twist he doesn't understand. Meg turns away and reaches for her jacket before leaning up against the hood again.  She fishes a pack of cigarettes from an interior pocket and offers him one.

He shakes his head and watches her light one.  When she blows smoke into the sky, he asks, "What's the verdict?"

She laughs.

[casualstories]

Bridge [nsfw]

Link: AO3 Square Filled: Handholding (Card/Masterpost) Ship: Dean/Castiel Rating: Explicit Tags: AU, Angels & Demons AU, Angel Castiel, Demon Dean, Handholding, Soul Bonding, Topping from the Bottom, Top Dean, Bottom Castiel Summary: They’re drawn to each.  They’ve been drawn to each other since the beginning. Word Count: 1,570 Written for @spnkinkbingo

Notes: Part of my No World Between Us series.  This is set before Draw You In.

Castiel sank down on Dean's cock, his head thrown back, wings spread wide as they quivered with his arousal. He gripped Dean’s hands tightly, fingers slotted together. Castiel groaned as he settled flush against Dean. He raised his head to stare down at the Demon below him, taking him in, enjoying the sight of him in his pleasure.  Dean was beautiful spread out like this, wings a dark contrast against the pale yellow of Castiel's sheets, chest heaving, muscles trembling against the need to move, eyes squeezed shut.  His fingers clenched and unclenched around Castiel's. Castiel rolled his hips to make Dean moan brokenly as his wings thrashed against the bed, giving away how desperate he was to move inside Castiel.

Castiel dug his knees into Dean's sides and ground down against him. Dean moaned again as he thrust up abortively.

"Yes," Castiel hissed, jerking on Dean's hands.  Dean opened his eyes to look up at him, gaze hazy and unfocused.

"What?"

"Move," Castiel growled.

Dean tried to free his hands, but Castiel tightened his grip; he wasn't ready to let go.  Dean paused and looked at him for a moment, eyes flicking between Castiel's, trying to gauge what he wanted.  

In some ways it was as if they had known each other their whole lives.  In others Castiel could feel the distance between them.  There was distance here, in bed, but that distance grew shorter and shorter each time they touched each other, each time they moved together like this.

After a moment, Dean seemed satisfied.  He squeezed Castiel's hands, then shifted his feet, lifting his knees up to get leverage to thrust up into Castiel as he dropped down onto Dean.

Castiel threw his head back.  Each time Dean’s hips slapped against his, he moaned, his wings jerking with shocks of pleasure.  He rode Dean hard, focused on the feel of Dean moving inside him, on the feel of Dean's skin against his, the grip of Dean's fingers between his.  Sweat gathered on his skin, made his grip slick.  They were both mostly silent, too focused internally to make sounds other than involuntary gasps and moans.

"Cas," Dean moaned, hands spasming.

"Yes, Dean," Castiel agreed.

Dean cussed.  His hips jerked, breaking their rhythm.  Castiel tightened his muscles around Dean's cock, and then Dean was coming, groaning low and long, his back arched, wings jerking with slight hitches.  Castiel rolled his hips, encouraging Dean's orgasm, encouraging the broken off gasps that fell from his lips.  He only slowed when Dean went lax against the bed, mouth dropped open around heavy pants gasped into the air.  Dean's fingers loosened around his and Castiel finally let go, ignoring the small pang of loss.

He ran his hands over Dean's arms and chest while Dean caught his breath.  Finally Dean opened his eyes and smiled up at him, looking drowsy and sweet.

"Come 'ere," Dean slurred.  He reached for Castiel with both hands, one wrapping around Castiel's cock, the other hooking behind his neck to pull him down into a kiss.  Castiel let himself be pulled, stretching his wings wide to press them against Dean's where they were still spread across the bed.  Dean moaned into their kiss, his wings rubbing up against Castiel's.  Warmth spread through Castiel's chest, a tight happiness that made him feel delirious.  His skin tingled.  His hips rocked in time with Dean's strokes. Dean's cock- still mostly hard inside him- pulled at the muscle of his rim.  The leather of Dean's wings was a strange sensation against Castiel's feathers, but he loved it.  Oh, Heaven, did he love it.

Castiel bit down on Dean's lower lip as he came, hips fucking into Dean's fist, come striping Dean's stomach.  Dean's hand tightened around the back of his neck; his wings jerked against Castiel's.  They moaned together, voices in harmony.

Dean stroked him through it until Castiel whimpered.  He didn't let go, but his hand stilled, fingers a gentle pressure around Castiel's cock.  Castiel pressed a soft kiss to Dean's mouth, his lower lip swollen with Castiel's bite, the line of his teeth dark marks in the skin there.  Dean quirked half a smile, eyes cracked open so only a sliver of green was visible.  He stared at Castiel with adoration and Castiel knew he looked back just the same.

