Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge
Dean gasped for air as he fell forward onto the floor, the weight of Cas in his arms heavy and unwieldly. Coughing weakly, Dean lay there for a moment, trying to catch his breath. Cas groaned and shifted away from him, slowly peeling himself up off the floor.
"Hey, hey, hey," Dean said quickly, sitting up and reaching for Cas, preventing him from shifting away further. "Please. Stay. I can't. Just not yet, okay. Not yet." Dean swallowed heavily and looked into Cas's eyes.
"Okay, okay, it's okay," Cas said softly, gently wiping away the remnants of the Empty from Dean's face. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere, okay. I'm saved." Cas paused. "You saved me."
Dean simply stared at Cas, silently pleading. With a jerk, he pulled Cas towards him, lips enveloping lips, and finally Dean could breathe again.
A/N: Hello everybody! I was so excited to get my first request that I began writing immediately and am now posting this at 2am. So it might suck. But please keep sending in requests because I promise that I’ll get better. *Sidenote: My default is to write for fem!reader so if you’d like me to write a request for unspecified!reader, please just let me know!
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Pairing: Jake Kiszka x reader (platonic Danny Wagner x reader)
Word Count: 1257
Warnings: SMUT 18+ ONLY, rough sex
Requested by: Anon- “Would you be comfortable doing something smutty with Jake? Maybe he gets jealous of one of the other boys and gets rough with you, leaving you with marks and hickeys to show off the next day?”
“Popcorn is ready!” Josh hollered as he made his way into the living room with an obnoxiously large bowl. He plopped himself down next to Sam on the love seat, while you were seated between Jake and Danny on the sofa that was just barely big enough for three people. You hit play on the TV remote before placing it down on the coffee table and settled back into the cushions. Jake grabbed your hand and lightly kissed your knuckles as the five of you began to focus on the film’s opening credits.
About thirty minutes later you found yourself beginning to drowse and your head fell onto Danny’s shoulder, just a few seconds before you heard Jake loudly clearing his throat in aggravation. You ignored the noise, too busy trying to keep your lids open and focus on the screen. You must’ve fallen asleep because you were suddenly very lost in the plot, having missed about twenty minutes and an entire character introduction. Also the movie was now sideways. Why was it sideways? Oh, I’m laying down, you thought to yourself still waking from your snooze. You began to shift in your spot, realizing that your head was in Danny’s lap as he mindlessly stroked your hair. It wasn’t weird or uncomfortable for either of you, Danny was your best friend since you were both in diapers. He had introduced you to all of the Kiszka boys, and he even convinced you to go on your first date with Jake. Speaking of Jake, you could feel his eyes on you like daggers, and his body was tense beneath your legs.
As the end credits began to roll, Josh and Sam were already entering a heated debate about the quality of acting performances. Danny grabbed his coat and said goodnight, giving you a kiss on the cheek before leaving to pick up his sister. Before the front door had completely closed there was a tight grip on your wrist and you found yourself being dragged down the hall.
Jake slammed the bedroom door shut and turned to you with a look on his face that you’d never seen before. His lips were tight with frustration while his eyes held anger and the tiniest hint of lust behind them.
“What the fuck Y/N” he spurted out
“I-I what?” you muttered in confusion.
“Were you trying to piss me off laying on Danny like that?”
Your eyes widened and your mouth fell open with surprise.
“Jake, I FELL ASLEEP” your voice grew louder “and it’s Danny, you know that he’s my best friend”
He glared at you as you spoke, his features holding that same expression. He took a step forward until his face was right in front of your own, and you could feel his hot breath on your cheek.
“I think you need to be reminded which of us is your boyfriend” he whispered before his hand came suddenly to the back of your head and he crashed your lips together. You kissed him back intensely and tangled your hands into his hair, tugging slightly making him moan. His grip on your head with one hand and the other on your waist tightened, silently telling you that he was in control. He pushed you onto the bed, pinning your hands above your head and attached his mouth to your neck. You almost thought he was trying to rip your skin off with how hard he was sucking and occasionally biting right above your collar bone. He continued sucking down to the top of your breast and his fists held your shirt, but he didn’t try to pull it over your head. He ripped it in half, tearing it off your body and throwing it to the floor.
