pairing: Sam Winchester & Castiel x Reader
genre: GENUINE FILTH !!! NSFW, double pen, p n v, porn with little plot
notes: This isn’t a sastiel fic (not that I don’t like the ship I am the biggest multi-shipper ever) they’re just both my favourite characters so I had to write something with both of them, warning this shit is LONG I got very carried away, I’ve also never wrote 3 person smut before so if stuff seems weird IM SORRY !!!
The motel room smelled like stale coffee and gun oil. Sam sat cross legged on the bed with his laptop open, brows furrowed as he scrolled. You leaned against the desk, arms folded, while Castiel stood near the window, staring out at the flickering neon sign like it had personally offended him.
“So” Sam said absently, “according to the witness, the couple was arguing before the attack. Something about… kissing?” You snorted. “That’s what people argue about now?” Castiel turned slowly. “Kissing is frequently a point of contention.”
Sam blinked. “You say that like you’ve got experience.”
“I do not” Castiel replied.
The room went quiet. You tilted your head. “Wait. Cas… have you ever been kissed?” Castiel frowned. “No.” Sam’s laptop snapped shut. “Seriously?”
“It has never occurred organically,” Castiel said, as if discussing weather patterns. You and Sam exchanged a look. “Well” Sam said carefully, a smile tugging at his mouth, “it’s… not complicated. Kind of instinctive.”
Castiel studied him. “Show me.” Sam hesitated. “Uh-“ Before he could overthink it, you stepped closer to Sam, fingers brushing his sleeve. “Just a demonstration.” Sam swallowed, nodded once, and leaned in.
The kiss was quick, soft nothing heavy but warm enough to make something shift in the air. When you pulled back, Sam’s cheeks were faintly flushed. Castiel watched intently. “I see,” he said. “There was… pressure. And intention.”
“Yeah” you said quietly. He looked at you then. “May I?” Your breath hitched. You nodded.
Castiel stepped close suddenly and hesitated like he was bracing for impact. When his lips met yours, it was careful, searching, like he was learning a new language syllable by syllable.
You softened into it instinctively. Cas exhaled against your mouth, surprised and pleased.
“Oh” he murmured. Behind you, Sam shifted. Something about watching it, watching Cas learn, watching you fit so naturally against him sent an unexpected heat curling low in Sam’s stomach.
Weird, he thought distantly. When Castiel pulled back, his expression was faintly awed.
“I understand now” he said. You smiled. “Yeah?”
“Yes,” he replied. “I would like to do that again.”
Sam cleared his throat, very suddenly interested in the wall. But the sound cut through the charged silence, drawing your eyes to him. His jaw was set, those broad shoulders rigid under his flannel, and you could see the subtle shift in his posture the way he leaned forward just a fraction, like he was fighting the pull to join in.
Castiel's gaze flicked to Sam, then back to you, his hand lingering on your arm, fingers warm and uncertain. “Again?” he asked, his voice a low rumble, laced with that newfound curiosity.
You nodded, pulse quickening. “Yeah, Cas. Closer this time.” He stepped in, lips pressing to yours with growing assurance firmer now, his tongue slipping past your teeth in a hesitant exploration. You guided his hand to your waist, feeling the slight shake in his grip as he pulled you flush against him. He tasted of ozone and something pure, his movements deliberate, like he was committing every sensation to memory.
From the corner of your eye, you saw Sam stand, the bed creaking under the release of his weight. He didn't hang back this time instead, he moved behind you, his chest brushing your back, heat seeping through your clothes. “It's not just about the kiss” he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His hands settled on your hips, thumbs circling in slow, teasing strokes. “It's the whole body. Feel her respond.”
Castiel broke the kiss to glance at Sam, eyes darkening with intent. “Like this?” He mimicked, his own hands sliding up your sides, palms grazing the undersides of your breasts through your shirt.
Sam's chuckle was low, vibrating against your spine. “Close. But let's make it better.” One of his hands slipped under your top, fingers splaying across your bare stomach, tracing upward until he cupped your breast fully, thumb rolling over your nipple until it peaked hard. You gasped into Castiel's mouth as the angel leaned in again, kissing you deeper, his tongue tangling with yours while Sam's touch sent sparks racing down your body.
The dual attention made your knees buckle slightly, and Sam steadied you, his other hand dipping lower to unbutton your jeans. “See how she arches?” he said to Castiel, voice rough with his own building need. “That's what you do- touch her everywhere.” He tugged your shirt up and over your head, exposing your skin to the cool air, then worked your bra free with practiced ease. Castiel's eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest, but he didn't hesitate his mouth followed Sam's lead, latching onto one nipple with a tentative suck, tongue flicking experimentally.
“Harder” Sam instructed, but he was already demonstrating his lips closing around your other nipple, sucking with firm pulls that made your clit throb. His teeth grazed the sensitive bud, just enough sting to draw a moan from you, and Castiel echoed the motion, his suction growing bolder, wet and insistent. You threaded your fingers through both their hair dark strands and tousled waves holding them to you as pleasure coiled tight in your core.
