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Kinktober Day 24. Anal Sex & Gags

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Illustration depicting Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are looking at each other with their backs to us. Cas has a soft smile and eyes as he reaches up to Deans face where there are sparkles that match the halo above Cas’s head.

Suptober - Day 16 | Freckles
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An image depicting Dean Cas and Sam from Supernatural. They are in a rundown Freddy Fazbear Pizzeria. They are standing on a checkered floor with a party table next to them. Sam is looking off to his left as if he just heard something. Dean is shining a flashlight up onto the stage looking suspicious at Freddy who is in the light. Bonnie is also next to Freddy. The animatronics have their backs to us. Cas is looking suspicious at something just off to Bonnie’s left.

Suptober - Day 17 | Crossover
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A digital illustration showing a house with a front porch. It’s in the lower left of the illustration. It’s nighttime but the lights are on at home. Above the house is a glowing eye looking up to the left, almost like it’s trying to find something. There are rainbow chromatic aberrations around it. Around the house are some pine trees. Further away and up in the sky is the true form of Castiel in a polygon assembly of light with a rainbow chromatic aberration. There is an eye looking down on the smaller one. There is dialogue from 4.01 of Supernatural where Pamela says “I invoke conjure and command… Castiel?” The next dialogue that not in the show but is in this illustration is Cas saying “don’t look at me” as he speaks to her wandering third eye. Pamela responds by saying “no, sorry Castiel I don’t scare easy” and Dean saying “Castiel?”

Suptober - Day 18 | Seance
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An illustration depicting Dean Winchester and Castiel from Supernatural. They are flying in the air with Cas’s wings outstretched around them. They are silhouetted against a bright full moon that is radiating. There are also stars in the sky and clouds in the foreground. The color tone of this illustration is blues and purples and deep pinks.

Suptober - Day 19 | Flying
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A digital illustration depicting Dean Winchester, Castiel, Sam Winchester ascending stone stairs up to a Victorian home. Two of the windows are illuminated in the night. There are some ghosts popping up in the windows Dean and Cas are looking up at the house while Sam looks off to his right to see three ghosts by a cross that marks a grave under a tree. It is also breezy.

Suptober - Day 12 | Haunted
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A picture featuring Millie, Latika, Mary, and Ada from The Winchesters. They are sitting around a table that is laid out with a big bowl of glowing green liquid that has lightning like plants shooting out of it. Latika is holding a smaller bowl with a smaller lightning like plant coming out of it. There are three candles, a notepad, a jar of incense sticks, and a platter of what looks like long leaves also on the table. Latika is looking at the bowl happy that something is coming out of it. Mary is next to her on Latika’s right (center of the image for us) looking at the bowls in amazement. Ada is on the far left of the illustration looking up at Millie Winchester who is standing behind Lata and Mary. Millie is looking fondly back at Ada. Ada has a hand that’s funneling something that looks like glowing sand into the bigger bowl. The green casts a green glow on their faces and shadows behind them.

Suptober - Day 21 | Ladies of SPN (The Winchesters)
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An illustration depicting a bedroom at night. The color tone is dark browns and oranges. There are two windows in the back wall, one with the blinds drawn and another with the blinds half up. On the left window where the blinds are half up there is a pumpkin window lamp stuck to the glass by a suction cup. It’s the only source of light in the room. In the center of the photo there is a bed with two figures under a blanket, engaged in… elicit affairs. This is Dena and Cas from Supernatural. They are silhouetted by the lamp behind them and off to the left. The blanket is illuminated. Their bed is in disarray with another blanket haphazardly laying half on the bed and half on the ground. There is also a pillow on the ground. In the foreground is an end table with a lamp that’s off and a phone and a glass of water.

Suptober - Day 22 | Under[the]cover
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An illustration depicting a giant house with a scary vintage looking clown face and its open mouth as the entrance. The windows are glowing and the house is green and everything looks a little wonky. It’s a funhouse but it’s a scary one and so the sign says “fear house”. There is a line of people waiting to go in. In the foreground is Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester, and Castiel. Dean has a smirk on his face as he points to the house saying “c’mon Sammy, don’t be a coward.” Sam has his back to us with his shoulders tight exclaiming “I’m not a coward!” Cas has his head turned looking up at the house.

