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t/wo-b/it grabbing da/rry's chin while da/rry's sitting on the ground. his blue eyes are glassy, barely focusing on t/wo-b/it as he grinds on the toe of t/wo-b/it's boot. his shirt is long gone, his belt unbuckled and slowly slipping out of the belt loops of his jeans. his lower abdomen is slightly round, the skin taut and pink. he hasn't pissed all day.

he can feel himself leaking, grinding harder on t/wo-b/it's boot every time he does.

"Lord... so pretty, squirmin' on my boot like that." he mutters, leaning down, closer to da/rry's face, breath smelling slightly of beer. da/rry accidentally lets out a big jet of piss, going right through his boxers and dampening the crotch of his jeans. "oh, honey, c'mon. you can hold it, can't'cha?"

he can't. it dribbles out of him first before he eventually just lets go of control, piss soaking into denim and his boyfriend's boot. it has to be about thirty seconds before his stream slows any, and by the time he's all empty, he's shaking, humping fast, chasing orgasm.

[niche-pastiche]

Feeling nostalgic for Supernatural but like…. different?

How about a completed cannon divergence fic that veers off in season 5 and just keeps going from there?

It’s a Destiel fic where Dean and Cas and Jimmy Novak, the man Cas is possessing navigate consent issues, work through trauma (Alastair gets mentioned) and talk about their feelings in various states of undress.

If that sounds like something your interested in, check it out here. If you like what you see, maybe give this post a reblog so others can enjoy too. It veers off right after the episode The End. So Dean’s fresh out of seeing that horrible possible future. Here’s a short excerpt from the first chapter.

(Read on AO3)

Love Notes Written In Salt And Lipstick  Chapter 1: The End

Dean pulled Cas into a kiss. Didn’t even have to think about it.

Like. Sure Cas had been dead before, splattered across the walls of Chuck’s house like sick modern art. That had been bad, but at least he’d gone out fighting. This time... Dean had watched him die in that bleak, bombed out future Zachariah sent him to, where Lucifer was wearing Sam’s body, and Dean had turned cruel. The sort of person who sent Cas to his death casually. For nothing. For a distraction.

So if right now he was standing on some random deserted street corner in Kanas City with his arms around Cas, trying to protect a body that could take a knife or a bullet without flinching - if he had to kiss him to let him know that he did matter, that this mattered - and say sorry to that other Cas, who a few days ago, five years from now, was throwing orgies he was too high to remember with women whose names he didn’t even know… well. Dean had never been the poster boy for healthy coping mechanisms.

All he knew was Cas’ kiss didn’t taste like smoke or absinthe. It didn’t taste like anything. And Dean kept it going, until he managed to convince himself that it was real. Mostly convince himself.

He broke away. Felt Cas go as silent and rigid as a statue in his arms. Probably, it was a decent idea to back off. But the second he did, one of Cas’ arms curled around him and it was like backing into a wrought-iron fence.

Cas stared at him. Head to the side like he had been asked a question.

“Cas. It’s - I’m…” Dean could do this. “Good to see you. Really, really good timing.”

He could make this right. He could call Sam, tell him he’d been an idiot for saying they should split up. Make it so that nightmare future never happened. Take better care of Cas.

... but then, he knew that he was guilty of looking at Cas and seeing, well, Cas. Not the normal guy who let an angel wear his body. And he was important too. Dean sure couldn’t ignore the broken bits of Jimmy Novak floating around Cas’ head in that awful future. He was still replaying that heart-stopping moment when one of those pieces seemed to surface, and all Jimmy could do was scream.

“Hey Cas…” He wasn't even trying to fight the angelic strength. “Is Jimmy okay?”

Cas looked confused. “You are referring to my vessel?”

“Yeah. You know. Is he... how’s he doing?”

Castiel gave Dean a strange, glazed look. Then the arms holding him shook, the body temperature cooled. Dean had zero idea what was going on, but didn’t have time to do anything about it before the grip around him was different. Now the body leaning against him had a totally normal, totally human amount of strength. And was breathing hard.

“Jimmy?” (Read the rest on AO3)

[jeanne-de-valois]

Hey uh @paragonred I know this isn’t technically what you asked for but I couldn’t stop myself

I ended up throwing together a Weird Episode in my head (maybe early season 5, if Jimmy survived the Raphael Encounter) where Cas gets yeeted from Jimmy’s body due to some shenanigans and thus has to possess Dean, and they both have to protect Jimmy until he can accept Cas back. Just an episode long Escort Mission, guest starring Jimmy Having Gay Panic and an Openly Bi Dean Winchester. 

This is one hell of a niche ship that I didn’t realize I was this into until I started drawing. Cas/Dean/Jimmy? Also what the hell is this show that I’ve been drawing Cas SO MUCH and I get excited to draw Jimmy. 

Thanks to Resident Cas-Possessing-Dean Scholar @kweh-not-wark for chatting with me nonstop about this AU yesterday, lmaoooooo

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it’s not explicit but this is dcj. for @generaldeliciousness, inspired by this prompt

Dean likes to people watch, and he’s pretty good at doing it without being creepy. His coffee shop of choice is always full of interesting folks, from crunchy hippies to tech wizzes in business casual to kids ditching school to — 

Insanely gorgeous twins. 

Disgustingly so. 

And eavesdropping does toe the creep line a little more, but they’re signing and he can’t help it. 

“Don’t look, but,” the one in purple is signing, “ok, look, but be cool. Hottest guy I’ve ever seen at your ten o’ clock.” 

The second one — in a blue button-up, sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, Jesus Christ — rolls his eyes but glances around. Dean quickly looks down at his coffee, then sneaks a look back up. 

“He was looking at you,” Blue signs. 

“We’re Deaf in public, dumbass. Everyone in this place is looking at us.” 

Blue rolls his eyes again. “It’s hard to find people attractive when they’re staring at us for being Deaf.” 

Dean cringes. 

“Plus,” Blue adds. “Us.” 

(We-two, Dean’s brain supplies.) 

“Why do you have to ruin all my fun?” Purple says. 

“Why did I get demoted from ‘hottest guy you’ve ever seen’?” 

Purple looks over again, and this time Dean doesn’t duck away in time at all and their eyes meet across the coffeeshop. Dean offers a smile and Purple grins back. 

“You saw him, right?” Purple says, not looking away from Dean. 

“You’re impossible,” Blue signs, though Dean is sure Purple misses it, because they’re still staring at each other. 

Blue turns towards Dean, his frown a stark contrast from Purple’s smile. Before they can turn away, Dean sets down his coffee — some sloshes over the side — and signs, “So which one of us really is the hottest?”

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