Castiel lifted his hips to let Dean slip out of him, then settled against Dean, ignoring the mess between them.  Dean wrapped his arms around Castiel and held tight.  Castiel tucked his face into Dean's neck.  He pulled his wings in and settled them around the curve of their bodies, edges resting on the bed.  Dean wrapped his wings around them, cocooning them tightly.  Castiel sighed and pressed closer.  Dean's chest rumbled with a silent laugh, his pleased sigh brushing through Castiel's hair.

It wasn't long before they drifted to sleep, Dean's arms and wings loosening their hold on Castiel, slipping down to relax against the bed, Castiel's own wings sliding down just the same as he dozed.

He felt it then, a small, tentative touch at the back of his mind.  Castiel shifted and turned his attention inward.  He reached out to it, curious.  When he made contact, the presence sparked.  It danced, delighted to have Castiel's attention.  It tried to twist around Castiel, to lure him closer.  Castiel could feel the hungry desire to be with him, to be part of him.  Castiel frowned.  He resisted out of caution, not disinterest, but the presence reeled, hurt stinging and sharp.  Castiel reached out to it with reassurance.  He pressed curiosity into it and it opened to him.

With a gasp, Castiel realized it was Dean- Dean's soul reaching out to his.  Dean's interest and love and devotion, his hunger and his desire, flooded into Castiel.  For Castiel.

It was too soon.  Too easy.  Neither of them should feel this way.  But Dean did.  And Castiel did too.  He could feel himself responding, reaching out for Dean in the same way, but he pulled back.

Castiel felt around Dean's presence in his mind, questioning intent.  He knew the request, on the surface at least, but there was a depth to it, something that Castiel didn't understand.  He pressed his patience into Dean, pressed his promise, and then he withdrew.  He left Dean's presence inside him, didn't push it away.  Dean settled, quiet and content, at the back of Castiel's mind.  Appeased, Castiel let himself fall asleep.

---

Dean said nothing about it the next morning.  Castiel sat at the kitchen table and watched Dean cook for them both, hips swaying to music only he could hear, wings flicking with energy.  Dean set a plate of scrambled eggs and sausage in front of him and leaned over for a kiss.  It was brief, just a gentle peck, but Castiel couldn't help cupping Dean's face and drawing him closer, couldn't help deepening it. Dean hummed into his mouth and pulled away with a smile.

"Eat," he said, pushing the plate toward Castiel.

Castiel smiled back and picked up his fork.  As he ate, Dean prepared his own plate and dug in.

Halfway through the meal, Castiel asked, "How do Demons mate?"

Dean choked.  He coughed to clear his throat, fist pounding his chest.

He blinked at Castiel.  "What?"

"Well, I always thought it was very similar to Angels, but-"

"It is," Dean interrupted.  He looked down at his plate, stirred his food around a bit.

Castiel watched him, his own food forgotten now.  Dean didn't meet his gaze.  He fidgeted, forking himself up a bite, lifting the fork, then lowering it before he ate.

"Was last night a request?" Castiel asked before he could stop himself.

Dean froze.  Slowly, he raised his eyes to meet Castiel's gaze.  "Last night?" he asked, voice rough.

Castiel nodded.  "I felt you."

Dean flushed and looked away.  "Um..."

Castiel reached out to take Dean's hand where it was fisted beside his plate.  He coaxed Dean's fingers open and slipped his own between them.  Dean sighed and held on.

"Yeah," he admitted, voice soft.  "It was."

"It felt different."  Castiel had received requests from others, none of which he'd been inclined to accept.

Dean narrowed his eyes at Castiel in question.  Castiel shrugged.  Dean watched him for a moment, then sighed.

"That's because it was.  I wasn't lying, exactly.  Demons do mate like Angels.  Most of them do.  Almost all of them.  But there's another type.  A- a permanent one."

Castiel blinked.  "You mean a bond that can't be broken?"

Dean nodded.  He poked at his food again.

"And that's what you want?  With me?"

Dean's shoulders hunched, his wings curling up protectively.  He shifted, angling himself away from Castiel, but he nodded.  Castiel's throat closed up.  His chest tightened, sharply and suddenly.  His fingers tightened around Dean's and Dean looked first at his hand, then at Castiel.  Whatever he saw in Castiel's face made his wings flare, his eyes widening, his fingers gripping Castiel's.  A smile spread across Dean's face, chasing away the fear and the embarrassment and the worry.  He lit up, brighter than the sun, his delight shining from him.

Castiel reached for him.  He reached for Dean with his other hand and his wings and his body and his soul.  He reached for Dean, stretching across the distance, and Dean reached back.

"Tell me about it," Castiel whispered to him, and Dean did.

