This alternative story stems from the 19th episode of Season 12 in Supernatural. *We do not own or claim to own this franchise.*
Dean is sulking at his desk in his bedroom. He's pissed because Cas has been running around on his own fighting demons. He sits stiffly at the desk running through a computer program.
Cass knocks on the door, opens it, "Dean?" he steps into the room, "Here's your tape back." He stammers, placing the tape on his desk.
Dean looks up and says, "No, that's a gift," he picks up the tape, stiffly handing it out to Cas, "You keep those." Avoiding eye contact.
"Dean" sighs Cas. "Are we really going to do this? Fight just because I….I love you so much?"
Dean shuts his eyes and clenches his teeth hard, then takes in a breath, swallowing his anger, willing his body to relax.
He rises from the desk, steps towards Cas and closes the bedroom door. Cas hasn't moved so that brings them standing chest to chest in the doorway staring at each other.
"No." Dean whispers while staring at Cas's lips. "I'm not mad that you love me, I….I'd have done the same for you.." he trails off, their lips inching closer then finally touching. Soft, gentle, Cas sighs into the kiss, then leans in making it firmer, heated. The kiss breaks and Cas looks into his green eyes as if to speak, but Dean holds his arms at his sides to silence him and whispers, "I'm sorry, I just want us together on this, we're better together." They embrace in a full hug, all arms and tousled hair.
Suddenly there's another sound in the room, a woman's yawn coming from Dean's bed. They both look over towards the bed in surprise. "Is that Ashley?" Cas whispers in surprise, peering over to the bed.
Dean grins at Cas and crosses his arms, "Uh, yeah she had a nightmare earlier and was hiding in here…" Cas looks over her form hidden under the covers in disbelief. "I…I haven't seen her in so long, not since…,"
"Our first night together?" Chides Dean. He can hear Cas taking a nervous gulp.
You are sound asleep under the blankets with only one hand peeking out, your face is hidden under curls of dark brown hair. The two men take their places sitting on either side of the bed. They can't stop looking at you sleeping and let the soft sound of your breathing take over the room for awhile.
Suddenly, you wake up - yawning hard, you could swear you heard voices just now. How loud did this bunker get? You open your eyes and the first person you see is Cas, leaning over you smiling in wonder. The only light in the room is coming from a small bedside table. "Cas?" you whisper.
"Ash, its really you," says Cas. "Of course its Ash it hasn't been That long jeez," chides Dean, "Sam moved her in here a few weeks back after a bad run in with some werewolves."
You smile and nod at Dean. "So much for taking out an alpha on my own," you yawn again, stretching your body, "Did you guys just get back? I thought I'd heard voices."
"Um...yeah, dealing with some big bads." Dean nods, looking at Cas more seriously, locking eye contact with him. You can't make out their hard stare. But then when aren't Winchesters hardly staring at something. You make an effort to sit up in the bed. "Dean, do you want me to go? You two look like, um, you have business to finish."
"No." Cas interrupts, "Don't go please, its been too long since the last time …when you and Dean were my-"
"She knows Cas," Dean says while leaning across you on the bed to face him more. "She knows what we are to you." Dean looks down at you, an odd mix of love and sorrow in his eyes. "Ashley, kiss me," Dean leans over you knowing Cas won't look away, not for a second. You hesitantly taste Dean's lips, so warm and sweet and familiar. It had been awhile since connecting like this and there were usually more demons around when you did.
"Cas," you whisper as Dean leans back. "I can taste Cas on your lips." You're blushing now, looking at the two of them. Dean is looking at Cas again, patiently waiting. "It's easier when Ashley is here with us isn't it Cas." whispers Dean.
But Cas's eyes haven't left your body since Dean kissed you. His lips are dry, his hands are clenched on the bed. "Yes," he nods, "We, we need her." Without another word Cas leans over you like some sleeping beauty and kisses you fully, groaning into the feeling. You've caught on to Dean's plan by now and love the taste of each man. You'd never admit it out loud but, you've missed Cas. You've missed the closeness of those early years with the two of them since becoming a full hunter.
Cas leans back and removes his coat, throwing it on the floor while you help him unbutton that crisp white shirt. Dean says nothing, lets the moment happen while sitting on the end of the bed. Cas leans in again, this time searching for more of you beneath the sheets. Moving the cloth around until he has your hip in his palm, causing you to gasp. You look over at Dean, searchingly, the passion taking over in waves. "Do you want to stop?" asks Dean softly, so hushed as if afraid to break a spell. You exhale deeply, "…No, no don't stop but….come to me, like before, let it be like before." Dean nods, he takes his jacket off while Cas continues to kiss your neck, shoulder blades, feeding and nibbling. You sigh, looking beyond Cas to see Dean is back on the bed now, closer and shirtless. "I'm sorry we woke you up like this," whispers Dean solemnly.
"Please," you gasp "Touch me Dean, touch us." You extend a hand to him. Just like you were taught to. Just like you were asked to. In that other time, in that other place. When the bad felt good and the good felt good because there was only bad.
Dean accepts your right hand in his and kisses your inner palm. He places his left hand on Cas's upper back and begins stroking him between the shoulder blades. Finally, Cas comes up for air, lips blushed from kissing and turns to look up at Dean. Cas traces a scar on Dean's chest lightly with one hand before drowning in the other man's eyes. Their lips crush together and you can't look away. The heat of it causes you to tremble. The weight of Cas on your body while he kisses the other man, its almost too much.
You fully crawl out from the sheets on your knees and remove your t-shirt, throwing it on the floor. "Oh Dean," whispers Cas hungrily as he looks at you. "This is just like before."
Dean runs his fingers through Cas' hair affectionately and beckons you closer, "I know. She's amazing isn't she."
They come in contact with your skin at the same time, Dean facing you while Cas kneels is behind you on the bed. Both of them kiss down your body with new focus. A small cry escapes your lips. Dean's eyes are the brightest green you've ever seen them, pooling in the lamp light of the room. He licks his lips while kneeling in front of you, applying one of his hands to your thigh, then slowly higher until he reaches your opening - you can barely stand the anticipation after so much foreplay. "Please Dean," you gasp, "Please!" He inserts two fingers while the sensation of warm lips hit your lower back from behind. You cry out, fearing for certain you're knees will give and you'll fall off the bed. But Cas is there behind you, holding you in place. "I've got you," he whispers below your ear, looking down your body at Dean. Dean's knowing smile has returned and two men exchange another moment. "We're better together aren't we Cas?" smiles Dean.
"Yes," gasps Cas, "Yes, we are."
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