Kink-meme request for Mulder200 - Cas/Dean/Misha/Jensen foursome. So what happens when Dean and Cas find themselves trapped in the real world with tv actors, Jensen and Misha. With Misha around, anything is possible.

And who doesn't want to have sex with themselves?

A/N: Turns out it's actually quite difficult to write a scene with four people communicating. Jensen got left out a bit, as did Cas, but I tried to keep them all in there, honest. This was an attempt to lure the plot-bunnies back so I can write the next chapter of any of my WIPs. Hopefully I'll be able to get to one of them tomorrow/later today.

-SS-

"Misha!"

"I'll fix it, I promise! Anyway, why do you assume that it's my fault they're here?"

"Because it usually is?"

"…Fair call."

Dean grunted and opened his eyes. This didn't feel right. Last thing he knew, he and Castiel had been having an extremely awkward conversation, which Dean was hoping would lead to him teaching Cas about sex. And now, there were voices that sounded a lot like him and Cas, but having a completely different conversation.

"Shit, he's awake. Misha…"

"I know, I know! Chill. You okay, dude?"

There was someone who looked nearly identical to Castiel leaning over him, looking worried. Behind him was someone who could have been Dean's identical twin. If he'd had one, that is.

"Who the hell are you?" Dean ground out, getting a maniacal grin from the Cas-clone, and a sigh from the other guy.

"Hi! I'm Misha Collins," the Cas-clone introduced himself. "That's Jensen Ackles. Um, we're actors for the TV show Supernatural."

"I hate Chuck," Dean muttered. The pair both grinned at him then.

"Well, here Chuck's not actually a prophet. You're kinda… in a different dimension. One where ghosts and stuff don't actually exist. Well, some people claim that they do, and there is some rather compelling evidence to suggest–"

"Misha. Shut up and let him adjust," Jensen suggested, gently pulling Misha away. "Sorry, he's a little overwhelming at times. We'll work on getting you guys back to your own reality as soon as we can."

"Wait," Dean was trying to sort everything out in his head. "If magic and stuff doesn't exist here, why aren't you more freaked about this?"

"Because somehow Misha's involved," Jensen shrugged. "You get used to things going spectacularly awry when he's around."

"Right. And… wait, us guys?"

"Yeah. Castiel came through as well."

Dean looked around, and suddenly his brain threatened to short-circuit. A few feet away, Castiel was lying back, propped up on his elbows, while Misha was straddling his hips and giving him that introduction to kissing Dean had been contemplating earlier. Jensen turned and spotted them, letting out a growl when he did.

"Misha! Get off him, you whore."

"Hey!" Misha pulled back a little, not looking all that bothered by the insult. Castiel remained where he had been, blinking a little. "I just wanted to know what it would be like to kiss myself."

"No," Jensen sighed. "You wanted to convince me to have a four-way, and decided that having clones of us both would be the best way to get me to say yes."

"Well, that too."

"Whatever," Jensen was now clearly trying not to laugh. "Just send them back to their own reality."

Misha glared, then turned back to Castiel, seemingly intent on ignoring Jensen.

"You wouldn't mind continuing what we were doing before, would you?"

"I would not be averse to another kiss," Castiel responded in a gravelly voice that sent Dean's blood flowing directly south. His mouth went dry as he saw Misha's eyes light up, and the identical pair resumed their interrupted snog session. It somehow didn't set off his usual possessive reaction whenever someone paid too much attention to Cas, and it was actually really hot watching him make out with this Misha character.

Apparently Jensen didn't agree, and Misha was suddenly hauled back and off of Castiel.

"Cut that out," Jensen hissed.

"But Jen, it's not cheating – it's masturbation!"

"What the hell?" Dean spoke then, gaining the attention of the insane one.

"Well, he's basically me from another reality," Misha explained. "So having sex with him would be having sex with myself, which is masturbation. Totally not cheating on Jensen, right?"

"He has a point," Dean shrugged. "Wait, you two are together?"

"Not for much longer at this rate," Jensen muttered.

"Aw, don't be like that," Misha wrapped his arms around Jensen's waist and nuzzled his chest. "You know I love you. I just wanna spice things up a bit! They'll be gone soon, how often do we get a chance like this?"

Dean could see Jensen wavering, and had the distinct feeling that Misha called the shots in the relationship. He turned to comment as much to Castiel, only to find the angel invading his personal space again.

"And what's your opinion, Dean?" Castiel murmured. "Would you agree to a… four-way, I believe it is, if it were with me?"

