#solo dean

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Ok but I feel when it comes to the actual physical aspect, Sastiel makes way more sense.

Cas is pretty much a newbie in regards to physical intimacy, he had that one very steamy kiss with Meg, where his desire kinda caught him off guard and then there was April manipulating him while Cas was human.

He has no sexual experience as an angel.

And Dean likes people who take charge, know what they want, are creative, take control. He's into dominant people (always ends up on his back in 10 secs flat canonically and loves it), people with fun kinks.

He probs woldn't have the patience to walk Cas through it all and just get annoyed or bored.

Dean would be like "Dude is there any dick sucking going on today or can I turn on the telly?" and Cas would mope.

Whereas Sam loves deep meaningfull conversations and to take charge.

He'll probably start with lots of talk about what kind of sensations feel which way to Cas, what Cas wants to get out of the whole thing, what he wants to experience.

Sam'll light up some incense and give Cas a nice long tantric massage, mapping out all his special spots.

And when Cas is totally at ease, comfortable and putty in Sam's hands he'll absolutely wreck him.

And in the morning Cas'll stumble after Sam into the kitchen, glassy eyed, covered in hickeys, hair a mess and has actual breakfast for the first time in his existence, because although he technically doesn't he'll just feel he needs the protein.

And Dean will look up from his plate of bacon and go:

"Yeah, way too much work, I just jerked it to the sound of you guys wrecking the bed."

And Sam will choke on his grapefruit, but blush with pride anyways.

[samslittlespoon]

Eavesdropper

**Reader request from a wonderful anon!

Pairing: Solo Dean, with a side of Sam x Reader

Summary: Dean finds out you and Sam are together when he accidentally hears you gettin’ it on one night, then eventually decides it might not be the worst thing.

Word Count: 712

Warnings: dirty talk, smut-adjacent, swearing

A/N: I’m moved in to my new apartment and ready to get back into writing fics! Mwahaha, get ready! I’m excited to jump into it with this request from an anon. xox

Dean popped the cap off his third cold beer of the night. The hunt that night had taken a lot out of Dean, and the booze helped him let loose to a point where he could finally fall asleep.

From the corridor, Sam’s heavy footsteps echoed through the bunker, causing Dean’s ears to perk up. The footsteps were traveling away from Sam’s room, not towards it, and heading toward’s y/n’s room. 

Shrugging it off with a swig, Dean headed to his own room, anxious to finally crawl under his warm sheets and relax for the first time in a while. 

Closing his bedroom door behind him, Dean yanked off his shoes, and stretched his toes with a sigh of relief. 

“Oooh yeah,” he whispered to the emptiness as he wiggled his toes. “That’s the stuff.”

Just as he lazily tossed his boots into the closet, a jarringly loud thud came from the other side of the closet wall. 

“I didn’t toss you that hard,” he said, honing in on the silence only to hear…grunting?

“He’s fighting! Sam!” Dean called, before bolting. He flung his door open and froze, listening to the words that were coming from y/n’s room down the hall. 

“God yes, baby,” she growled, “right there.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam’s husky voice followed. “You like that? Want me to keep doing that?”

With his heart now firmly planted in his throat, Dean tip-toed backwards into his room, wishing that closing the bedroom door also kept out the sounds as well as the scarring mental images.

He knew from their uncomfortably close time on the road that Sam was both aggressive and sweet in bed - an asset that had kept women coming back for more, much to Dean’s chagrin. If he knew Sam - which he did - he knew he was in for a very long night.

With a groan Dean threw himself back into his bed. 

How could he have missed the signs? Sam and y/n? It seemed so obvious now. Dean had teased them for having an unspoken conversation with their eyes, telling them only nerds and old married couples could communicate that way. He’d brushed aside the thoughts that Sam’s gaze lingering on y/n as she walked away was anything more than Sam being protective. And Dean would be lying to himself if he too hadn’t let his sights linger on y/n for a touch too long as well. 

So it was settled then. Y/n had chosen Sam. And right now especially, he was choosing her pretty hard…over and over and over.

Dean stuffed his pillow over his face and let out a strained yell, until he remembered the flask of whiskey he kept stashed in his nightstand. Thankful for the liquid relaxer, he took a heavy swig because next door, the love birds hadn’t slowed.

“Oh God, yes,” Sam moaned. “Fuck, y/n, you’re so good at that. You look so damn hot with my cock in your mouth.”

“Shit, Sammy,” Dean whined, taking another swig, angry that the drink wouldn’t hit him fast enough. 

Soon enough though, the liquor’s warmth washed over him and his whole body finally relaxed. The tension he began to feel in his boxers let him know that he had relaxed enough, and the thought of living vicariously through his brother tonight might not be the worst thing.

Snaking his hand into his boxers, Dean let his instincts take over. He played to the rhythm of his neighbors, keeping time to the rapping of the headboard against the wall.

“Oh God, I’m gonna come,” y/n called, “don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

Dean took that as his cue to finish, imagining y/n on top of him. Dean’s whole body tensed with his orgasm, all the way down to his curled toes, and finally, finally, he was completely and totally relaxed.

Sleep came quickly to Dean after that, and the next morning as he passed Sam in the hallway sneaking out of y/n’s room, he gave him a nod of approval.

“Listen, next time keep it down or use your room, aight?”

Sam gave Dean a sheepish look as he snuck down the hall. “You got it, sorry man. Got a little carried away.”

“Yeah, sure sounded like a good time,” he said rolling his eyes, closing the door to his bedroom, and found he was met with complete, deafening silence.

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Mi abuela ya ni me hace caso, nadie me hace caso bye