So, I've been having major writers block lately and I despise it. Anyway, I got this idea from an artwork I saw on deviantart by LittleDeathRobot. It's basically a picture of Lucifer!Sam holding Dean by the wrists between his legs while God!Castiel is between Dean's legs…saying "Let's Play." I knew as soon as I saw it I had to write it. Who else here thinks Misha Collins (Castiel) has perfect dick sucking lips? Or is it just me...
I do not own Supernatural.
Dean took a step back, his green eyes trembling as Castiel approached him with a dark and sinister expression playing over his face. The hunter hadn't seen his former angel friend since the night he had transformed into god and truth was, Dean was scared out of his mind, not knowing what to think of his comrade's new image. Not to mention that in the same night, Sam had mysteriously disappeared into thin air, and Dean hadn't seen his baby brother since.
"Cas, get away from me," Dean did his best to muster up an intimidating voice, but it came out as a cracked and nervous sound. The blue eyed man did not heed the command, smirking as he continued to inch his way toward the frightened hunter. As Dean attempted to further himself from Castiel, he stepped back, finally making contact with what he first assumed to be the motel wall behind him. He soon found out that this was not the case as two arms snaked around his, grabbing his wrists and yanking them up into a firm hold. Dean's heart rate instantly quickened, his eyes falling to the arms around him now, seeing two sleeves of flawless white. "Hello Dean."
A lump caught in Dean's throat, his lips pursing together as the familiar voice whispered deeply into his ear, the slight tingle of hot breath rolling over his bare neck. "Sammy?"
A grin spread across Castiel's face as he gazed up at Sam's much taller form, their eyes connecting as if agreeing to a silent contract. "Sammy's not here right now…" Dean knew all too well the recognizable tone to his little brother's voice, and he realized that it was not the youngest Winchester controlling the body anymore.
The brunette began to struggle in his Lucifer's grasp attempting to yank his arms away, but to no avail. As Dean continued to try and fight against the overwhelming power of the hold around him, Castiel suddenly stepped forward, filling the gap that had separated their bodies, his chest pressed against the oldest Winchester's. Dean ceased his movements, eyes going wide with surprise and a bit of confusion as Castiel's calloused hands came up, smoothing themselves over the hunter's and down to Lucifer's forearms. The look in the former angel's eyes was something Dean had witnessed countless times before from all the sleazy women he had picked up in bars on his journeys with Sam across the country. The complete look of urges filling their bodies, wants and lusts overtaking them.
"Let's play…" Castiel lowly said, a smile spreading on his full lips as he noticed color began to flood across Dean's freckled face. The oldest Winchester's eyes became even wider when the sensation of Sam's crotch slowly grinding on his ass was felt from behind. "Stop!" Dean growled out, picturing nothing but his baby brother trapped, a prisoner in his own body taking a front row seat to all of this. Before he could shout out another ignored command, Castiel's fingers were sliding up Dean's unshaven face, his plump lips spreading apart and pressing against the older Winchester's. Dean's pupils shrunk drastically, Castiel's mouth prying his open and forcing him to taste the former angel's tongue glide over his own. This was accompanied by Lucifer craning his neck so his lips were pressed against his throat, relishing the feel of Dean's quickening heartbeat thumping trough his skin.
"Dean…I don't know how Sammy controlled himself all these years…" Lucifer muttered into his ear, the sound of Sam's voice so unnaturally sinister. Dean groaned into Castiel's mouth, his eyebrows turning up as the blue eyed man's grip replaced Lucifer's, letting the tallest of the three snake his hand down Dean's torso, ending up on his crotch. As the evil angel began to run his long fingers up and down the rough denim, Dean's legs began to tremble, feeling so disgustingly guilty that his cock was beginning to stiffen from the Devil's touch.
Castiel's lips were still sliding and moving against Dean's, his teeth coming down to chew on the soft flesh of Dean's swollen lower lip. The hunter took his opportunity to try and make his way out of the situation.
"Please…please stop…" He pleaded softly, gaining a low chuckle from Lucifer, his fingers beginning to penetrate the waistline of Dean's jeans. "Please."
"C'mon Dean…you're obviously enjoying this," Sam's voice spoke, Dean's heart leaping to his throat as his little brother's hand laced underneath his boxers, grasping at his now firm cock, slender fingers curving around its thickness. Castiel smiled slyly, seeing the choked up expression on his favorite human's usually stern face as he began to slide Dean's brown jacket down his arms, letting it fall to the floor.
Soon after Lucifer removed the groping hand, he slid it up to the hemline of Dean's dark blue shirt, slowly pulling it from the hunter's body; Dean too stunned and flustered to fight back any longer. He also felt as if Lucifer and Castiel were holding some sort of telekinetic power over his being, keeping him in his place, calming him down.
As Castiel began to unbuckle the Winchester's belt, Lucifer steadily strode to the bed, stripping off his alabaster blazer, unbuttoning his matching shirt and slipping it from his broad shoulders. Then, went the pants. Dean's eyes traveled across the room to get a look at his baby brother's vessel, and his mouth went dry, seeing Sam's toned back, the curve in its small leading down to a pair of solid white boxer briefs tightly hugging Sammy's ass.
Dean turned, suddenly feeling every part of his body exposed, Castiel letting the hunter's jeans and boxers pool around his ankles. His face became hot, seeing Castiel's bright blew eyes slither down his body and gaze over his erect cock, along with Lucifer's. Sam's vessel took a couple steps forward, his height towering over his older brother, hands reaching around to pull his smaller body in. Dean flinched, his naked form pressed against his brother's hard body proving to be quite the guilty pleasure.