Suptober - Day 23 | Carnival
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An illustration depicting a foggy cemetery. Castiel is looking up at an angel statue atop of a grave. The angel is crying in grief. He’s looking up at it curiously. Her wings are extended and so are his. There are random tombstones in the foreground and background. Behind Cas is Dean Winchester who is holding a shovel and looking at Cas. Below Dean is Sam in a freshly dug grave. Sam is looking annoyed at Dean not paying attention.

Suptober - Day 24 | Cemetery
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An image depicting Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are in a very nearly pitch black dark motel room. Dean is sitting on the bed with his back to us and hugging Cas who is standing up. They are in a comforting embrace with Cas’s halo providing a warm light around them.

Suptober - Day 15 | Nightmare
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A digital illustration depicting Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are in the foreground leaning against the front of the impala. They are parked in a parking lot that’s overlooking a lake the lake is still and reflecting the sky, streets, and mountain in the distance. The sun is on the last bit of its setting and the sky is pink yellow orange and purple around the mountain. The side mountain that is facing the sun is gently lit. The water is more orange than the sky. There is a small bit of trees off to the right in front of the mountain and that is also reflected in the water. It is a peaceful scene.

Suptober - Day 12 | Sunrise/Sunset
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Kinktober Day 21 - Rimming

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They had to have hooked up between hunts, are you kidding?🤨
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I’m having a destiel kinda day archiveofourown.org/works/72886411

One of my favourite lines I've written for this story:

"Their lips came together for a lasting kiss and in those long moments one of almighty God’s angels found himself in a Heaven of a simple man’s making."

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#Brokebacknatural XD

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Where my Wing kink people at?
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Redrew that one drawing with his wings cause I didn't like it
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Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Day 6 • Campfire “Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you. Come let me love you. Come love me again.” Art by Winchester-Reload. ALT Text for her work is on the final panel of the post. Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck A Night in a Forest “Wow… would you look at that,” Dean said softly, gently taking the reins back and bringing Zeus to a gradual stop on the trail. Cas opened his eyes, jolting slightly, having almost unconsciously closed them when he’d lay his cheek to rest on Dean’s shoulder, letting his hat fall back to hang by the cinch string around his neck. The moment Cas had opened his eyes, tears of joy his eyelids were holding in immediately fell down both his cheeks. He looked to their sides, seeing nothing unusual. Looking ahead, Castiel blinked the water clouding his vision out of his eyes. The symmetry of it was perfect. The emerald pines lining either side of the path converged in perspective in a way that exactly mirrored the majestic mountain peak jutting up into the sky in the Continued…

distance. There wasn’t a single wisp of cloud in the clear blue sky. A sight so strikingly picturesque in its simplistic perfection Castiel would never forget it. In a moment that near-stole his breath completely away, he understood why. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, exactly when I’m supposed to be there, Cas marveled. Pure blue skies; clear and bright blue eyes. Vibrant blue skies buoyed by seas of Earth-bound emerald pines, framing the perfect rhombus of the mountain: their copula and safe haven. Any doubts about what he was doing with his existence and why he was doing it that had managed to survive thus far, died in the instant he recognized the signpost for what it was. Cas brought his free hand away from Dean’s leg, wiping away tears on his cheeks with his palm. He cast his gaze skyward, seeking the serenity to regain control of himself. Here he was, an angel, a being who’d seen things—wonders—no human being would ever dream of, moved to tears over the beauty of the love in his hands and heart, the words of a song and a perfect visual moment in time. Dean felt Cas draw back, felt the breathing spasms in his chest and turned to look back over his left shoulder, giving Cas’ thigh a gentle rub. “All right back there?” There was no criticism or judgement to it, only affectionate concern. For his part, he was just too damned happy right now to shed a tear, but he had no doubt his time would come around soon enough. Laughing contentedly and shaking his head, Cas answered, “No. I’m exactly as I should be.” The tingling heat in his groin, hell, everywhere he was in contact with Dean, was enough to drive a man to madness. Add that sign to all this… Cas began laughing again. His response to all this was to shimmy himself just a little closer to Dean everywhere he could and hold him tighter. If Dean didn’t wind up bent forward over a fallen log and their spare saddle blanket before nightfall, no one on Earth or in Heaven would be more surprised than he. Cont'd…