[deancastropefest]

Title: Dark Forest Heart Author: casual_distance Artist: nikavarta Rating: Explicit Length: 21,261 Pairings: Dean/Cas (Sam/Jess) Warnings: brief canon-typical violence, mentioned attempted sexual assault, sentient bestiality Trope list: A/B/O, Non-traditional A/B/O, Werewolf/Shifters The wolf that rescued Dean from a Wendigo attack keeps hanging around, even after Dean’s healed.  For such a large thing, he’s quiet.  For an alpha, he’s respectful.  Despite himself, Dean finds himself drawn to the wolf and friendship easily grows into something more. Link to fic | Link to art

[casualstories]

It’s up!  :D

[deancastropefest]

Here is a list of all of our stories with links to each preview! We hope you enjoy each and every story as our authors and artists have put in a lot of hard work to bring you something special.

September 1 - Rain (museaway, mycolour)

September 2 - We Fly By Night (LoversAntiquities, Nika & sketchydean)

September 3 - Waiting for More (peridium, sketchydean)

September 4 - The One with the Loft (teacass, Paxdracona)

September 5 - Stupid Cupid (caswingsuniverse, Cenedra Riva)

September 6 - Fairy Tales Are For Suckers (Badwolfgoddess,     peanutbutterthenjelly)

September 7 - we finally got it all right (superhoney, Izulkowa)

September 8 - Trope Springs Eternal (voiolethaze, entirely-the-wrong-sort)

September 9 - You Found Me (through-shadows-falling, Kuwlshadow)

September 10 - Dark Forest Heart (casual_distance, Veronika)

September 11 - Forget Me Not (Brittany Vance, stopwatch)

September 12 - Go Down With This Ship (PorcupineGirl, gorrofemme)

September 13 - Friends and Burgers (justkeeponwriting, nonexistenz)

September 14 - His Shining Glory, James Castiel Emmanuel Novak, Sixth Prince of Celestine (A Diamond, Cenedra Riva)

September 15 - On Differing Translations (lucky-fallen-angel, Shannon)

September 16 - Heat of the Moment (RipUpTheEnding, Kuwlshadow)

September 17 - Though The Course May Change (imogenbynight, jigglykat)

[casualstories]

Trouble in Unassuming Packages [nsfw]

Link: AO3 Square Filled: handcuffs (Card/Masterpost) Ship: Dean/Castiel Rating: Explicit Tags: dark fic, AU, fallen angel Cas, demon Dean, soulless Sam, handcuffs, face fucking, masturbation, pain play Summary:  Dean gets caught by Alistair, but he doesn’t expect what’s waiting for him. Word Count: 2,442 Written for @spnkinkbingo

Dean wakes slowly.  He's cold.  The concrete he's sitting on is broken, chunks of debris digging into his ass and thighs.  His arms are pulled back behind him, jerked up as high as they'll go and then just a little more.  The edges of the handcuffs dig into his wrists.  His fingers are numb.  His neck aches.

Dean rolls his head to the side, hissing as sore muscles protest.  Something thunks and Dean opens his eyes to see a man standing across the room.  He stares at Dean, face expressionless, hands dangling by his sides.  He wears a trench coat over a suit, but everything is ill-fitting, sitting too large on his frame. His eyes shine blue in the dim light, but Dean didn’t need that to know he was looking at something that wasn’t human.

"Who are you?" Dean asks, his voice ragged.

The man says nothing, just continues to stare at him.

Dean grunts.  "Any chance you can let me out of here?"

The man stops staring then, lowering his eyes to look at something by his feet.  Dean follows his gaze down and sees the man is trapped.  He stands inside a circle that glows dimly.  It's the only light in the room, Dean belated realizes.

Dean looks around, kicking himself for not having done so sooner.  There are cages in the room, handcuffs dangling from the ceiling, coils of rope.  Instruments of torture line the far wall- blades of all sorts, needles, pliers, wire, a variety of liquids.  They are alone in the room, just the two of them.  Dean grunts.  He looks back at the other man, taking in his stillness.  He studies the glowing ring.

"Is- is that holy oil?" he asks.

"A variation of it."  The man’s voice is rough, ragged.  Dean likes it.

He considers the man more carefully.  Now that he's looking he can see way the edges of him flicker with dim light.  He can see the curve of shadows rising from his back.

Dean whistles lowly.  "I'll be damned.  An angel."

The man shifts his weight.  He's staring at Dean again.  "And you're a demon."

Dean gives him a toothy grin.  "Dean.  Dean Winchester."

The man doesn't react- which is all kinds of disappointing- but he does say, "I'm Ezekiel."

Dean pretends to think, pursing his lips and humming.  "Never heard of you," he teases.

