Warnings: threesome, medical play, D/s
"Let me see your hands," Sam said.
Castiel held out his hands obediently. Sam inspected them briefly, running his thumb along the edge of Castiel's fingertips. "You'll need to file your fingernails before we begin." Letting go of the angel's hands, Sam moved back to his duffle and pulled it open. He looked up and met Castiel's eyes. "Would you prefer to see what we'll be using now, or to watch me use them first?"
Castiel considered the dull shapes of fabric he could see through the opening in Sam's bag. He looked at his own hands and back at Sam again. "I would prefer to become familiar with the tools I'm to use first," he said quietly.
Sam nodded, and opened his bag. He pulled out several folds of fabr ic and a small black case, which he handed to Castiel. "Use the nail file and smooth out any rough edges on your fingernails. They're short enough already."
Castiel opened the bag. Inside was an array of unfamiliar items; he missed the understanding sharing this body with Jimmy had given him. He had neither felt nor heard Jimmy inside their shared body since he had awoken, practically human, after helping Dean go to Michael. His body had not required this degree of upkeep the short amount of time he had been human. He looked at Sam, helpless.
Sam, watching him, chuckled. He reached into the bag. "It's this one." He rubbed the flat, rough tool along the edge of his nail. "Like this."
He left Castiel to continue, and returned to his bag on the next bed. He pulled out the bundles of fabric, and laid them down beside himself. Castiel kept half his attention on smoothing out the edges on his fingernails, the other half watching Sam.
Sam pulled out a small bottle. "Disinfectant," he said. "You won't need to use this most of the time- soap and water are good enough for most of the things we'll be doing. The disinfectant is for the sounds." Sam unfolded the one of the bundles; inside there was a small case with a clear lid. Sam tilted the case to show him the content. "These are sounds. They're inserted into the penis through the urethra." He tapped the bottom of the case. "These ones are curved at the end."
"For the bend into the bladder," Castiel said quietly.
"Exactly," Sam said, smiling. "They come in a variety of sizes. I only use one on Dean- stretching can be dangerous, and the risk hasn't been worth it." He smirked at Castiel. "With you here, we might be able to afford upping the ante a bit."
He reached for the next bundle, and Castiel kept working on his nails.
Dean leaned back on the bed, eyes trained on the TV. Dr. Sexy curled his hand in the blonde nurse's hair before pressing her down onto the examination table. Dean jacked his cock slowly, intent on the screen. He pushed his foreskin down on the down stroke, and ran his finger over the slit in the head as Dr. Sexy laughed and rolled around with the nurse, boots in sharp focus on the screen.
Dean let his head fall back, against the pillows. He couldn't hear the murmur of voices from the other room. He shuddered at what that meant, at what was coming. His hand sped.
He arched his back, fucking into the air. His balls tightened, pulling up tight against his body, and Dean let out a disappointed moan and released his cock: it twitched and drooled a quick spurt of precome onto his belly. His hand fell limply to the side. He thrust his hand up into empty air a few more times, reveling in the faint slide his cock made with the movement.
He stilled after a moment, and was glad of it. The door between his room and the one where Sam was (he resisted a whimper) schooling Cas opened. Castiel stepped through, holding Sam's bag in his hand. Sam followed, and closed the door behind him.
Cas walked over to Dean's bed, and sat beside him. He set Sam's bag down, gently, next to Dean. "Sam explained things to me," he said quietly, and set one hand deliberately on Dean's upper thigh. He met Dean's eyes straight on and said, "You will have to be patient with me."
Dean shuddered to stillness in his skin, the heat of Cas's gaze flushing his skin.
"Start with the speculum," Sam said from the other bed.
Cas reached into the bag obediently and pulled out one of the ridiculous cloth bundles Sammy used for wrapping up the stuff they'd picked up over their time together. Cas unwrapped the bundle carefully, uncovering the stainless steel speculum Sammy'd picked up back in Michigan.
"If you turn onto your knees you'll be more comfortable," Cas said. Dean turned over obediently, propped up on his elbows and knees. His legs, spread for balance, parted the cheeks of his ass. C as's hand slid from his thigh to his left ass-cheek, pulling it to the side.
Just as Cas's breath puffed over Dean's hole, Sam spoke. "Put a pillow under his hips, Cas. No need to tire him out early."
Castiel took a moment and inhaled the scent of Dean's skin, then leaned back and reached past Dean's head for the pillow. He slid the pillow underneath Dean's hips. "Relax, Dean," he said and coated his index and middle finger in lube. He inserted them carefully into Dean's ass, spreading the lube. He made sure to give Dean's prostate a short rub as he withdrew.
"Good," Sam said, voice husky. "Now, the speculum."