"Fuck yeah," Dean grinned, seizing the opportunity with both hands. Castiel grinned back, then leaned further in to capture Dean's mouth with his own. Dean happily opened up, raising a hand to rest on the back of Castiel's neck, fingers gently playing with the end of his angel's hair.

He realised pretty quickly that Misha must be a damn good kisser to have taught Cas this well in five minutes, and decided that he'd really like to try kissing him too. The pair broke apart and glanced over to the others, and Dean had to stifle a laugh – Misha was in the process of removing Jensen's shirt, grinning gleefully the whole time, and Dean couldn't help but let out a wolf-whistle.

"Shut up," Jensen glared at him. "Just wait 'till you and Cas get together. If he and Mish are anything alike…"

"We are," Castiel commented, shrugging out of his overcoat and jacket before tugging on Misha's pant leg. Misha gladly dropped to his knees to briefly nuzzle at Castiel's neck, then reached over to grab Dean's shirt.

"C'mere," he insisted, and Dean leaned forwards to fulfil his earlier wish. And he'd been right – Misha had a very talented tongue.

Dean was vaguely aware of a possessive growl somewhere behind him, but felt free to ignore it in favour of pushing Misha down on top of Castiel and continuing to thoroughly explore his mouth. He felt it as someone tugged at his t-shirt and pulled back long enough to dispose of it, feeling a naked chest press against his back and familiar arms wrap around him to start undoing his jeans.

In front of him and Jensen, Misha and Cas had returned to their own make-out session again. Dean could feel himself getting harder as he watched them fumbling with each other's clothes, and an answering hardness rubbing against his arse.

"I take it you're now on board?" Dean asked, turning his head to look at Jensen. It was still rather disconcerting, but at least they were good looking guys. He held Jensen's gaze for a few seconds, before the other man let out a huff and nipped at Dean's shoulder.

"Like I said. If Cas and Mish are anything alike, get used to the fact that they run the show. You think Sam's puppy-dog eyes are bad? Just wait until Cas learns it."

"Scary," Dean pretended to shudder, though in actuality he was rather looking forward to it. Castiel's face could be so expressive when he wanted it to be, it was a delight to watch him discover new emotions and expressions.

"Very," Jensen confirmed, sliding a hand into Dean's now-open pants to start stroking along his erection. "I held a wake for a turtle because of those damn blue eyes. Given what you go up against all the time, I hate to think what he'll have you doing."

Dean shoved his pants down and started undoing his shoelaces. This was made a little difficult by the fact that his eyes were glued to Castiel and Misha, who had managed to get topless. Misha was exploring Castiel's torso with fingers and lips, and the angel seemed quite on board with this turn of events.

Finally managing to disrobe completely, Dean leaned forwards and joined Misha in his exploration of the angel. It earned him a grin from Misha and a sigh of contentment from Castiel, even as he saw Jensen undoing Misha's pants as well.

"C'mon," Jensen muttered. "This is gonna be tricky enough with four people. Some help getting out of these things?"

"If you insist," Castiel spoke up then. In the next instant, all four men were out of any remaining clothes. Misha looked down, then reached down to stroke Castiel's erection, a serious look on his face.

"Interesting. We really are completely identical." He had an almost scientific air about him then, before a devilish glint entered his eye. "I wonder about taste." With that, he bent down and licked a stripe up the underside of Castiel's dick, sucking briefly on the head when he got to it.

"Fuck that's hot," Dean whispered at Misha leant back and licked his lips.

"Hm, nope, he tastes sweeter. Possibly some angelic side-affect." He turned to face Dean, then did the same to him, one hand moving to keep stroking Castiel. "You taste different too," he commented upon pulling back. "Not exactly like Jensen."

"And now you're a semen connoisseur," Jensen muttered, before Misha closed his eyes briefly, breath hitching.

Dean moved a little and saw why – Jensen now had a finger inside of Misha, slowly sliding it in and out.

"Of course I am," Misha had apparently regained his breath, and was something of a talker. "I keep telling you that different men have different tastes. It's all to do with what they eat and how much they exercise, and different things like that."

"You telling the truth or bullshitting again?" Jensen laughed. Dean jumped a little as he felt Castiel rubbing a hand over his arse, a finger pressing against him, then figured 'why not?' and tried to relax enough to allow Cas in.

"Yes," Misha commented, which wasn't an answer at all.

Dean reached over and pulled Misha into another kiss to get him to shut up. It appeared quite an effective method, though both men let out groans as their respective partners stretched them further open.