You didn’t even have a second to be pissed about your destroyed garment because your nipple was now between his teeth. You screamed in pleasure at the sensation of his mouth on your sensitive bit of flesh. His left hand massaged your other breast while his right made its way down your stomach and under your shorts and panties. His fingers swam through your wetness and played with your folds, avoiding your most sensitive spots. You inhaled sharply and squirmed at the overwhelming sensation of his tongue on your nipple mixed the teasing down below.
Jake picked his head up and studied your face silently checking on you. He leaned up to place a soft peck on your lips before immediately attaching his mouth back onto your throat. He continued to harshly suck all over your neck and chest, marking you as his own. By this point his fingers had begun to rub circles around your clit, still teasing but giving you the pleasure that you so desperately needed from him. Neither of you could contain your hips from bucking up into him until he pulled his hand from your core and yanked off your shorts and panties with one swift motion.
He quickly sprung up onto his feet and began to remove all of his clothing while keeping his eyes on you and the dark markings that had begun to appear on your skin. As he pulled down his own pants and underwear his cock sprang up, already hard and throbbing at the image of you in front of him. Before you could take in the sight of his naked form, he was on top of you again, spreading your knees and lining himself up at your entrance. He looked at you with eyes softer now than before, and you nodded for him to continue.
With his hands placed firmly on either side of your head, Jake entered himself into you and you loudly moaned at the feeling of being filled. He paused once inside, then rapidly moved in and out, pushing harder each time. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling his body closer to your own. He placed his face into your chest and gave a light kiss to your sternum before taking your nipple again into his mouth. Your hands came into his hair, tugging on the long strands; you needed something to grip tightly while his cock was feverishly moving against your walls. He leaned onto one arm so he could reach between your bodies with his other hand and push his fingers onto your clit. You jumped slightly at the sensation and he began to rub the spot synchronously with the movement of his hips.
You could feel your climax getting close and tapped his shoulder signaling your imminent release. “Wait” was the single word he muttered against your chest. You didn’t think it possible and you tensed all your muscles attempting to delay your orgasm. You felt as if your body was about to burst with pleasure when he spoke one more time, “now.” You clenched around him as your release coursed through every muscle and he came, coating your walls. Your mind was floating for a few moments until you felt your breath begin to steady and the man between your legs relaxed against you.
With not even enough energy to open your eyes, you felt Jake remove himself from you and he cleaned you both up. A soft blanket covered your still naked form and his body curled up against you, lips softly placing small kisses on every mark across your neck and chest. His face found its way into the crook of your neck and you felt his warm breath on your skin as you both drifted into sleep.
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge (shhhhh let's pretend i'm not super late 😩😩😩)
"You've gotta learn to trust me," Dean said quietly, wrapping Cas's wounded hand with a clean bandage.
"I had it," Cas said shortly. "I didn't need your help, I just needed one mor-"
"No," Dean interrupted. Looking up from Cas's hand, Dean stared seriously into his eyes. "In one more minute you would have been dead."
Cas scoffed, stood up, and walked to the sink, throwing the bloody towel on the counter while he went. "You're overexaggerating," Cas said softly but firmly.
"No, I'm not," Dean responded, standing up and walking towards Cas. "You're human now. You eat and sleep and fucking shit now" Dean grabbed Cas's hand and lifted it up. "You bleed." Slowly lowering his hand again, Dean continued quietly, "You get hurt." Dean swallowed.
Cas looked down and closed his hand, surrounding Dean's within his own. "I'm sorry," he whispered softly.
"I know," Dean replied, looking back down at Cas's hand. "It's okay."
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge
"I've met the man I am going to marry," Dean declared setting his keys down on the counter and turning to his roommate, Charlie. Seeing her absorbed in whatever hacking nonsense she was up to this time, Dean grabbed the spray bottle they kept for their cat, Eowyn, aimed the nozzle at Charlie's head, and pulled the trigger.