“We’re stopping for rest and water soon. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one losing your damned mind,” Dean said with confident reassurance. “Mmm. Give up yet?” Cas quipped, knowing full well what the gist of the answer would be. Dean’s devious chuckles answered the question before he ever opened his mouth. “Not by a long shot.” • Their campsite for the night lay a handful of miles beyond the midway point of their journey to the secret lakeside plateau. Dean had been here before and constructed a makeshift hitching post. A small shelter stood nearby that was open, but housed a rack designed to hold and dry their tack, offering their beast of burden respite from his cargo for the night. A hitching post and a spot to hang feed for the animal were there as well. Perhaps the most important part of his preparation: a squat but raised and flat wooden plank dais for the tent. Dean nudged Cas’ chin, hooked over his shoulder, where the angel had spent the last mile obediently blindfolded by eyelids alone. Any other sense he might’ve used to see? Well, Dean would just have to trust he’d closed those “eyes” as well. “Open your eyes.” He felt the moment it happened. Cas’ arms, clasped around his midsection, tightened, bringing their bodies even closer together. “You built this?” Cas asked, astonished. Nodding, Dean replied, “Sure did.” Letting his hand fall to hold Cas’ thigh close, Dean directed their travelling companion to the water’s edge. Castiel took in the lay of the land, amazed. The campsite was fifty yards back, above all but the highest of the flood lines marked into the earth on the banks of the creek. Perhaps three old growth pine trees had been felled to open up an alcove for the tent. Dean had built it all with wood from those giants. He’d cemented together a stone pit with a short wood bench on either side. Continued...

Castiel’s gaze fell on patch of moss and grass that thinned out into pebbled dirt in the lee of a glacial boulder, ‘bout seven feet back from the pit, deposited there millennia ago, and worn into a kind of bowl shape. The far side of it sat much higher than the other. Zeus stood comfortably, dipping his nose into the water and taking a long, leisurely drink. Dean took his feet out of the stirrups and encouraged Cas do the same with a gentle nudge of the hand. The two let their legs hang loose off the horse’s sides, flexing their feet in preparation to stand on solid ground again. They stayed mounted until Zeus no longer seemed interested in having his nose in the water. Dean walked them back around toward the campsite, to ground even enough for a dismount. “After you.” Dean hooked up the assist strap and offered Cas his forearm as support while he climbed down. Keeping an eye on how well Cas found his feet, Dean smiled when he seemed to be faring well enough. “Feeling steady?” Cas nodded in response. He backed away, a little uneasy on his feet, but standing and moving well enough for a first-time rider. Dean let himself down with ease. Having long ago shed his jacket, Cas wandered back toward the creek bank, rolling up the sleeves of shirt, unbuttoning his waistcoat, loosening his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt. Kneeling on a dry, flat, wide stone in the shallows he brought a handful of clear, fresh water up to his face, rubbing the residual cool moisture in hand on the back of his neck. It felt good in the wake of the heat of the day and unending physical proximity. Two hands went into the water this time and pulled a splash of water up to his face and neck. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His elbows rested on his knees, hands dangling. Enjoying and soaking in the light and warmth of the waning sun for no reason more complicated than sheer joy tickling his heart, he let out a subdued bout of relieved laughter. Continued…

#Suptober25 Day Six • Campfire

A honeymoon preview of Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck

“Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you.”