"How shall we complete the copulation?" Castiel inquired then, and Dean couldn't help but chuckle into Misha's mouth. It was such a Cas question… he'd obviously never watched porn.

Dean kissed a trail to Misha's ear and whispered into it, pitched low enough that he doubted the others could hear them.

"Me and Jensen fuck you, Cas fucks me?"

"You're so certain I can take you both?" Misha whispered back, sending out his tongue to lick at Dean's ear as he did so.

"Pretty damn sure," Dean licked back. The pair then drew apart long enough to share a conspiratorial grin, before pouncing on Jensen and knocking him to the ground.

"What the hell!" Jensen shouted, taken off-guard.

"Just go with it," Misha grinned down at him, before straddling him and sinking down onto Jensen's cock. "Ah, that feels good!" He shifted up and down a couple of times, and Dean couldn't hold back any longer.

"Shit, not two of us," Jensen's eyes were wide as he felt another cock line up against his, but Dean and Misha both grinned down at him.

"I'll be fine," Misha assured him, stroking along his chest with one hand before leaning back and looking over Dean's shoulder. "Cas, when Dean's in me, go ahead and take him."

"Very well," Castiel said, and Dean could feel the angel again kneeling behind him. There was a hand on his hip, and he watched in awe as Castiel gripped Dean's cock and guided him to press against Misha as well.

"Fuuuuuuck," Misha groaned as he was breached a second time. He was panting hard, and Dean was worried for a moment that things had gone too far.

"Misha, you okay?"

"Fuck man," Jensen looked about two seconds away from halting all proceedings. "You don't have to do this, you know."

"Shut up, the pair of you," Misha spat, rocking himself back and forth for a moment. "Gimme a moment to adjust. Fuck, it's like a pair of baseball bats just got shoved up my arse."

Dean bent his head and started mouthing at the back of Misha's neck, licking and nipping to try and take his mind off of what must be an initially uncomfortable sensation. Below, he could see Misha's hands slowly unfurling from where he'd been digging his fingers into Jensen's chest, and Jensen softly stroking Misha's cock.

It took a few minutes before Misha rocked backwards, nodding.

"Okay, let's get to the good stuff."

Dean huffed a laugh, but pressed forwards while Jensen thrust down, creating a constant slide against each other and Misha. They were soon thrusting easier, which meant that naturally it was time for Castiel to join in.

The angel mimicked Dean's movements and kissed his shoulders while pushing inside, and Dean couldn't help but thrust backwards to impale himself quicker. He'd fooled around with some guys in the past and knew enough to know that he wasn't going to last once Cas found his prostate, but damnit he wanted Castiel in him now!

Soon enough, he and Jensen were again thrusting into Misha, which in turn caused Dean to thrust backwards onto Cas. Castiel didn't move much, as he could easily throw off the rhythm, but it was still enough that he was mostly pressed against Dean's prostate. Dean whimpered a little, even as he bent his head back, trying to reach for a kiss.

Castiel obliged him, stretching to devour Dean's mouth with his own as his hands ran up and down Dean's skin. He had the distinct feeling that Cas wasn't as innocent about sex as he'd been led to believe, especially when the angel started lightly pinching at Dean's nipples.

Dean closed his eyes in an effort to hold on longer, but that somehow made it worse. The sensations of Misha clenching around him, Jensen's cock rubbing at his own, and Castiel's shallow thrusts into him, added to the attention to his chest, meant that he was rapidly coming undone.

He didn't want to be the only one though, so he tore his lips from Cas and turned his attention back to Misha, one hand massaging his hip while the other snaked around to stroke at Jensen's stomach. Jensen looked pretty close to coming too, which made Dean feel better even as his own movements started to lose coherency.

"Fuck," he whispered, feeling himself getting closer. "Fuck, I usually have more stamina than this!"

"Maybe," Misha commented lightly, no trace of his earlier discomfort left. "But have you ever been in the middle of a gangbang before?"

"No," Dean moaned, head falling back to rest on Castiel's shoulder. "Shit, I'm almost there!"

"So's Jen," Misha looked down and smiled at his boyfriend, clenching his arse around the two men inside him as their movements became haphazard. "That's so hot, feels so good."

"Shit, Mish!" Jensen grabbed hold of Misha's thighs and thrust up again, at the same time as Dean arched his back to get deeper inside of their joint lover. He felt as Jensen lost control right alongside him, and they let out a simultaneous groan as they emptied themselves inside Misha.