"Ack, dude!" Charlie exclaimed, ripping her headphones off and turning to Dean. "In the middle of a campaign, hello!?!"
"Suck it up, Red, best man duty starts now," Dean said, plopping down next to her on the couch. "Charlie, I'm serious you have to see this guy. Dude has, like, permanent bed head, I swear. Had to fucking put my hands in my pockets to keep from touching. Bluest eyes you've ever seen, like looking into the damn ocean, and holy shit his voice!"
"Sounds dreamy," Charlie sighed sarcastically, turning to her computer. "Can I get back to it now?"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Dean said, getting up and walking to the fridge. "I'm telling you though," he added, leaning down and grabbing a beer. "He's the one, I know it."
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge
Cas was annoyed.
And no, it had nothing to do with Dean, Cas thought irritably, thank you very much, Meg. Dean could flirt with whoever he wanted, that had absolutely nothing to do with Cas. Nothing at all, Cas reminded himself as he reached down to grab another scrap of metal to hammer onto his sculpture. It was just a hot day out today, that's all. The only reason. A hot. CLANG. Humid. CLANG. Day. CLANG.
Pausing to catch his breath, Cas removed his safety glasses and wiped the sweat from his eyes. Hearing a high pitched giggle, Cas closed his eyes. Don't do it, he thought. You know it wont end well, you don't want to see it. Don't you. Fucking. Do it.
Cas opened his eyes and looked directly at Dean. Jesus fucking Christ, it just wasn't fair. How does he go around just looking like... like... like that. Slumping slightly, Cas sighed and walked to the side of the garage, tossing the hammer onto the work bench and grabbing his water.
Sitting down on a stool, Cas turned to look back at Dean, who was leaning over his own workbench and chatting amicably with Lisa. She's literally getting married in two weeks, you idiot, Cas scolded himself silently. This is just how he is, you know this.
Still, when you've been pining for your oblivious best friend for the better part of a decade, sometimes it's hard to remain rational when faced with 5'7" of gorgeous yoga instructor.
"Oh, Cas?"
Catching his name, Cas glanced up, eyes meeting Dean's from across the room. Smiling softly, Dean winked before turning back to Lisa. "Cas has got this, don't you worry. Your centerpiece will be the talk of the wedding, I guarantee it." Chuckling, Dean continued. "A Cas Novak original, even. Better save it, it's gonna be worth a lot of money one day."
Blushing, Cas ducked his head a little and cleared his throat. "Okay, okay, enough flirting you two," Cas called, getting up and walking over to Dean and Lisa. "Gonna need my assistant-"
("Business partner!" Dean exclaimed).
"-back so we can finish this piece." Cas leaned forward and hugged Lisa lightly.
"Okay, okay, I'll get out of your hair," she said with a laugh. Then quieter she whispered, "You better snatch that boy up before someone else does." Leaning back Lisa gave Cas A Look™ before turning to hug Dean goodbye and walking back out of their garage to her car.
Sighing, Cas turned back around to his pending sculpture. "I wasn't lying, you know," Dean said lightly. "This really is going to be worth a fortune one day." Smiling gently, Dean turned back to his bench, looking over the plans one more time before diving into the next stage of the project.
Watching him for a moment more, Cas smiled and walked over to his own bench. Maybe Dean was right, but for now, they had work to do.
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge
"Did you know that Jupiter has a thunderstorm that can swallow the Earth?" a small voice whispered from the dark. Dean startled, clutching at his blanket, his heart in his throat.
"Cas?" Dean whispered softly, trying not to wake Sam, sleeping across the room.
"Technically speaking the storm is an anticyclonic storm," Cas continued as he finally emerged from the dark, climbing onto the motel bed smoothly. "Its been raging for more than-"
"An anti-what now," Dean interrupted as Cas settled beside him, pulling the covers over them both and huddling down further into the bed. "Cas, you're so weird. I'm 9, not a baby, I'm not afraid of some-" CCRRAACCKK
Dean let out a high pitched yelp as a another clap of thunder shook the room. Diving further into the bed, Dean pulled the covers over his head and looked at Cas, his small face pinched in slight puzzlement.