Dean let out a long gust of breath as Castiel picked up the instrument, handling it carefully. "Hold yourself open for me, Dean," Castiel said, and Dean repositioned himself, chest pressed flat to the covers, shoulders taking his weight. He reached back with both hands, and held the cheeks of his ass apart.
The handle of the speculum was cool in Castiel's hand, smooth. The three prongs went smoothly into the cavity of Dean's body, causing the rim of his hole to clench rhythmically as he shuddered. Carefully, Castiel opened the speculum to the first notch.
"God," Dean moaned. Castiel could see his channel flexing, trying to close around the intrusion. Castiel pressed one finger just inside the hole, and traced the inner ring of Dean's sphincter. He could feel the muscle beneath the skin, which gave way to the smooth warm cavity of Dean's colon.
"Open it further," Sam said from the bed. Castiel looked over his shoulder and enjoyed the sight of Sam's hand moving lazily over his cock. Sam's cock was large- easily the largest of the three- and Castiel felt a faint shudder of the same hunger Famine had stirred in him so long ago.
Castiel loosened his tie. He turned his attention back to Dean. When he opened the speculum another notch, the red, clenching flesh of Dean's hole and the broken sound of arousal Dean couldn't hold back was more than enough to keep his attention.
Castiel leaned down, and kissed Dean's left ass-cheek. He opened the speculum further, widening the hole to more than an inch in diameter, and reached his finger inside. The bump of Dean's prostate was just visible between two of the prongs; Castiel deliberately avoided touching any other part of Dean's skin before he inserted two fingers and brushed the pads of his fingers lightly over the tell-tale bump.
Dean jerked. His hips thrust down into the pillow as though trying to get aw ay; his channel tried to close around the speculum. His fingers were clenched tight on his ass cheeks, fingernails digging half-moons into his own flesh. Castiel could see his muscles trying to swell to fill the empty space inside of him. "Guess it makes sense you're an expert in the human body, huh, Cas?" Dean asked, voice punched out and breathy.
"I rebuilt every part of you, Dean," Castiel said and gently circled Dean's prostate. He kept the pressure firm, even- not too hard. Sam had been especially clear on that point. "Every atom, every nerve- every place from which you draw pleasure, I gave back to you. There is nothing of you I don't know." A beat. "Or love."
Castiel could feel Sam's gaze on him, dark and hot. Despite their new-found balance, Sam was still sensitive on the subject of Dean's resurrection. Jealous, Dean had said. He'd laughed, but with sad eyes, and Castiel didn't pry further.
Casually, Castiel withdrew his fingers and opened the speculum further. The light from the sun was bright and saturated the room. With it, he could see all the way into the recesses of Dean's body the tool exposed.
When he reached inside to continue milking Dean's prostate, Sam's voice from the other bed stopped him. "Cas," he said, standing. He'd shed his shirt and his pants were pushed down his hips, the elastic of his underpants pushing his balls upward, pressing toward his cock.
Castiel followed Sam's lead, standing up from the bed. His fingers felt cold, without Dean's heat. He stoo d between the beds and watched as Sam moved behind Dean.
Sam didn't remove the speculum. Instead, he laid his left hand in the small of Dean's back and continued stroking his cock. "Up, Dean," he said and smiled when Dean let go of his ass and moved onto all fours. The pillow beneath his hips was damp, the wetness on the dark patch shining dully. The speculum still held Dean open, inviting, but Castiel could no longer see inside.
Sam bent his cock down, through the hole of the speculum. "You're so open, Dean," he said, fist still moving over his shaft. "I'm inside you right now, and you can't even tell, you're so open."
"Fuck, Sammy," Dean let out and dropped his head down. The planes of his back were smooth, perfect, and his shoulder blades stood out in stark relief. Castiel could see his limbs shake, could imagine his ass trying to clamp down on Sam's cockhead, inside but unfelt. His throat closed up and he couldn't help the hand he dropped down to his own shaft, rubbing himself idly through his pants. He was wetting his undergarments, but didn't reveal himself to the air. Sam had insisted he remain clothed for this joining and he would abide by those rules.
Sam's pace on his cock sped, and his hand moved from Dean's back to his ass and traced the red rim of Dean's hole. His head fell back on his shoulders and he grunted. Castiel could just see his cock swelling, spurting into Dean's gaping hole.
"Oh god," Dean cried, and Castiel watched in awe as his body spasmed, rocking back forward and back on Sam's cock, unable to feel the penetration but recognizing the warm, wet feeling of Sam's come coating his insides. Castiel could see Dean's cock, still untouched, dribble a stream of clear, sticky fluid. It hung in the air before slowly dripping down to join the slick already coating the pillow.
