Sam was a patient man.

He felt proud of his ability to deal with inconvenient people and things.

However, hearing your brother moaning like a whore in the shower is something even the most patient, loving, resilient of brothers just should not have to deal with.

Suddenly he heard a bang, and crash from upstairs…

Then a loud slam of, what he knew to be, his brother and Cas's bedroom door.

That is when Sam made a plan.

What did you think Cas was the only one?

Sam made his way into the kitchen, and got all the needed equipment.

Snuck upstairs where he heard….ewww…. moaning

He made a little retching movement and seemed to throw up in his mouth just a bit.

"oh God fuck me Cas."

Sam got that awful feeling you get when you open the door and realize it's someone trying to sell "The Word" and not just the postman with that book you ordered.

He heard banging… where…oh god… where they fucking against the door?!

He froze, gagged but then gathered his strength for the job at hand.

He heard them slide over somewhere, took a deep breath, and told himself to man up.

"ooooooooo yeah"

Sam whispered "Jesus"

And so Sam went to work, to the symphony of his brother and former angel rocking old springs and gasping dirty talk.

When he was finally finished, he ran as fast as he could in the other direction.

He was going to fuck right off to a bar, and he was taking Baby.

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Meanwhile….

Dean was sure he would have a bruise on his back from Cas slamming him into the bedroom door. This was his thought for the brief moment Cas stopping sucking Dean's cock and sat up, before his drunk brain came back and said

"Why the, when …wwhyd youstop?"

"I thought I heard something"

"Its Sam, or a ghost, or a badger…who dafuck cares, I need attension."

Cas for all his planning, really just now realizes that Dean, is totally gone, and probably ready for anything. And if he had the capacity for wiggly mischievous eyebrow movement he would be doing it now.

"pleeeeeease" say Dean

The only warning Dean gets is a swarthy smile, and then he is flipped on his stomach by a centuries old celestial being, with a really interesting idea.

"Dean,"

"yeah"

" I want to tie you up."

"…ok"

And so he ties Dean's wrists to the bed's wooden backboard with an old shirt.

"Dean"

With a heavy sigh "yeah"

"I also want to blindfold you"

"…ok" he is sounding a little tired of this game now.

And so he wraps his old blue tie over Dean's eyes

"Dean"

"WHAT"

"I also want to gag you."

"NO"

"why not"

"your just playing around, let's get back to fucking."

"But….I want to."

"no"

"please"

"no"

"ok well you have to say something dirty so I will want to keep your mouth open."

Oh no Dean knows this game, Dean always falls for this game, and Dean always enjoys this game.

"I don't want to play Cas."

"Yes you doooooo… Come on Say IT."

"no"

And so the game begins. Cas starts to twist one finger into Deans hole. It is stretched out from earlier, but he applied lube anyway.

Dean is starting to moan.

Cas is smiling that triumphant smile. He knows he will win, because now Cas has a new plan.

He starts to scissor Dean open; just barely touching that spot the makes Dean beg.

"Come on Dean, Say IT, and I'll fuck you."

"mmmmm" Dean knows he already lost, he knows he will enjoy it, but this always makes his face turn red with embarrassment.

He doesn't know why Cas would never judge him, he likes it too.

And so Cas brings out his coup de gras.

He bend down and while scissoring him open licks his hole and starts fucking him with his tongue.

"oh Cas, jesus PLEASE"

He moves for a second to say "Please what…" then continues

Dean moans some, he shuts his eyes, as if keeping out whatever there is in the room that makes him feel like he should hide.

In his quietest voice, a whisper, "please…Daddy"

Cas stops and moans, and shoves his cock into Dean.

And after that first word, the floodgates open,

"oh Daddy"

"Fuck me Daddy."

"please!"

He repeats it like a Montra as Cas, fucks him into the mattress.

Cas moans with him. "That's right, I know what you like."

"you want it just like this, don't you Dean."

"yes daddy please."

The bed was creaking and the headboard what slapping against the wall

Cas unties Deans blindfold, and hands in one easy motion.

Then he flips Dean over so he can look into Dean's eyes, and the whisper dirty things to each other.

Cas loves seeing Dean like this so free and open and unashamed. He is moaning "Cas, please, daddy" over and over.

They are close now, and Cas is intent on finishing together, and he brings his hand down to Deans cock and starts pumping the practiced strokes.

"Please daddy I'm so close… please."

And with a few more strokes he slams into Dean and the both come.

And now Dean is breathing heavy looking at Cas like he is the most amazing thing on Earth.

Cas kisses him the way he always does after Dean willing falls into Cas's plans. Dean falls asleep on Cas's chest, and Cas decides to do whatever it is fallen mutant angels do at night that looks like sleep.

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Dean opens his eyes

Oh god damn it's too bright.

Suddenly like some blessing it is dim again. Cas is across the room closing the curtains.

Oh bless Cas, and plans, but seriously fuck those purple drinks, because Dean feels like his brain will explode.

Cas massages Deans aching head, and soon he is just feeling peachy. The perks of angel boyfriends.

Dean looks at Cas and feels like he should do something nice. "I'm gonna make lasagna."

"and I will eat it." Says Cas

They stand and get dressed, Dean is in an old ACDC t-shirt and a pair of pj pants. Cas is in a Marvin the Martian shirt Dean got him as a joke, because… well he is a weirdo, and grey pants.

They open the door and are making that gooey, girly, romantical eye contact, that would make his brother cringe, when suddenly they are hit head on by a …. Something….

Its sticky and they can't get through the door, they fall backwards completely off balance.

Well Dean does Cas just stumbles and watches Dean overreact.

Cas says, "it appears there is a clear wall constructed over our bedroom door. It could be a spell or hex."

"Its a motherfucking cellophane wall! SAM! YOU GET NO LASAGNA!"

Sam is content, "If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain, If you like making love at midnight in the dunes on the cape, Then I'm the love that you've looked for write to me and escape'