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“You fill up my senses, like this night a forest. Like new blossoms in springtime. Like a walk in the raaain! Like a storm o’er the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean.” Dean’s nuzzling became a kiss to the thin, electrically sensitive skin under his ear, in the alcove behind the angel’s jaw. “You fill up my seeenses… come fill me agaaain!” Every wavelength of sound pleaded with the angel, wanting to feel him inside his body, sliding deep through his insides. Feeling the potency of Dean’s need for it alone left the angel awestruck and breathless in his arms, hardly able to keep air in his chest, and they hadn’t hardly begun to love each other yet! Dean let the guitar slide gently to the ground, getting his hand and arms under the blanket, one hand finding Cas’, the other taking hold of him by the throbbing swell of his penis and balls. With that hold he gently but firmly pulled the angel’s body hard against his, the misery of entrapment behind a wall of denim plain in his fading, moaning hum of the love song. Cas couldn’t twist ‘round to get Dean’s impassioned kisses on his lips but he tried insofar as he could. Before long Dean lips left his cheek, head falling back, his arms sliding and falling away, limp, writhing miseriously when Cas used a hold of around the back of his neck to grind his ass back against the horn-esque organ prodding him; taunting him on. Dean’s hands found his waist button and fly. In the blink of an eye there was nothing between Dean’s reaching, straining hand and the penis he wanted inside him so badly his own flesh ached in a way he hadn’t suffered for months. If he was true with himself, not for a moment in his whole lifetime through had he wanted it—along with the angel to whom it belonged—so badly. as’ hand on his moved them together on his cock, hard like he hadn’t felt it in hand before. It’s sleeve of skin stretched so taut it was hard, the firmness and burning heat of the head, straining out Continued...

of his foreskin like a wild animal chained to stake in the ground mad with ravenous hunger for the blood laden, meaty temptation being dangled before it. He could hardly massage it; it barely moved. Cas penis wasn’t just slick with the seraph’s precum, it was weeping itself wet. If it weren’t for the beading sweat tickling his lower stomach and groin between their bodies, Dean would have known himself to be worse for wear than the angel in his loving arms. A hard grind of Cas’ body against his groin sparked a nerve and Dean’s whole body jumped, going fearfully still. Castiel’s deep, thundering question shook him to his core: “Give up, yet?” Dean inhaled a trembling breath. “Yeah. Give… I give.” Somehow, he could feel Castiel smile. The angel was out from under the covers and on his feet so fast it left Dean stunned and suddenly freezing cold, yet so turned on his body was on fire. Cas stood there, blanket in one hand, the other reaching for him to haul him onto his feet. Dean lay there, unable to look away from the angel’s cock standing straight and tall, buoyed between his gorgeously full gonads. Soon, two hands were reaching for him. He reached back. Castiel seized his wrists and had him on his feet with a pull that brought his body, stiffened by torturous pleasure, to standing with inhuman ease. “I want to surprise you.” Cas said it from inches away, having captured Dean in an inexorable embrace. Dean blinked, uncomprehending yet nodding, losing his breath to shock. “Okay,” he whispered, smiling, already delirious with desire. Castiel kissed him stupid, stepped around him, and collected his hat. Unconcerned with his cock and balls basking in their new-found freedom, undeterred by the chilly night air, he strode toward the tent, collected his saddle bag and dress boots and disappeared behind their towering black companion. Shaking himself out of it, Dean dumped the water bladder into the last of the flames and embers. Continued...

Setting his hat back on his head reminded it floating away from him wouldn’t be so easy as it felt it might be. He shook the spare saddle blanket clean, folded it over his arm and marched up to the tent, his waddling gait bowlegged as it was in a fruitless effort to spare his aching dick and complaining balls. His guitar, boots, jacket, and blanket discarded to one side in the vestibule, he stepped barefoot into the tent, clicking on a flashlight. Flipping the switch on the bedside battery-powered lantern, he snuffed out the flashlight, tossing it aside to be found later. His gaze fell on the mesh pocket hanging above the head of the sleeping bags. Lube. Condoms—plenty of them. Rubbing the slime of Cas’ arousal kept moist by his sweating palms off on his jeans, uncertain of what else to do, he sat himself down on their plush sleeping bags square in front of the tent door hanging loose from the zipper track. It occurred to him in that instant Cas might get a laugh out of him laid out naked for him a la Jeff Goldblum when… A smooth, quiet ziiiiip! Tunk, tunk. Too late. He’s back… and he’s keepin’ his boots on. Jeans waist undone and fly down, on his knees with his plaid overshirt half off, Dean petrified at the sight of Castiel ducking into the tent, zipping the door closed behind him. The brim of his hat tipped mysteriously down, Castiel stood so tall as the curvature the tent wall allowed, booted feet set wide apart. Where there oughta have been pants under his chaps, there was dark, tanned skin instead. Where normally a pair of cottony white boxers preserved modesty, the shimmery dark navy-blue thong hanging from his forward thrust hips, swayed, obscenely gorgeous, filled to bursting with his handsomely erect penis and engorged sack, weighed full and low with his lover’s reward for sexing him well. A thicket of curling and twisting salt and pepper short hair refused to be restrained by the skimpy underwear, leaving Dean weak in the knees. Continued...