Sam drew back, squeezing his cock from base to tip. A slow ooze of semen squeezed out of the tip, which he collected on his fingers with his eyes at half-mast, lazy. "Do you want a taste?" he asked, kneading the liquid between his fingers and thumb.
"'Such a fucking bitch, Sammy," he slurred, looking over his shoulder and eyes obviously tracking the movement of Sam's hand.
Sam raised his brow at Dean's words. "That didn't sound like a yes, Dean. You should know to behave if you want a reward." He turned to Castiel and held out his fingers.
Tentatively, Castiel approached the brothers. He met Sam's dark, heated eyes, and then dropped his eyes to Sam's fingers. He bent his neck and licked at Sam's fingers, tasting Sam's essence, similar yet differen t from Dean's and his own.
"Like a cat," Sam said, eyes heavy. Dean craned his head back, desperate for the sight and moaned when he saw Sam's fingers still in Castiel's mouth, thrusting shallowly.
Castiel reveled in the curl of arousal winding through his body and sucked on Sam's fingers to clean them fully before sliding off with a faint pop. Dean let out a moan from the bed and dropped his head back down to hang between his shoulders.
Sam trailed his wet fingers along Castiel's cheek and through the other man's dark hair. He withdrew back to the bed, sitting and leaning back on the bed. He nodded his head back toward Dean.
Castiel turned back toward Dean as well. "Crawl forward, I want to get on the bed behind you," he said.
Dean inched forward carefully, moving slowly so he wouldn't dislodge the speculum still holding him open. Once he was far enough forward, Castiel got onto the bed, sitting on his heels behind Dean. Inside the hole held open by the speculum, Castiel could see Sam's come, white and thick. "What does it feel like?" he asked as he inserted his finger again to massage the bump of Dean's prostate.
"Cold," Dean said, voice hoarse. "It feels cold. Even just the air, is-" he paused for a moment when Castiel pushed down harder, "Is cold. Except- except when Sam's come hit me," he said, and pumped his hips in the air for a moment. "That was so fucking hot. Wet. But now it's just- cold."
"Even with my fingers in there?" Castiel asked, scooping up some of Sam's come and using it as lubrication as he rubbed more firmly into Dean's prostate.
"Fingers are warm," Dean grunted. He shifted on his knees, adjusting his position. Castiel could see his cock, heavy and think, was still drooling out a steady stream of pre-ejaculate. The clear fluid dripped down from his cock, not quite reaching the bed.
Castiel stopped and withdrew his fingers. He reached underneath Dean's body and caught the fluid before it hit the bed, letting it pool in the center of his palm. He turned to look over his shoulder at Sam. "He's going to make a mess," he said and flicked his eyes over to the bag that held the rest of Sam's toys.
Sam stared at Castiel for a moment and then threw his head back and laughed. "You don't need to ask my permission, Cas," he said, cupping his cock, which was starting to harden again. "You can do whatever you want- Dean certainly won't have any objections."
"I could have objections," Dean said. Bitched, Castiel thought to himself, enjoying the thought-patterns he'd used as a human.
Sam said nothing else but rolled his eyes where Dean couldn't see. Castiel smiled, and reached back into the bag, unrolling a handful of items before he came upon the set he was looking for. He removed it from the bag, and placed it gently on the bed next to himself.
Sam stood up from the other bed and walked to stand behind Castiel. "I'll do it," he said and placed his hand gently on the handle of the speculum. With a deft movement of his hand, the prongs contracted fully into the closed position. He slid the device out slowly, gently and put the speculum on the bedside table for cleaning.
"Jeeze, warn a guy next time," Dean said as he shifted on his knees. His hole, held open for so long, was slow to clench closed.
"On your back, Dean," Castiel said. Dean turned over slowly, an awkward shift with Castiel so close behind him. He propped himself up on his elbows once he was finished and stared down the line of his body at Castiel.
Castiel opened the case that held the second, uncurved set of sounds Sam had shown him. Toward the headboard, Dean's breath caught and his cock twitched and spurted again.
"He loves to watch," Sam said, climbing onto the bed behind Dean, back pressed flush to the headboard. He gave Castiel a stern look. "Are your hands clean?"
Castiel blinked and with a touch of his power- an abuse he wouldn't have dared, before- cleaned his hands. "They are now," he said, picking up one of the shorter sounds.
Not wasting any time, Castiel grabbed Dean's cock and angled it straight out from his body. He held the sound carefully between his thumb and index finger with his right hand and squeezed Dean's cockhead with his left. The thin slit of Dean's urethra peaked open at the pressure. Slowly, Castiel lowered the head of the sound to the slit and pushed the rounded tip inside.
