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crack_van2010-11-22 04:39 pm
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Older, Too by prettify (NC-17)
Fandom: Supernatural
Pairing: Sam/Castiel/Dean
Length: ~6,200
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
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I've read quite a few threesome fics now, but this one...this one sells me on the trio. It's different. The sparse style is lovely and truly adds to the ambiance of the fic; the lost feeling, the sadness, the hope and love. The interaction between Dean and Cas is wonderful and in character. And the emotions...gorgeous. I don't want to say that Sam doesn't matter in this fic, because that's not true at all. Dean makes it very clear he does when he asks Cas if he can come to love Sam, too. But the raw love and tenderness, the desire between Dean and Cas breaks me every time.
Dean picks up one of Castiel's discarded shoes, throws it at Sam's face. It misses by about a foot, but that's just 'cause Dean's tired obviously. He's quite aware he's standing awkwardly in the doorway, but can't make himself move and he doesn't know why.
"Oi," Sam says, tossing the shoe off the bed. "I didn't say that was a bad thing. Just... you like the modern world. Well, except your music."
"I was around for Woodstock," Castiel offers.
"Shut up," Dean says. He starts moving toward the bed unconsciously. "You see Hendrix?"
Sam starts to laugh. "Your affections are easily bought, Dean."
"You never told me anything about your past."
"You never asked." Castiel frowns. "Sam asked about the Tudors, I told him what I recall about that time period."
Dean frowns. Sits on the edge of the bed, next to Castiel's feet. He wants to ask more about Woodstock, but somehow ends up asking, "What's your favourite colour?"
"Blue."
"Blue," Dean repeats.
"This displeases you?"
"It's just. Blue. That's so boring. I was expecting something like Azure at least."
"Give up, Dean," Sam says. "You'll give yourself a headache."
"Sit with us," Castiel suggests, sliding along a little; Sam moves closer to the edge to make enough space for them all. Dean's dubious, but Sam shoots him a deploring look and he gives in. Sam is awfully supportive of Castiel, Dean's noticed these last few months, like Castiel's opinion is always paramount. Manages to fit himself into the space next to Castiel, shoulders nudging uncomfortably until Castiel's arm slips underneath his neck and rests on the comforter. That's -- well, that's more comfortable.
He prays Castiel's other arm isn't around Sam, because. Well, he doesn't know because. Just because. It seems too intimate, somehow.
He feels Castiel shift a little, and he whispers, "Only you," in his ear.
Dean tries to shift more to his side. Who gets a fucking erection in bed with an Angel and their own brother? Jesus. Only Castiel moves his arm up, blocking him, and grinds forward achingly slow, rubbing his thigh over Dean's dick, and he gasps. Shifts into Castiel, slow as he can. Wants to move away, only he can't.
He buries his face in Castiel's neck, breathes, "Sam."
Somebody's hands touches his bare waist and he's able to peek down. Knows instantly it's Sam's; it's too big to be Castiel's. His touch is gentle, wary. Traces little circles with his thumb on Dean's skin. Maybe they're words: maybe they're let me, or please, or sorry, but Dean can't make any of it out. Castiel's still grinding against him slowly. Dean manages to trap his thigh between his legs, and pushes down against it. He's so lost, so fucking lost.
"Dean," he hears Sam say. "Dean, I. Can we-- I dont."
Maybe Sam's lost, too.
Older, Too
Pairing: Sam/Castiel/Dean
Length: ~6,200
Author on LJ:
prettify Author Website: Tags
I've read quite a few threesome fics now, but this one...this one sells me on the trio. It's different. The sparse style is lovely and truly adds to the ambiance of the fic; the lost feeling, the sadness, the hope and love. The interaction between Dean and Cas is wonderful and in character. And the emotions...gorgeous. I don't want to say that Sam doesn't matter in this fic, because that's not true at all. Dean makes it very clear he does when he asks Cas if he can come to love Sam, too. But the raw love and tenderness, the desire between Dean and Cas breaks me every time.
Dean picks up one of Castiel's discarded shoes, throws it at Sam's face. It misses by about a foot, but that's just 'cause Dean's tired obviously. He's quite aware he's standing awkwardly in the doorway, but can't make himself move and he doesn't know why.
"Oi," Sam says, tossing the shoe off the bed. "I didn't say that was a bad thing. Just... you like the modern world. Well, except your music."
"I was around for Woodstock," Castiel offers.
"Shut up," Dean says. He starts moving toward the bed unconsciously. "You see Hendrix?"
Sam starts to laugh. "Your affections are easily bought, Dean."
"You never told me anything about your past."
"You never asked." Castiel frowns. "Sam asked about the Tudors, I told him what I recall about that time period."
Dean frowns. Sits on the edge of the bed, next to Castiel's feet. He wants to ask more about Woodstock, but somehow ends up asking, "What's your favourite colour?"
"Blue."
"Blue," Dean repeats.
"This displeases you?"
"It's just. Blue. That's so boring. I was expecting something like Azure at least."
"Give up, Dean," Sam says. "You'll give yourself a headache."
"Sit with us," Castiel suggests, sliding along a little; Sam moves closer to the edge to make enough space for them all. Dean's dubious, but Sam shoots him a deploring look and he gives in. Sam is awfully supportive of Castiel, Dean's noticed these last few months, like Castiel's opinion is always paramount. Manages to fit himself into the space next to Castiel, shoulders nudging uncomfortably until Castiel's arm slips underneath his neck and rests on the comforter. That's -- well, that's more comfortable.
He prays Castiel's other arm isn't around Sam, because. Well, he doesn't know because. Just because. It seems too intimate, somehow.
He feels Castiel shift a little, and he whispers, "Only you," in his ear.
Dean tries to shift more to his side. Who gets a fucking erection in bed with an Angel and their own brother? Jesus. Only Castiel moves his arm up, blocking him, and grinds forward achingly slow, rubbing his thigh over Dean's dick, and he gasps. Shifts into Castiel, slow as he can. Wants to move away, only he can't.
He buries his face in Castiel's neck, breathes, "Sam."
Somebody's hands touches his bare waist and he's able to peek down. Knows instantly it's Sam's; it's too big to be Castiel's. His touch is gentle, wary. Traces little circles with his thumb on Dean's skin. Maybe they're words: maybe they're let me, or please, or sorry, but Dean can't make any of it out. Castiel's still grinding against him slowly. Dean manages to trap his thigh between his legs, and pushes down against it. He's so lost, so fucking lost.
"Dean," he hears Sam say. "Dean, I. Can we-- I dont."
Maybe Sam's lost, too.
Older, Too