Ezekiel only answers, "There's no reason you would have,” and continues to stare at him.  Dean stares back for a little while, but when Ezekiel doesn't even blink, Dean grows bored.

Dean strains his hearing, trying to see if Sam is nearby, but he can't make out anything.  With a resigned sigh, Dean shifts around, trying to see how he can get out of the handcuffs.  He can feel the sigils etched into them burning his skin.

It strains his shoulders, but Dean is able to shift enough to see that the handcuffs are looped around a hook.  If he can get to his feet, Dean should be able to sling the chain over the tip of the hook.  He clucks his tongue and thinks sloppy.

Dean dislocates a shoulder during his efforts, the pull of the chain too tight for him to avoid it, but he gets to his feet.  He shoves his shoulder back into place and waits for his body to heal.  Once the pain has eased, he catches the chain and slings it over the hook.  He's still handcuffed, but he's mobile.

He turns to the angel, who watches him with no expression, not even jealousy.

"How long you been in here?" Dean asks as he walks the circle of holy oil, bending down to study it.  He and Sam don't tangle with angels much, but they’ve learned enough to know that holy oil is the best defense.  He thinks they might like some of whatever this is.

"Longer than you," Ezekiel answers.

Dean barks a laugh as he straightens up.  "What're you in here for?"  Angels don't typically get caught by demons, let alone one like Alistair.

Ezekiel narrows his eyes at Dean, but he doesn't actually answer.

"You want me to free you?" Dean asks.  He edges the toe of his boot toward the holy oil ring.  Ezekiel's eyes dip down to watch, then dart back up.  He steps toward Dean.

"It would be wise if you did."

"Oh, yeah?" Dean laughs.  "Why's that?"

"An angel owing you a favor is-"

Dean cuts Ezekiel off with a scoff.  "I don't need no angel to owe me anything."

"Then you don't fear having an angel for an enemy either?" Ezekiel asks.  He stares at Dean through narrowed eyes, his mouth twisted in a scowl.  His wings become less shadow and more sharp-edged blackness.  It's a valiant threat.

"You're trapped."

"I won't always be."

"You'd have escaped by now if you could."

"I was waiting."

Dean laughs again, stepping back.  "That's rich.  Oh god that's rich."  

Dean digs his phone out of his pocket, turning his back on Ezekiel.  He dials Sam who picks up with an annoyed grunt.

"Hey, dickface," Dean greets.  "Did you forget about me?"

Sam sighs into the phone.  "I was getting around to it."

"Whatever," Dean grumbles.  He turns back around to watch Ezekiel.  "Hey, I got an angel here."

"An angel?" Sam perks up, his voice rising in pitch.  Dean hears a woman say something in the background.  Sam snaps back at her, muffled and annoyed.  They argue back and forth while Dean wanders to the torture wall and picks through the supplies there.  Most of the blades are blunt- great for torture, not so great for anything else.  Dean passes them over, pausing when he comes to a blade that looks sharp.  Dean tests it against the bulb of his thumb.  Blood wells up.  Dean licks up the blood as he slips the knife into his back pocket.

On the phone Sam finally returns, grumbling in his ear.  "Which angel?" he asks.

"Ezekiel."  Dean turns around.  Ezekiel is watching him, back to that expressionless look.  He's tucked his hands into the pockets of his coat.

"Ezekiel..."  Sam hums thoughtfully then sighs.  "Nope, nothing.  You should bring him.  I got some questions."

"Sure thing.  You gonna come with the van?"

"Yeah.  Leave your phone on."

"Lazy."

Sam scoffs and hangs up.

Dean turns back to the weapons, looking for something that might work on an angel.  He doesn't find anything, but he does find a jug of holy oil.  He carries it with him back to Ezekiel's cage.

"So here's the deal," Dean says as he sets the jug down by his feet.  "You're comin' with me.  My brother has a few things he wants to ask you."

Ezekiel raises his eyebrows.

Dean takes his lighter from his pocket, the chain connecting his wrists clinking.  Dean clicks it open, the tiny flame flickering to life.  "I have this holy oil and I will light your ass on fire if you try anything."

Ezekiel shrugs.  It's no acquiescence, but it's close enough.  Dean steps on the ring of holy oil.  It holds solid under his foot for a second before it cracks, the sound sharp and high.  It sends a shudder down his spine.  The ring flickers then dies out.  Dean looks up to find Ezekiel directly in front of him.  His eyes spark blue.

Before Dean can react, Ezekiel has the chain of Dean's handcuffs in his fingers, pulling and twisting it until he's bound Dean's arms together, the chain looped around his fist for control.  He grabs Dean’s hand and squeezes until Dean drops the lighter, then he kicks it across the room.  When Dean tries to lash out with his legs, Ezekiel kicks them from under him, sending him to the ground, knees cracking sharply against the concrete.  Pain shoots through Dean's left leg, then eases as the broken kneecap heals.

