Your first conscious thought after waking up is, 'it's hot in here.' You rub your eyes and try to kick the blankets and sheets from your body but wind up kicking someone's shin instead. You gasp, jolting from grogginess and opening your eyes. Warm puffs of breath roll over your cheeks and you are face to scruffy face with a sleeping angel of the Lord. Your heart leaps to your neck and your mouth falls open in shock. Castiel… sleeping in bed… with you? He has one arm secured around your waist and seems completely undisturbed by your kicking him in the leg. It's at this time that you realize skin on skin contact with him meant… yep. You are both butt naked.

"Mmm…"

Your heart gives a jolt at the stifled sound coming from beneath the blanket.What the…? Your eyes widen as you realized not only were you in bed with Castiel but there was another person cuddled against your rib cage. You could feel the weight of their head beneath your breast.

Please don't be Dean, I will never hear the end of it, you think as you slowly lift the sheet to reveal who your second partner was. You relax at the sight of Samandriel, his cheek resting on your sternum. Sweet, loving Alfie wouldn't dare to tease you about this and Castiel was definitely trustworthy. Despite your confusion, you felt better knowing that whatever happened between the three of you would remain a secret.

What the hell had happened last night? You turn your head to the right and the clock on your nightstand reads 6:34 AM.

You vaguely recall Dean and Sam come into the bunker late last night, bragging about the size of the nest of Vampire's they'd just ganked. You remember the boxes of wine they carried in, saying it came from the Vamp's cellars.

Check it out, _! This stuff is worth a fortune. Look at the year on this bottle! 1828? Dude. We sell this on the Black Market? We will be set for months!

Of course you'd opened a celebratory bottle; one the less expensive ones. You don't remember drinking that much, though. In fact, you were sure you only had one glass! Maybe there was something a little extra about that wine, something Supernatural. You might be a bit of a lightweight when it came to alcohol but you wouldn't be under the table after only one drink…

As you were mulling this over, you felt Castiel's arm tighten around your waist and before you can react he snuggles close against your side, his nose pressed against your neck. Your gasp at the skin on skin contact, your cheeks turning red a you remember exactly what position you are in currently. You don't move, unsure if the angel is awake but he still seems exhausted. Now that you think about it, you felt sore in a few places. It must have been a good ass night.

Carefully, you start to untangle your limbs. You move slowly, trying not to jostle the angels draped across your body, and you manage to get your legs free and your arm out from beneath Castiel's shoulder. Your hand feels inflated and stiff as blood rushes back into it. You hate that feeling of having ants crawling all over so you sit up on your elbows and give your arm a shake.

"Huh?" Samandriel grunts against your chest and the sheets whisper as he stirs. He lifts his head and opens his cobalt blue eyes. "_…" his voice is soft with sleep and you swear your heart is about to jump out of your chest. "Good morning." He offers you this heart breaking sleepy smile and you can't help but smile back.

"Hey," you blush as his gaze lowers from your face to your chest, which is embarrassingly exposed an inch form his nose. You shift uncomfortably, moving back a bit and he pushes himself onto his forearms with a deep breath. He looks blearily around the room as you pull the sheet up.

"Um," he blinks slowly and you can see this realization on his face; he's naked too.

"Samandriel," you hesitate, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

He opens his mouth to reply when you feel a pair of lips at your neck, placing a teasing kiss against your skin. You gasp and look down to find Castiel's intense icy gaze regarding you with a familiarity you weren't used to.

"Last night," came Castiel's thick, gravelly voice that went right between your legs, "You gave your body to Samandriel and I." Your mouth falls open at how shamelessly he says it, which makes an uncharacteristic naughty smile curve his pink lips upward. "You were tenacious," he recalled in a nostalgic tone and pressed a kiss against your shoulder, "Blissful." You lost the ability to respond, simply gaping at the angel who was placing his lips languidly over your arm.

It was starting to come back to you now in snapshots; the flirting, a hand on each of their thighs as you sat on the couch drinking wine. You don't remember who started it but it didn't matter. You saw Samandriel arching upward gracefully, his neck bared, his head thrown back against the headboard with a thud. You can almost taste the salty tangy of sweat as you licked his neck and gripped his shoulders as you rode him.

Then there was Castiel. He had practically worshiped your body- you remember his fingertips brushing firmly down your back all the way to your ass and slowly back up. He kept whispering something in your ear in a language you didn't understand but it was rough and sounded delicious. You remember him pressing from behind, easing you open.

"Oh my God…" You moan in disbelief, covering your eyes with one hand. "Oh my God! We… I… How?!"

"Your lips are persuasive," Castiel's fingers brush over your breast, causing goosebumps to wash over your body. You looked down at him incredulously. So it must have been you who started it. That wasn't a surprise. You had a crush on both of them at one point but dismissed your feelings as groundless- how the hell were you supposed to know something like this would come of them?

"Damn," you choked when Cas kissed the swell of your breast. Oh, God…

"You were beautiful," Samandriel added, making you turn your head to him. He was on all fours, starring into your eyes with such sincerity you thought you would melt. "Are beautiful," he corrected with a shy smile. He crawled closer and sat at your other side, bringing his hand up to touch your cheek. Meanwhile, Castiel was licking a cool trail towards your nipple and, holy hell, you couldn't help the shudder that went down your back.

No wonder you fell into bed with these two angels. They made one hell of a team, Castiel being so blunt but Samandriel speaking softly. You stare into Samandriel's eyes, feeling blood rush to your face under his scrutiny.

"Uh, t-thanks?" You squeak. Your heart was pounding in your ears. Your mouth watered as Samandriel started to lean in. Was this really happening… again? His soft lips fell over yours and you sighed. Aw, hell… Why not? If you couldn't remember what happened last night then at least you could make some new memories the morning after.