Castiel had his arms wrapped around Dean then, holding him up as Misha extricated himself from between the other identical men. He was grinning widely, and pressed a kiss first to Jensen's mouth, then to Dean's.

"Now that's what I call a fun evening," he commented happily.

"But you didn't come," Jensen muttered as Castiel put Dean down on top of him. Dean and Jensen were both fighting not to fall asleep, but Misha just smiled at them.

"Neither did Cas. We'll take care of each other, you two get some rest."

With that, he sank to all fours in front of where Castiel knelt, and let the angel easily slide into his now well-stretched arse. Dean found that he didn't want to move from where he was currently lying on top of Jensen – definitely not cuddling, just lying together – as it gave the best view of Castiel and Misha. He could barely tell which was which, and he really wished he could get hard again just to jerk off to the image.

Especially when Castiel grabbed Misha's hips to keep him in place, and started slamming into him.

"Fuck yeah!" Misha shouted above the deep growls coming from Castiel's throat – pretty much the only way of telling them apart was that Misha was a mouthy bastard and Cas' voice went straight to Dean's dick. It apparently did something for Jensen as well, since he brought his arms up around Dean to rub his back. They still weren't cuddling though, which made it okay.

"That's it, that's perfect, fuck me," Misha devolved into a series of whimpers as Cas became almost brutal. Dean could see the glint in Castiel's eyes, the one that said he was barely holding onto his control, and he wondered briefly what would happen if Cas lost control.

It only took a few minutes before Misha was shouting his climax, while Castiel thrust deep and growled as he came a few short seconds later. Cas then knelt back, pulling Misha with him so that he was sitting on the angel's lap, and they shared another over-shoulder kiss.

Dean smiled and closed his eyes, sighing in contentment. They'd worry about getting back to their own time later, once they'd recovered. And maybe had another round.

He could still hear the contented sounds Misha and Castiel were making as they kissed, then another voice had him freezing in place and wishing for a weapon.

"So, I take it everything went well?"

"Hello Gabriel," Castiel murmured.

"Hi Gabe!" Misha was much more enthusiastic. "Thanks for this by the way, best birthday present ever."

"I know, I'm awesome right?" The archangel-turned-trickster sounded incredibly smug, and Dean risked opening his eyes a fraction.

There he was, the smug git himself, standing next to Cas and Misha with a hand on each of their heads. It was enough to make all of the protective, possessive instincts rise up, and he struggled to sit up – as did Jensen, who apparently also recognised the trouble they were in.

"Oh, hey guys," Gabriel just grinned at them. "Thanks for playing along. I promised Misha I'd do something spectacular for his birthday."

"Wait, how do you even know him?" Dean swallowed hard. This was just beyond weird.

"I jump planes pretty regularly," Gabriel shrugged. "Anyway, you two ready to go back to your own reality? Someone's gonna notice you're not where you're supposed to be pretty soon."

"Aw, Gabriel," Misha looked up and pouted. "Can't they stay just a little longer?"

"Sorry. Gotta get 'em back. But maybe next time I'll send you over to their reality. Okay?"

"Okay," Misha relented, and he gave Castiel a quick kiss goodbye before crawling over to do the same to Dean. "We'll be seeing you guys again… at some point."

With that, Gabriel clicked his fingers and everything went black. Again.

-SS-

Dean woke up again curled up into Castiel's side. The angel was lying back on a familiar motel bed, gently carding a hand through Dean's hair while apparently waiting for him to wake up. They were both still naked, Dean noticed.

"Did that really happen?" He asked first off, wanting some reassurance.

"Yes," Castiel said simply. "And it will probably happen again. Misha can be quite determined, and Gabriel seems unable to deny us when we both want something from him."

"Wait, so you and Misha already knew each other?"

"Of course," Castiel looked a little surprised. "I've visited him several times. He taught me a lot of things which I wish to try on you." With that, the hand that had been stroking Dean's hair trailed down his back and instead stroked the skin just behind Dean's balls. He arched into the touch, pleased to see that apparently jumping realities had jump-started his recovery time.

"Well then," Dean grinned as he climbed onto Castiel's lap, grinding their erections together, "I guess I'd better thank him next time we meet up."

"You certainly should," Castiel nodded solemnly. "Manners are important."

Dean gave in with a laugh, and kissed Castiel the way he'd wanted to for a long time – deep and meaningful, naked bodies pressing together with nowhere better to be than wrapped up in each other.

Pity he'd forgotten that Sam was around in this reality.

-FIN-