Ezekiel's grip is tight on his shoulder, holding him down, fingers digging into bone and muscle.

"If you think I would let myself become your pet, you're mistaken," Ezekiel growls.

"Too good for a demon?" Dean spits.

Ezekiel chuckles, the sound low and dark.  His fingers loosen, but he doesn't let go.  Instead he trails his fingers to Dean's chin.  He grips it, pushing Dean's head up so that his neck is extended.  Ezekiel slides his thumb against Dean's lower lip, dragging it down.  His eyes spark dangerously and Dean is suddenly aware of the way his slacks bulge out at the crotch.

Dean smirks around the thumb on his lips, looking up to stare into Ezekiel's eyes.  "Dirty angel."

Ezekiel clucks and yanks on the chains, jerking Dean painfully.  "My brothers would be inclined to agree with you."

Dean holds his gaze but he jerks his chin toward Ezekiel's crotch.  "You gonna do something with that?"

Ezekiel wrinkles his nose.  "If you think offering yourself to me is going to lessen my inclination to take you-"

Dean laughs.  "Dude, just fucking stick your dick in me already."

Ezekiel taps Dean's lip with his thumb.  "I like that demons don't need to breathe."

Dean frowns, but before he can parse through Ezekiel's statement, he's freed his cock from his slacks and forced the head past Dean's lips.  Dean startles, flinching enough to close his teeth on Ezekiel's cock.  Ezekiel jerks on his hair before he twists the chains, but he doesn't give any orders, doesn't tell Dean to open wider.  Dean looks up to see Ezekiel's head roll back as he fucks into Dean's mouth, heedless of the graze of Dean’s teeth.

Dean smirks as best he can around Ezekiel's cock.  An angel who likes pain.  It sends delighted shivers down Dean's spine.  Dean watches Ezekiel as he teases him, opening his mouth and relaxing his throat so that Ezekiel can fuck into it with no resistance.  When Ezekiel establishes a rhythm, tight and fast, his hips snapping against Dean's face with enough force a human's teeth would be shattered, Dean tightens his jaw, lets his teeth drag along Ezekiel's cock.  Ezekiel moans and thrusts into him sharply.  He lets go of the chain to twist both hands into Dean's hair, forcing Dean’s head into movement counter to his thrusts.

Dean reaches up to wrap his hands around Ezekiel's thighs.  They're thick and round, the muscles bunching and releasing beneath Dean’s palms.  Dean groans and scoots closer.  Ezekiel grunts back, fingers tightening.  Dean slips his hands back to Ezekiel's ass.  Ezekiel hisses his approval and thrusts faster.  Dean loosens his jaw again, but he slips fingers between Ezekiel's ass cheeks, pressing against his hole.  He forces the tip of his finger in despite the layers of fabric.  Ezekiel moans and comes, grinding his hips against Dean's face, fingers yanking on his hair.

Before Dean has time to process it, Ezekiel jerks Dean's head back, his cock falling free of Dean's mouths.  It's wet, slicked with his own come, Dean's spit, and bright red streaks of blood.  It's a gorgeous cock and Dean licks his lips in pleasure of having had that in his mouth.

Ezekiel shoves Dean back, kicking him in the shoulder until Dean lands on his back heavily.  Dean groans at the impact.  Ezekiel shifts forward to stand between Dean's thighs, forcing them apart.

"Take your cock out," he tells Dean even as he tucks his away.

Dean obeys, unzipping his pants and shoving them down just enough to free himself.  Ezekiel folds his arms over his chest.  His coat pulls tight across his body.

"Get yourself off."  He holds out a wrist, revealing a watch.  "You have 60 seconds."

Dean laughs; he's not going to need that much time, not when he can taste Ezekiel's come on the back of his tongue, not when the angel stands over him and stares down at him, unblinking, blue eyes dark with arousal.  Dean jerks his cock hard and fast, hips moving in time to his strokes.  

Dean comes in 30 seconds, and Ezekiel gives an approving nod.  He fishes a handkerchief from his pocket for Dean to clean up with.  Then he takes it back, hiding it away in a pocket.

"You keepin’ my come?" Dean asks as he stretches on the floor.  He leaves his cock out, knees lazily drifting as he watches Ezekiel.

Ezekiel shrugs.  "Come has power."

Dean raises his eyebrows.  "No shit?"  Maybe he shouldn't have let the angel take it.  He'll have to ask Sam about that, see if he needs to concern himself over it.  For now, Dean has something he wants to know.  "What's your real name?"

Ezekiel smirks at him, but Dean can see the way his eyes spark with approval.  Dean preens under it.

