He told her once that an orgasm was like touching heaven, the way heaven should be, and Castiel is insatiable in her quest for them, sobbing and crying out and clutching the sheets every time the sensations overwhelm her and she comes apart. And Chuck’s become addicted to the sound of it, so much so that his own physical needs have taken a back seat to his addiction to getting her off — they’re not kissing for two minutes before he’s got his fingers between her legs, stroking the smooth flesh of her labia and teasing her entrance and palming gently at her clit until she’s worked up and begging.
Sometimes she’ll just rock into his hand until she shakes apart, sometimes she pushes his head down, and sometimes she begs to be fucked. Doesn’t matter the order, he’ll do it, and if he’s spent from thrusting into the wet heat of her, pulsing from her orgasms, he’ll still crawl down and lick, ravenous, until she’s screaming and grabbing his hair with tight fists. And by the fifth or sixth, it only takes her about thirty seconds to come down from a high before she’s rocking along to the next one, whimpering, pumping on his fingers as he just lies, spent, watching the beauty of her body erupting into another round of helpless shivers.
Thing about clubs is, they’re not like honky-tonk bars in the Midwest; here grabbing ass and grinding is pretty much par for the course, so nobody looks at Deanna and Cas twice as they move together, tight dresses barely a film between them as their hips and thighs and breasts rub seductively against each other. The music flows through them, and they kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths, completely intoxicated by the beat that pounds in time with their blood.
“Wanna get fucked,” Deanna murmurs into the plush wetness of Castiel’s mouth, and in response Cas slides two fingers under the hem of Deanna’s dress and pushes away her panties. Deanna sinks onto them, stifling a cry, and as she continues to grind her hips dip down to take in those two invading fingers again and again. She clings tight, the music rolling through her, and throws her head back in a wordless gasp as she comes right there in the middle of the crowd.
“Gentle,” Deanna murmurs as Castiel starts in, “remember, gentle, and wet, as wet as you can make it.” Castiel nods, her black hair bobbing between Deanna’s legs, and Deanna’s transported for a moment just looking at her, so earnest and focused as she is in all things, determined to pleasure Deanna as best she can. But Cas can also be a bit too focused, and Deanna has to guide her — “that’s my labia, hon, I can’t feel anything there” and “too much, too much - you’re not supposed to stab me” — to keep things moving.
Still, Cas is nothing if not a quick study, and about ten minutes in she suddenly wraps her mouth right around Deanna’s clit and sucks in a perfect series of pulses. Deanna promptly stops being a patient teacher and devolves into a desperate lover, thrusting her hips up into the ardent sucks of Castiel’s mouth and crying out at the top of her lungs as the pulsing sucks flood her with sensation and break her apart.
Cas is everything Deanna herself isn’t — curvy, full of swells and hollows that invite Deanna’s hands — and she has to admit she’s a bit jealous. As much as that female self-image crap gets to her, it gets to her in the enticing swell of Cas’s breasts, such contrast to her own barely-there boobs; in the round globes of her ass where Deanna herself is all bony. At least she can touch them as often as she can get Cas alone; at least her hands are always welcome moving over the curve of Cas’s hips and down her thighs, or feathering fingertips along Castiel’s breasts and teasing her nipples. Deanna loves the noises Cas makes, how she spreads her legs and begs in a wrecked voice for Deanna’s mouth to follow her hands into each dip and curve. And if there’s one position Deanna loves more than anything, it’s when they’re in a 69 and she can feel the voluptuous perfection of Cas’s breasts pressed against her stomach as she buries her face between those luscious thighs and licks Cas for all she’s worth.
It’s their last night on earth, so says Dean, and Castiel has to admit she may have been wanting this, even longer than she knew, because when Dean leans in and kisses her, she sighs against him as though she’s just found her way home after years of being lost. This Dean is different than the Dean she sees every day, out and about and full of bravado — this is truer, more him, touching her with gentleness but never reverence, caring more than he admits to but still not daring to believe.
And then his mouth is against her breasts, suckling, and his fingers pad delicately between her legs, and Castiel loses herself to the intensity of the physical thrill. She arches up, hands clasping around his neck to pull him in for a kiss, and when his cock slides past the soft ring of her entrance she sees sparks fly before her closed eyes. Dean inside her, full and moving, is strangely familiar, though, and through the streaks of ecstasy that make her gasp and cry out, she realizes it’s because he’s always been inside her — Dean, the strange human who forced her down from heaven into the darkness of the human world, has only now come to be inside her body, but he’s been in her heart since the moment she met him.