Dean swallowed hard at the glint off the silver star clipped onto Castiel’s chaps’ yoke. A sheriff’s badge. Cas shucked off his suit jacket. Stomach and chest… bare. Cuffs, rope, and whip hung from stainless steel horns clipped over his chaps. A colt holstered at his hip. Sweet… Jiminy JESUS. Struck dumb by the sight of his Heaven-sent lover, Dean could do little more than look and see. Sheer disbelief knocked him off his knees, had him on his ass and crawling backward on stinging elbows. Cas’ fingers slipped through the dangling steel cuffs, holding them aloft. It was Cas’ lips moving, but it was Doc Holliday’s drawl issuing from his mouth, through and through. “Been the pursuit of my storied career, outlaw. We can do this the easy way…” Castiel tossed the cuffs into his lap, flicking up the brim of hat, eyes aglow. “Or we can do this the hard way; gentleman’s choice.” The angel’s hands went to the rope and sidearm. A smirk formed on his spit shined lips. Dean’s whole being was lit up like Christmas, not the least of which was the glowing, mischievous grin on his lips. “Yer gonna need ‘em both lawdog; I ain’t comin’ in easy.” The Sheriff’s cheshire grin kindled this incredible crackling static in every nerve in his groin. Cas winked. “Can’t ride with legs tied,” the angel warned. “’Sides, if I read you right, you ain’t the runnin’ kind.” Dean chuckled. Winking and grinning, his countenance turned dark and daring. “You gonna talk me to death, lawman, or’r you gonna skin that Big Iron an’ git to work?” * Art by Winchester-Reload Alone in the wilderness, far enough from civilization to see the sky as it should be, free of light pollution and full of stars, Dean, with one hand on Cas' neck the other coming up to caress his face, pulls the angel closer. Unashamed of his open lips, waiting for Dean's kiss, he's just an inch & some away from being granted his wish. https://winchester-reload.tumblr.com/post/655801566185603072/sleep-perchance-to-dream-my-love-if-you-do

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Hoof falls drawing closer brought Cas’ attention back to here and now. “Do away with all the bells and whistles, Cas. We’re done for the day. Get comfy,” Dean said, standing there with Zeus’ reins in hand, already changed into nothing but work boots and faded, ripped jeans. The stallion stood freed from carrying everything except his saddle blanket. “I gotta mess with rinsing the salt and sweat off of this one,” he said, giving the animal firm, loving pats on the side of the neck. Walking over to stand with Dean, Cas rested a hand on the bridge of the stallion’s nose as he spoke. “Thank you, Zeus. It’s been a wonderful ride,” Cas said, turning his gaze to Dean who stood placidly, watching the two of them interact. Cas took the time to say the same to the man he loved with a kiss and a hand around his naked lower back that brought him in close. When Cas finally pulled away, Dean gave his head a shake and, blinking, caught up on his breathing. There was a definite smirk on Cas’ lips. “You’re welcome.” Dean quipped, giving Cas a quick peck in return before sending him on his way to dress down with a solid, grabbing smack on one butt cheek. “The saddle bag beside the lantern’s yours.” Unfurling a sizeable water bladder, Dean set about rinsing down the hard-worked beast. Treating Zeus to a carrot every once in a while, he treated himself to a glance at Cas’ retreating then undressing arse whensoever he could. There was no denying the wooden swell he kept having to tuck back down underneath his jeans’ waist… • Dean was a tall, lean-legged, handsome silhouette against the brilliant orange and yellow light of the campfire’s dancing flames underneath a starry, late twilight sky. Bathed clean in the mountain river, stomach full on smoked beef, buttered cornbread and apples, Dean stood with one hand on his belly, tucked under his leather jacket. Newly oiled, it smelled of beeswax and honey. Continued...