"Castiel," he says, and Dean freezes in place.  

He stares up at the angel, mouth dropped open in shock.  "The hell you are," he forces out.

Castiel chuckles.  He leans over and snatches up the handcuff chain.  He yanks on it until Dean stands too.  He wraps it around his wrist, then reaches forward to tuck Dean's cock away.  He zips Dean’s pants up slowly, buttons them closed.  He pulls on the chain until Dean is chest-to-chest with him.

"Do you really think I would lie about that?" Castiel asks, his voice pitched low.

Dean shakes his head.  

No one would lie about being Castiel, the fallen angel.  The one who didn't even to bother calling himself God, because he wanted to be known as more than that.  Castiel was the angel who had hunted down God- and then killed him.  The one who had laid waste to Heaven afterwards, committing genocide on a level that not even the most blood-thirsty humans can comprehend.  Afterwards he had turned his attention to Hell, hunting down his brother- hunting down Lucifer- and killing him.  He killed any demon that got in his way, any demon he didn't even so much as like and a few that he had.

Dean swallows nervously.  "How did Alistair catch you?"

Castiel smirks.  "I was waiting for you."

Dean closes his eyes.  Castiel hums softly.  He reaches up and touches Dean's cheek.  "I don't have any intention of hurting you," Castiel says.

Dean opens his eyes again.  Castiel's fingers trace soft lines against his jaw.

"You have a reputation.  One I have been greatly interested in."

Dean raises his eyebrows at that.  "Are you hitting on me?"

Castiel narrows his eyes, scowling at Dean.  He tightens his hold on the chain, twisting until the handcuffs bite into Dean’s wrists again.

Dean doesn't bother flinching, just holds Castiel's gaze.  Castiel smiles.

"Yes, Dean, I believe I am."

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Writing while deliriously tired

While Writing: I'm so creative right now, it's like all the normal constraints have been lifted. Wow I wrote 2,000 words in 30 minutes! This is going to be great.

Rereading the Next Day: I used the word 'Beautiful' 8 times in this sentence and instead of 'reassuring' I wrote 'refrigerator.' Also the tenses switched 3 times in one paragraph and I started writing about a character who isn't even in this story.

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Uncommon Destiel A/B/O Fics

A collection of Destiel A/B/O fics that have an uncommon or underused take on the A/B/O trope, broken down by type.  This is not intended as a rec list, but more of a collection of fics that break away from the common alpha/omega pairing/identity in various ways.  It’s broken down by category and a fic may appear in multiple categories.

Fics with asterisks (*) have only been verified by tags. Bolded fics are the most recent additions.

Gender Identity

Alpha/Omega: Part One | Part Two (untitled ficlets) by highermagic transAlpha!Dean/transOmega!Cas

Angry Inches by ghostyouknow transAlpha!Cas

Bronze by TheAuthorGod genderfluid!Dean

Omega (untitled ficlet) by highermagic transOmega!Dean

An Eligible Mate by Unforth transAlpha!Cas

In Which Cas Hates Cheap Coffee and Dean is Confused by Scent by Soupernabturel agender!Cas

The other side of you by Johansson_Scott intersex!Dean

Rainbow Fences by HigherMagic transAlpha!Dean/transOmega!Cas

sharp teeth and sharper words (series) by peradi agender!alpha!Cas (recognizes alpha designation but has trouble reconciling it with his genderless existence as an angel)

Teenager Dean who presents as an Alpha… (untitled ficlet) by avyssoseleison transOmega!Dean

Transitioning Cas (untitled ficlet) by highermagic transOmega!Cas

Sexual/Romantic Identity Spectrum is used to cover a range of identities.  Fics may have more specific tags or none at all.

Angry Inches by ghostyouknow alpha!Dean with a preference for men regardless of presentation

*Anosmia by Nonexistenz, TheAuthorGod aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

Biology and Feelings and Stuff by Annie D (scaramouche) aceSpectrum!omega!Cas

Castiel Finds a Mate by naughtylokistories aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

finally clean by sharkfish (waitforspring) aceSpectrum!omega!Dean

In Our Nature by artsyUnderstudy aceSpectrum!omega!Cas

The other side of you by Johansson_Scott aceSpectum!alpha!Cas

Typecast by nmwood (deancasheadcanons) aroSpectrum!omega!Dean/aceSpectrum!alpha!Cas

Alpha/Alpha

Alpha/Alpha Verse (series) by Bad Samaritan (quodpersortem), Valyria

Alpha/Alpha Verse (series) by tasteslikeplaid

Alphas!Cas and Dean being rivals in high school… (untitled ficlet) by avyssoseleison