Sam's hand shoved your jeans and panties down in one swift motion, kicking them aside as you stepped out. Naked now, sandwiched between them, you felt exposed and electric. Castiel pulled back from your breast, lips shiny, and looked down at your body with awe. “Can- can we continue?” he said, voice strained, his erection pressing hard against his slacks.
As you nodded breathily, “Yeah” Sam agreed, his fingers sliding between your thighs without preamble, parting your folds to find your slick entrance. He pushed two fingers inside, curling them against your walls, thumb pressing your clit in firm circles. You bucked against his hand, whimpering, and Castiel watched intently, his own hand reaching down to mirror the touch fingers brushing your thigh first, then joining Sam's, probing curiously at your pussy.
“Together” you panted, guiding Cas's hand. “Both of you- finger me.” Sam's fingers thrust deeper, stretching you, while Castiel's slid in alongside, thicker and less coordinated, but the fullness made you clench around them. They moved in tandem Sam setting the rhythm, fast and deep, Castiel following with eager pumps, their knuckles bumping as they fucked you with their hands.
“Feel that?” Sam growled, his free hand gripping your ass, spreading you slightly. “She's soaking us. Add your thumb to her clit, Cas- right here.” Castiel's thumb found the swollen nub, rubbing clumsy but enthusiastic circles that had you grinding down, chasing the pressure. The wet sounds of their fingers plunging in and out filled the room, mingling with your gasps and their heavy breaths.
Your orgasm built fast under the tagteam assault, walls fluttering around their digits. “Don't stop- fuck, yes!” You came hard, juices coating their hands, body shaking as they kept thrusting through it, drawing out every shudder until you sagged against Sam's chest.
They withdrew slowly, and Sam brought his fingers to your lips, letting you suck them clean while Cas stared, transfixed. “Your turn to taste her” Sam said, guiding the angel's hand up. Cas licked his fingers tentatively, then bolder, eyes fluttering shut at the flavour. “Good” he murmured, cock twitching visibly in his pants.
“Clothes off” you demanded, voice husky, pulling at Sam's shirt. He stripped quickly flannel, t-shirt, jeans hitting the floor revealing his tall, muscled frame, cock standing thick and veined, precum beading at the tip. Castiel followed, shedding his trench coat, shirt, and slacks with less grace, his erection springing free long, rigid, untouched by human flaws.
Sam guided you to the bed, laying you on your back with legs spread wide. “Cas, eat her out. I'll show you.” He knelt between your thighs first, spreading your lips with his thumbs before diving in tongue flat and broad, lapping from your entrance to your clit in long, slow strokes. He sucked your clit into his mouth, humming vibrations against it, then speared his tongue inside you, fucking you with it while his fingers pinched your nipples.
You writhed, hands fisting the sheets, as Cas watched from the side, stroking himself slowly. “Now you” Sam said, pulling back with a glistening chin. He shifted up, kneeling by your head, cock brushing your lips. “Suck me while he learns.”
You opened wide, taking Sam's length into your mouth salty skin sliding over your tongue as you hollowed your cheeks, bobbing deep. He groaned, hand in your hair, thrusting shallowly. Below, Castiel lowered his head, mimicking Sam's earlier moves tongue tentative at first, licking your folds with careful swipes. “Like this?” he asked against your pussy, breath hot.
“Yeah- suck her clit” Sam panted, watching over your body. Castiel latched on, pulling the nub between his lips with surprising force, tongue swirling as he pushed two fingers back inside you. The combination Sam's cock hitting the back of your throat, Castiel's mouth devouring your pussy pushed you toward the edge again.
Sam pulled out with a wet pop, shifting down to join Cas. They flanked your thighs, tongues working in unison Sam's experienced flicks on your clit, Castiel's broader laps along your slit, occasionally dipping inside. Their mouths met occasionally over your skin, tongues brushing, but they focused on you sucking, licking, fingers thrusting until you shattered, screaming around the pleasure, squirting lightly onto their faces.
Panting, you pulled them up. “Fuck me- both of you.” Sam lay back, pulling you onto his lap. You sank down on his cock, walls stretching around his girth, moaning as he filled you completely. He gripped your hips, guiding you to ride him slow rolls at first, then harder bounces.
Castiel knelt behind you, hands on your ass, spreading you. “Here?” he asked, voice thick, rubbing his cock against your back entrance.
“Yes, go slow” Sam grunted, you whimpered, nodding, bracing as Cas positioned himself. He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, stretching you impossibly full, burning and exquisite. “Tight- so warm” Castiel groaned, bottoming out.
They moved together, Sam thrusting up, Cas pulling back, then switching, their cocks dragging against your walls in alternating rhythms. Sam's hands roamed your breasts, pinching nipples Cas's gripped your hips, angling deeper. The fullness overwhelmed you, every slide hitting your g spot, building to a blinding climax.
“Cum for us pretty girl” Sam growled, slamming up harder. Cas matched him, pace erratic but fierce. You exploded, pussy clamping down, milking them both. Sam came first hot jets flooding you followed by Castiel, his release mixing inside as he buried his face in your shoulder, moaning your name.
You collapsed onto Sam, Castiel draped over you both, bodies tangled in sweat slicked bliss. The motel room's stale scent was forgotten, replaced by the musk of sex and satisfaction.
