"What should we do with him?"
It was a question that had plagued the angel ever since the human agreed to enter their bed, and since Meg had decided to play harder games than Castiel ever imagined.
She frowned, looking at him pinned down with her shins on his stomach. "What do you want to do to him?"
Unfortunately, when Dean agreed to their forms of sex it appeared that the human was looking to get on top, but both Meg and Castiel had overpowered him with quick ease, and he was resorted to being Meg's plaything and Castiel's subordinate.
"I don't want to hurt him."
"Really, Clarence, you leave me waddling like a penguin for weeks but when Dean's involved you turn into a pansy?" she enjoyed the look her angel gave her and turned back to Dean. "Well, we could play with him together this time. What do you think, Princess?"
The Gag in Dean's mouth only made his suggestion muffled, and, to be honest, he was tired from the hunt earlier.
Just get it over with, he prayed to Castiel, knowing the angel would sense the thoughts.
"I guess it doesn't really matter," Meg mused as she folded back her knees to meet at Dean's thighs, the angel uncrossing his legs from where he sat beside her and took up the front.
Castiel didn't know how he felt seeing his friend this way, of course. But it was often a bit rewarding to see Meg work on someone else, watch her tease Dean with her tongue, smirking as she felt his organ rise against her lips.
Removing the gag, Castiel silenced Dean's scream from Meg's bite with a kiss, the human relaxing from Castiel's touch and then jumping at the demon's.
How odd, their little group, and how strange it must have been.
"Dean," Castiel warned as Dean started to struggle under the restrants Meg had forced him under. "Calm yourself."
"He ain't gonna be calm for long," Meg purred, her lips still tracing him before she swallowed.
Dean was uncomfortable, Cas knew. Lowering his face, he caressed Dean's neck, careful not to let his teeth hit Dean's flesh. He felt a hand grab at him, finally landing on the angel's knee, his stubby nails digging into Cas's skin.
He saw Dean suddenly relax and in the corner of his eye he watched Meg pull up beside him, Cas breaking contact with Dean to kiss his demon, the two of them disgustingly close as the lovers broke apart and looked down on their defeated human.
"What now?" he asked, still tasting Dean from the insides of Meg's mouth.
"Simple, Clarence," she blinked, pushing Cas to one side of Dean while she took his left. "We play."
Now on either side of him, the supernatural creatures were both fire and ice on his skin, Castiel the soothing comfort and Meg the harsh temptation.
In the end, it all seemed to work out.
As usual, when Dean was again allowed to speak and the two finally bored of him, the moved on, Castiel addressing his lover and Meg greedily accepting him.
"Aw shit," Dean hissed as he moved while they went at it, his hips and sides sore from where Cas hadn't healed him and from where Meg's bite was a lingering poison.
He rolled onto his back, hoping to sleep. He expected those two to break off and ditch as usual, sooner or later, but after a slight doze he was woken up by the feel of two limbs around his shoulder blades.
"What?" he asked groggily.
Flipping his head around, he was surprised to see Meg up against him, Castiel behind her. And then he realized they were holding hands around him.
"You're stuck with us, girlfriend," Meg said softly, her face nestling in Dean's neck while he felt Castiel hum through the bed.
Maybe sub' wasn't all that bad.