Angry Inches by ghostyouknow

Before You Go Away by HigherMagic

Bronze by TheAuthorGod

The Experiment: Part I, Part II by bluebellsandcocklesshells

His bared teeth (untitled ficlet) by avyssoseleison

Inhale by casual_distance

Unwritten by PorcupineGirl

Will or Fate by Listae

Omega/Omega

*The Alpha Omega Project by ashwinchester4

Biological Imperative by ashitanoyuki

don’t need more than this by halcyonskies

*Fem!Dean Omega ‘Verse (series) by Elivira

*Homeostatis by Chippedcogs

In Locked Rooms by casual_distance

*A Rose by Another Scent by TheAuthorGod

Tribulation Nation (series) by Raicho

top!Omega/bottom!Alpha

(Don’t) Stand So Close To Me by Soupernabturel

Bare Your Neck (While You’re Buried Inside Me) by saltandbyrne

Destiel Kink Dictionary - Chapter 1: Felching by Soupernabturel

Free Will Family by destielpornlookalike top!omega!Dean/bottom!beta!Cas

For Science! by pm_lo

Gravity vs Velocity by Pepperann

If Dean was an omega famous for playing alphas by angrysouffle

*In these Woods by reillyblack

Into Your Hideaway (Ch. 33) by thepinupchemist

Kink in the Plan by arigatou_sunshine

My Alpha (And My Omega) by Nikolaus_Chaser

Omega Switch by faeryn

Ownership (untitled ficlet) by anonymous via smack-that-assbutt

*Pride and Prejudice and Knotting by angrysouffle

sharp teeth and sharper words (series) by peradi

Snapshots Verse (Ch. 14) by HigherMagic

Tempest of Oblivion by thepinupchemist

this is knot the way it usually goes by justacasgirl  top!beta!Cas/bottom!alpha!Dean

Weight of the World by Inferification

What a Bright Time by thepinupchemist

When You’re Not Around (part of series) by MooseFeels

If you know of a fic not listed here, please send it my way or message me!

Societal Flips, Other/Miscellaneous and Just Mentioned/Non-Destiel categories and other contributors are now under the cut to save on length.

Last Updated: 8/7/16

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Updated 8/7: added 12 stories

Published since last update:

Inhale by casual_distance (Hiiiiiii!)

Anosmia by Nonexistenz, TheAuthorGod

My Alpha (And My Omega) by Nikolaus_Chaser

Ownership (untitled ficlet) by anonymous via @smack-that-assbutt

Why do I go to extremes? and Feel that momentum kick in by zation

The Babysitter (untitled ficlet) by @heavenlymoonbeam (alpha!Dean/alpha!Lydia)

Our House Is A Home by TheIttyBitty (aceSpectrum!aroSpectrum!omega!Anna)

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Pinch [nsfw]

Link: AO3 Square Filled: stapling (Card/Masterpost) Ship: Dean/Castiel Rating: Explicit Tags:  AU, Dom/sub, Dom!Cas, sub!Dean, stapling, minor masochism, anal sex, aftercare Summary:  Castiel was quick, barely giving Dean time to process the press of metal against the corona of his cock before he felt the bite of the first staple.  The sharp sting of pain made him groan.   Castiel sank another staple into his skin and then a third.  Dean moaned and rolled his hips against Castiel's body.  Word Count: 1177 Written for @spnkinkbingo

Dean lay stretched across the bed, his hips in Castiel's lap, legs spread wide.  He wrapped his fingers around the bars of the headboard, dug his heels into the meat of Castiel's ass.  Castiel rolled his hips and Dean shuddered out the breath he'd been holding.  He'd wanted Castiel inside him for this.  He wanted to try it, but it still made him nervous.  Castiel was his crutch.  His comfort.  Castiel's hands on his hips, Castiel's heat against his body, Castiel's cock in his body.  Each time Castiel rolled his hips, gently pressing into Dean with no more intent than to make himself known, Dean felt his nervousness fade.  He let go of the bedframe and relaxed against the sheets.

"Good," he told Castiel.

Castiel hummed softly.  He let go of Dean's hips to settle a hand low on Dean's stomach.  He leaned over to pick up the staple gun, drawing groans from both of them.  His hand slipped down, scratching through Dean's pubic hair before circling the base of his cock.  He stroked Dean a few times, then wrapped his hand around his shaft to steady him.

"Eyes closed," Castiel ordered.  Dean sucked in a breath and, on the exhale, closed his eyes.  Castiel rewarded him with a gentle squeeze to his cock.  Dean held still despite his desire to roll with the movement of Castiel's hand.

The staple came as a shock.  Castiel was quick, barely giving Dean time to process the press of metal against the corona of his cock before he felt the bite of the first staple.  The sharp sting of pain made him groan.  When he didn't move, Castiel sank another staple into his skin and then a third.  Dean moaned and rolled his hips against Castiel's body.  He could feel his cock throb, feel the pain of the staples work its way under his skin adding to the heat there.