They all know something’s not right with Sam, but sometimes the desperation for some form of affection overwhelms them and Deanna convinces Cassi to just give in to Sam’s new perversions, just for now. It’s not hard to get lost in the sensation, Sam pounds into his sister with enough force to make her scream and cling to him - and for a moment or two he lets her. But as soon as Sam comes, filling Deanna with his dirty hot semen, he untangles her arms from him and stands back, gesturing Cassi forward. His sister looks filthy and debauched with his come dripping out of her, and watching an angel nuzzle up between Deanna’s thighs and lap at his spunk gets Sam ready for another go. And since he’s already fucked his sister into submission, Sam grabs Cassi’s hips and sinks his cock into her, getting as much on defiling the angel as watching Cassi going down on Deanna.
Getting Cas to relax is like prying open a locked safe, it takes a whole lot of patience and careful application of attention; but when he’s finally pliant and soft in Dean’s arms it’s definitely worth it, like a flower opening its petals in bloom or some other cheesy metaphor that Dean doesn’t really have the time to think about. After a while, it doesn’t even matter that Dean’s never been with a man, it doesn’t matter that Cas is different from anyone he’s ever been with - that’s kind of the appeal, he wouldn’t do this for just any guy, there’re emotions here that make all the other awkward bullshit unimportant. For once in his life, Dean takes his time, fingers carefully curling around Cas’ cock, stroking slowly, hips rocking against the angel as their bodies press closer and closer together. Castiel doesn’t cling to him like all the women he’s been with, but he doesn’t need to for Dean to see the depth of emotion in the angel’s eyes; Cas pants softly, fingers wrapped firmly around Dean’s arms, foreheads pressed together as the emotion builds, as the sensation builds, pushing them toward the breaking point. It’s nothing like Dean imagined, nothing like Dean’s ever experienced, and despite all Castiel’s apprehension, Dean realizes that he wants it to always be just like this.
Dean is a connoisseur of cunt. He’s seen enough to even have favourites, though he’d never be as crude as to fuck and tell - a woman’s pussy is her own business, and being invited to it is always a privilege.
Castiel’s is definitely in the top ten, a neat and tidy little thing that visibly darkens and swells when he pays it attention with fingers and tongue.
“You’ve got such a pretty little pussy,” he tells her one time after getting her off, preparing her for a second orgasm with light thrusts of his fingers inside her come-soaked cunt.
“You have a handsome cock,” Castiel replies, deadly serious; he doesn’t laugh, because in all honesty, he knows that’s the truth too.
Their mouths are touching around his dick, and when Dean looks from side to side he can see their knees shaking from the force of their arousal. Lying on the bed, one of his beautiful girls on each side, he encourages them with rhythmic shoves of his fingers into their cunts and endlessly flowing words. “Fuck, Sammy, I know you love kissing Cas over my cock…” and she moans in agreement— “you like my fingers inside you like that, Cas?” a spasm of her muscles and a soft cry in response. His orgasm is building fast, the sight and the feel and the thought of them surrounding him, and he lets them lick wet tongues over him and each other, pumping his hands inside them and curling his fingers up until they’re both vibrating with pleasure. Cas screams first, and comes, juices pouring down over his palm and wrist, and Dean throws his head back, arching up on the bed and shouting “Yeah, that’s right, Cas, fucking come for me, so fucking close, suck my dick nice and hard you two, unh!” And that’s all he can stand, as Sam wraps her mouth over the crown of his cock and sucks him down, her body shaking furiously as he works ever harder into her, his pretty sister with the mouth and the pussy he can’t ever get enough of, even when their beautiful angel is there to help.
She’s crankier than usual with her belly starting to poke out too much, with her breasts tender and sore and her hormones raging madly. But Dean does love the growth in her bustline, and not just in that teenage-boy sense he seems to have carried into his thirties - he caresses them gently, stays away from her painfully tender nipples, and nuzzles down into the valley between them with a contented sigh. She can’t help but relax when he’s this gentle, and she tips her head back onto the pillow, black hair spilling around her head, and sighs as he lowers his mouth to her swollen belly and whispers, “I hope it’s a girl.” Castiel’s eyebrows rise in surprise, but then he’s sliding downward and caressing her thighs and licking along her labia with a wet tongue, and she forgets the admission for a while.
