#sharkstiel

[merindab]

Sam and Castiel remind Jack that getting hurt wounds them too.‏

Bit of sharkstiel pwp (Sam Winchester/Jack Harkness/Castiel)

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They moved together, Sam in ecstasy. The one fucking his mouth grabbed his hair. Jack. At the last moment he pulled out and came across Sam's lips. Panting he slid down to lick the cum from his face, Cas doing the same on the other side, still moving inside him

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spoilers: superwood end!verse was supposed to turn into sharkstiel, or just a big orgy in general. jazz...jazz what are we doing with that >_________> *pokes with stick*

[merindab]

So  yeah, a certain couple of you guys made me want to write sharkstiel porn, so here you go:

New Year's Eve - Jack wants Sam and Castiel inside him to ring in the new year.

teaser below the cut

hey hadn’t made it to midnight. Of course, that was bound to happen when the drinking started sometime in the late afternoon and had quickly graduated from beer to harder things. Also watching Jack Harkness try to drink Castiel under the table was enough to end up with Dean passed out in a chair in the corner, bottle still held loosely in his hand while Sam perched in Jack’s lap kissing him sloppily.

Sam came up for air to tug at Castiel’s hand. “He’ll be fine. Why don’t you come over here,” he giggled a bit and grabbed at his ass.

Jack nibbled at Sam’s neck. “I know something we could do.”

Sam grinned. “Whatever it is, Jack, I bet it’s filthy.”

“You twenty-first century humans,” smiling ruined the effect as Jack rolled his eyes. He deposited Sam on the floor and wrapped his arms around Castiel’s waist. “I want both you and Sam inside of me.”

Castiel looked at him and frowned.  "Sam is statistically larger than average. I am uncertain this is wise."

Jack gave him a grin. "Believe me angel-baby, I'm quite capable of taking both of you."

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[heavenmetals]

do you think we'll see a continuation of that hs au with witch cas?

oh man i appreciate you asking!!

i'm hoping to write one more tiny chapter this week, but i'm actually going abroad for a semester in the UK in a week so i may not have much time to be writing while i'm away

it's an au that raven and i have talked about a bit and we both really enjoy it so hopefully you'll be seeing stuff from both of us about it!

[sunflowyr]

raven (co-author of twist and shout) and i are planning a fic together

it's going to gut you

[heavenmetals]

maybe

maybe i will write a whole punk witches fic?????

[heavenmetals]

Dean Winchester was unsure of many things.

 He was unsure why, for instance, his tiny and broken family settled down in the South, of all places, after his father had finally given up hunting. Not that he disliked it; the town was small and humid, even in the winter and it seemed that everybody knew everybody’s business, but it was safe. Safe was preferred. Safe was good.

 Yet still, he sat bored, eyes glazed over, at the back of the classroom, a dull kind of desperation for the bell to ring sitting in the pit of his stomach. Another thing Dean Winchester was unsure of was why he was in school in the first place. He had few friends, for his rather ornery and guarded personality deterred most people from speaking to him in the first place, had few aspirations, and “lacked ambition,” as a few of his teachers had noted, despite possessing a high intelligence.

 Stretching his arms over his head and yawning, he snuck a peak at the students to either side of him in the back row. Empty seat to his left, and beyond that a boy with a mullet asleep on his desk. To his right… well, Dean was more than a little unsure about the kid to his left.

 Dark, rumpled hair, bright blue eyes peeking up from behind thick, black lashes, outfitted all in black, some flowy something-or-other draped over wiry arms. Strange getup for a freshman, although Dean supposed he shouldn’t judge. But the guy definitely had a strange name: Castiel.

 Time seemed suspended; within the millisecond in which their eyes met, a thousand thoughts passed, fleeting, through his mind. It was a bizarre feeling, one that didn’t feel quite… real. Didn’t feel possible.

 Just as quickly as Dean had found himself trapped in the boy’s eyes, the kid had gone. When Dean fully realized what was happening, Castiel had already reached the door and exited.

 Weird, Dean thought to himself as he shoved his notebooks in his rucksack. Dean had seen a thousand impossible things in his short life, and yet nothing felt quite as surreal as that boy’s eyes. Like something magic lurked beneath them, swimming in the irises.

 As his brain buzzed with thoughts of this strange classmate of his, he walked down the emptying hallway, ignoring the flurry of activity as students readied themselves to go home for the day. Dean’s house was close enough that he was one of the lucky few cursed with walking home, regardless of weather or season.

 And so Dean trekked home, through empty streets to his usual shortcut through the damp woods behind his house. But this time, something stopped him. He heard a cry, and then a deluge of words, each bleeding into the next, entirely incomprehensible. Dean turned sharply to find the source of the noise but could find nothing.

 Careful to make as little noise as possible, he crept in the direction of the noise only to find that same, strange Castiel huddled in a clearing, holding something in his hands. Years of hunting allowed him the stealth to sneak closer to the boy to see just exactly what he was doing.

 As he came closer, Dean could see Castiel holding a small bird, twitching and chirruping loudly, its wing bent at an unnatural angle. Castiel was holding it close to his face, speaking loudly to it as if it could understand him.

But upon further inspection, Dean realized something that could only be described as a sort of mist was emanating from Castiel’s mouth; a purplish and shining vapor that wrapped itself around the tiny bird and began to lift it from the kid’s hands. Held aloft by the smoke, the wing began to mend itself, the bird’s chirping becoming less frenzied as it did so. Castiel smiled at the bird as it began to flutter around and the mist dissipated. “There you go,” he whispered giddily to the small creature

 Dean’s mouth was agape. Now, Dean Winchester had always been unsure of many things, but he was now most unsure of how he would deal with the fact that this mysterious, beautiful boy was, in fact, a witch.