"I'm not afraid," Dean repeated more forcefully, despite every bit of evidence to the contrary. "I'm not."
"It's okay, Dean," Cas said softly, with a gentle smile. "I'll watch over you."
Dean relaxed finally and smiled at the boy next to him. "I know," Dean whispered, reaching out for the other boy's hand. "Thanks, Cas."
CCRRRAACCCKKK-BBBOOOOMMMM
Dean ducked his head once again as Sammy's high cry pierced the dark, "DEAN!?!" Dean heard the sound of small feet scuttling across the floor, followed by the weight of a 35-pound five-year-old slamming into his own small frame.
"Oof," Dean let out, wrapping his arms around his little brother. "Heya, Sammy, what's this?" he asked, still hugging Sam to him. "You ain't scared are ya? Not of some measly old thunder, right??"
Keeping his tone light, Dean continued to soothe Sam as he quickly looked around the room. As always, Cas was gone. 'Night, Cas, Dean thought silently, turning back to Sam.
"Hey," Dean said, stopping Sam's babbling, "did you know that Jupiter has a thunderstorm that can swallow the Earth?"
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge
Claire was on fire.
Not literally of course, though it sure as fuck felt that way. Writhing on the red leather couch, Claire tried to stay quiet as the cure worked its way through her veins. This is it, Claire thought as another wave of burning magma flooded her system, This is when I die,
Shivering, Claire heaved in deep breaths of air as the waves of pain slowly mitigated. Closing her eyes, her father's face flashed across her mind. No, Claire thought stubbornly, I'm not gonna have my fucking life flash before my eyes.
Despite her protestations, more images started flashing in her mind. Her Dad and Mom, dancing in the living room on their anniversary. Blowing out the candles on her eleventh birthday cake, the last year her father was around before saying yes to Castiel.
Groaning, Claire closed her eyes and turned towards the outer edge of the couch, but the images kept coming. Cas and Dean throwing their own party for her eighteenth birthday, Cas's Grumpy Cat gift staring at her from across the room. Jody welcoming her with open arms for the first time, never having seen her before. Alex sharing her favorite lipstick while getting ready for a school dance. Fuck, even Randy, sharing dinner with him and Dustin, laughing at the latest math test and how irrelevant it was to their lives.
Jerking, Claire gasped, the fire spreading and burning through her limbs. Her vision turning black, Claire's last thought before there was nothing, to her surprise, was about Cas. Please, just let him be okay. And with that, Claire succumbed to the darkness.
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Slowly, Claire opened her eyes, her head aching and her throat dry. Shifting, she turned to look at Sam, his face slack with astonishment. A quick glance to the left had her meeting Dean's eyes, equally astonished but also relieved.
Utterly exhausted, Claire sighed, "You guy's look like crap."
Prompt from @deancaskiss' s drabble writing challenge
"God dammit where is she," Sam said softly, looking up from his watch worriedly. They had three minutes left until the rendezvous and Eileen was nowhere to be found.
Looking over his shoulders sharply, Sam shifted onto his toes, remaining crouched behind the concrete column. Taking a deep breath, Sam slowly started to creep forwa-
Suddenly, Sam was lying in the ground, gasping, all air having left his lungs. Before he could reorient, fangs were snapping at his face as a vampire struggled erratically towards him. Sam panted and strained as the vamp continued to snap its fangs, drool wildly dripping from its gaping mouth.
Fuck, Sam had time to think, before the vampire's head went flying, the rest of its body falling limp onto Sam's chest.
Eileen's face suddenly appeared over his, her expression amused. "Need a hand?" Eileen asked smugly, reaching her hand down to help Sam to his feet.
"Where were you?" Sam asked, rising to his feet and brushing the dirt off his legs. Eileen looked confused for a moment before laughing. "Sam," Eileen said, after a minute, tears still streaming from her eyes, "the rendezvous area was in the next room."
Sam could feel his face warm as the realization hit. "It's okay," Eileen said gently, wrapping her arms around Sam's neck and smiling up at him. "At least you're pretty."