Dean moaned, eyes riveted on the sound just poking out of his cock. When Castiel pressed the sound further inside, his legs began to shake. Castiel released Dean's cock and used his hand to keep Dean's hips flush to the bed. There was no need to take the risk of Dean thrusting up and impaling his cock on the sound too quickly.
Methodically, Castiel pressed the sound completely into Dean's cock. He watched the line of the sound descend, through the urethra, as an obvious bulge along the underside of Dean's shaft. When Castiel looked up, Sam's hand was placed solidly on Dean's pectoral, helping to ground the other man. "It'll stay in place?" Castiel asked. He ran the pad of his thumb over the head of Dean's cock, over the exposed end of the sound.
"It'll stay," Sam said. His eyes were locked on Dean's cock, hungry. The sounds had been the first tools Sam had shown to Castiel. His voice, when he'd spoken of them, had been unaccountably fond.
Dean was the reason they were playing this particular game, but Sam was why there were three separate sounding kits in the bag, despite the high risk for infection.
"Good," Castiel said, and picked up the discarded bottle of lube. He coated his fingers with the slick liquid and pushed his index and middle finger into Dean. Without the speculum, the walls of Dean's ass clung to Castiel's fingers, tight, hot and familiar. Castiel curled his fingers upward and found Dean's prostate again. "You're going to come from my fingers in you, Dean. With your cock stuffed so you can't make a mess of yourself, you're going to come, and Sam and I are going to watch you."
"Fuck, Cas," Dean breathed out, eyes open and locked on Castiel's face. Castiel pressed harder, and watched Dean's head fall back onto Sam's shoulder. "I can't- I won't be able to come," he whined, desperate.
"You will," Castiel said and leaned down to lick at Dean's balls, tight against his body. He rubbed Dean's prostate harder, fingers circling the organ. He nudged Dean's balls out of the way, and licked a stripe up Dean's perineum.
Around his ears, Dean's thighs shook. When he raised his eyes up the line of Dean's body, he could see Sam's hand had moved to pinching Dean's nipple, toying with it almost idly.
Castiel straightened his body, and began rocking his fingers into Dean, barely thrusting them. Dean feet dug into the mattress, pushed him up like he was trying to get away. Castiel followed the motion of Dean's body diligently.
"It's a sweet sound, isn't it, Cas," Sam asked. His left hand was jacking his cock, awkwardly, behind Dean's back. "His ass so loose, so wet- can you feel my come up inside him? Wet like a girl, you'd be soaked just like that pillow by now if we hadn't plugged you up, wouldn't you, Dean?"
Cas kept his fingers moving, making sure never to lose contact with Dean's prostate. Dean had started to whimper, a punched out, breathy whine escaping his throat every few seconds. When Castiel inserted a third finger, he bucked his hips up, desperate.
"Please, Cas, Sammy, fuck, I need- touch me, my cock's so full, I can't- I can't come, I need to come, please," he begged, eyes shut tight.
"Watch, Dean," Cas said quietly, speeding his pace slightly. His own breath was coming faster, now, watching Dean fall apart under his hands. "I want you to watch yourself come for me."
A high, desperate sound wound its way out from Dean's throat, and he opened his eyes, shifting his gaze desperately between Castiel, his own cock and what little he could see of Sam, behind him. "I need-" he said, almost inaudible. "I need-"
"I know what you need, Dean," Sam said, and let go of Dean's nipple to tangle his fingers in Dean's pubic hair, pressing against the base of Dean's cock with the skin between his thumb and index finger. "You need permission. Isn't that right?"
"Yes," Dean moaned, rolling his hips up in the air, as though desperate to get more of the sound into him, "Yes, please, Cas, let me come, please, Cas, please."
Sam met Castiel's eyes from over Dean's shoulder. "What do you say, Cas? Do you think Dean's been good enough? Does he get to come?"
Castiel could feel his own cock, untouched, begging for attention. "Yes," he said.
Before he could get another word out, Dean arched and shouted his release. His untouched cock spasmed, and come started leaking out past the sound, sliding down Dean's shaft. Castiel kept massaging Dean's prostate, harder now, and watched Dean's cock continue to spasm, more than he'd ever seen from a male ejaculate- enough to cover Dean's cock in it, making the whole thing shiny and wet.
With a soft, broken sound, Dean collapsed back onto the bed, body loose, trembling and exhausted. His ass kept spasming around Castiel's fingers, clenching up again and again, until the tremors stopped.
Castiel withdrew his fingers. He wiped them clean on his shirt and reached for Dean's cock, withdrawing the sound. Dean let out a quiet sound of- pleasure? pain, after that orgasm?- at the sound, and turned his head into Sam's shoulder, as though hiding from the sensation.
Castiel palmed the sound, and leaned back from the bed.
The theme music for Dr. Sexy played in the background. It seemed Dean had been watching a marathon.