Castiel tutted under his breath and slapped Dean's hip.  Dean forced himself still, though he knew he was trembling.  Castiel ran his hands over Dean's stomach.

"Color?" he asked.

"Green," Dean gasped.  His fingers dug into the headboard.  "Green, green, green," he chanted.  He wanted more, but the only words Castiel allowed him once they started were his colors or his safewords.

Castiel squeezed him again and Dean forced himself silent.  Castiel pulled on the skin of Dean's cock, dragging it down against the staples.  Dean moaned.  Castiel released the pull and Dean whined at the loss.

Castiel chuckled.  "Be calm, beloved," he said and Dean felt the bite of another staple on the endearment.  He shuddered in mixed reaction.  He still fought against Castiel's casual adoration even though they've been together years, but he couldn’t help sinking into the pain that hurt him so good he just wanted to sob with it.  

Castiel stapled him again, another three in quick succession, and that time Dean did sob.  It wasn’t a lot of pain- a pinch, a steady sting, like an ant bite- but it was perfect.  It was Castiel pressing this pain into him and then soothing it with kind words and adoration.  

Dean lay on the bed and trembled.  He felt Castiel inside him.  Felt the throb of his cock.  Felt the pull of the staples in his skin.  Castiel traced gentle fingers over his cock, ran them along the line of staples, slipped up to press along his slit where it was slick with precome.  Dean shuddered and gasped for breath.  Castiel hummed pleased.  His touch disappeared from Dean's skin.  Dean almost opened his eyes.  He knew Castiel was watching him closely, knew he could see the flutter of Dean's eyelashes.  Dean knew Castiel was watching him struggle, and when Dean kept his eyes closed, Castiel rewarded him.

He felt the press of the staple gun against his cock and then the sting of another staple.  His cock bobbed without Castiel's steadying grip.  Dean whimpered.  Castiel chuckled.   He wrapped his hand around Dean's cock and stroked him hard and fast.  His hand was damp with lube, just enough to make the movement easy, but he tightened his grip until Dean felt his skin tug on the staples with each stroke down.  Between the sting and Castiel's purposeful movements, it didn't take much to push Dean over the edge, just one solid thrust of Castiel's hips.

Dean bit his lip to fight against crying out, his back arching with pleasure. Castiel stroked him until Dean slapped weakly at his hand.  Castiel released him and settled his hands on Dean's hips, fingers stroking over the skin there.  

"Color?" he asked.

"Um... yellow."

"What do you need?"

"Eyes."

"Go ahead."  

Dean opened his eyes and looked down his body at Castiel.  Castiel smiled at him warmly.  Dean reached for him and Castiel let him slot their fingers together.  Dean looked down at his cock.  It had already started softening, but he wanted to see.  Castiel freed a hand to wrap it around his cock and show him the line of staples around the corona.  It looked perfect, the glint of metal digging into skin, the shine of lube on his shaft and around the head, his come covering Castiel's hand.  He wanted a picture of it and reminded himself to ask for that next time.

His cock was mostly soft now, but Castiel was still hard in his ass.

"Come in me?" he asked.

Castiel made a pleased noise and gripped Dean's hips. He shifted positions and started thrusting into him. He was close already; his fingers dug into Dean's hips, and his thrusts were short and sharp.  Dean watched, fascinated with the play of pleasure on Castiel's face.  He shivered when Castiel groaned and thrust into him once more before grinding his hips against Dean's ass.  Dean watched his face twist and felt the rush of heat as Castiel came inside him.

Castiel didn't linger as long as Dean liked.  He pulled out and eased away from Dean, carefully lowering him to the bed.  His eyes were hazy and he leaned over Dean's body to kiss him, hands braced by Dean's head.  Dean tried to pull him down, but Castiel resisted.  He shifted his weight to one hand and cupped Dean’s face.  He kissed Dean's cheeks and eyelids.

"I need to remove the staples and clean you up," Castiel said.  "Then I will join you."

Dean pouted but let go of Castiel.  He closed his eyes and let himself drift while Castiel wiped him down and carefully removed the staples.  He cleaned Dean's skin again and then inspected him.  Dean opened his eyes to watch Castiel rub antibiotic ointment on him.

"Broke the skin?" Dean murmured.

"A bit.  I'll check on it again later."

"Mmm."  Dean reached for him and made grabby hands.

Castiel laughed.  He gathered their supplies and set them aside on the end table.  He crawled into Dean's arms and rested his head against Dean's shoulder.

"Sleep now," Dean muttered.

Castiel kissed his chest.  "Rest, beloved.  I will be here."

With a contented sigh, Dean obeyed.