He heard Cas inhale the smell as a kiss landed just above his jacket collar on the back of his neck. The angel’s hands snuck into his jean’s pockets. Even with threadbare cloth between Cas’ hand and his penis, the touch was some potently sweet torment. Accepting Cas chin over his shoulder, he leaned his head out of the way, tipping his hat to one side. He laughed at the tickle as Cas’ seeking hand settled, going still. It was teasing, not torture. While Cas keeping his backside warm was a little slice of Heaven unto itself—the wooden heat firmly jutting up underneath his ass cheeks bein’ the cherry on top—he wanted the angel in his arms. Besides, didn’t know how much more of Cas’ fingers cupping the end of his cock he could take without tanking his staying power later. Wasn’t long until Dean glanced backward over his shoulder at the saddle blanket drying on the rock, his guitar sitting propped up against the side of it. There was music in his fingertips. The river had, over time, eroded away the riverside face of the rock, such that it now ironically resembled a beanbag chair. Stirring to life, inhaling an awakening breath, he sipped once more from their whiskey flask, naturally passing it to Castiel as he stepped out of his embrace. For hours, he’d been dying to know if the boulder was exactly as fit to recline and strum a tune in as it looked. He folded the saddle blanket in half, lowering himself into place and… hot damn; a near-perfect reclining bucket seat! A grin lit up his face as he reached for the guitar, figuring out how to git comfortable. Moving with gentle, confident grace, his fingers twanged the slow, haunting opening of Seminole Wind. Leaning heavy on one leg, hand in his jeans pocket, Mexican woven blanket draped around his shoulders, Cas took a sip of whiskey as he came closer. Seating himself on the grass and moss at Dean’s feet, he lovingly looked on as Dean played a much gentler, less rambunctious rendition of the song. Continued...

The sound caressed his hearing as easily as it enchanted the heart and loved his soul. The lilting tune died out under a soft clap of Dean palm across the strings. There was something… burning in Dean’s eyes.“Git up here.” Dean spread his legs wide, the shape of his desire full and writhing to sneak free from the denim caging it on display—inviting him in. Cas’ eyes wandered up from his groin to meet his gaze. The angel was on his feet fast, hat off and tossed down onto the rock behind his head, on one knee between Dean’s legs, kissing him with a fervor that left Dean helpless and breathless. Dean had to turn his mouth away from it to get Castiel to simmer down. “Save that for later.” His tone and breathing may have been hard, but the look in his eyes asked his angel for mercy. A quick cheshire smile ended when Cas lay a last gentle, whiskey-flavoured peck on his lips. He watched Castiel shed the blanket, his ass coming down between his thighs, snug and heavy against his crotch. Dean’s breath quietly hitched, painfully. Cas froze. Dean’s free arm snapped around his body like a striking snake, hauling the angel flush against him from shoulders to ass, his hips rolling a few quick thrusts into Castiel’s loins and lower back—welcoming him home. Cas went pliant in his arms. Dean took a shuddering breath beside his ear, relieved. “I’m okay. Pinched for a second.” Castiel brought the hand on his solar plexus to his lips. Going about spreading the blanket over them, Cas watched, mystified as Dean brought the guitar to rest into front of them, one elbow propped up on an igneous arm rest, his fingers finding their place laid out over the instrument’s strings. Dean perfected how snugly close together they lay. Going quiet and still, he leaned the side of his face into Cas' neck and head. The humming began. Cas felt his eyes begin to water. He didn’t recognize the music, but… it was a love song. The first high, light, and joyful notes of the song filled the angel’s senses…

“You fill up my senses, like a night in a forest. Like the mountains in spring time—like a walk in the rain. Like a storm in the desert, like a sleepy blue ocean. You fill up my senses; come fill me again…” Dean hopped the music back to the beginning of the lyrics. Had to. Otherwise, he’d have had to sing through snickering mischievously into the seraph’s neck. Cas’ heart swelled in his chest. In that moment, he understood what Dean wanted from him tonight. Getting himself together, Dean played with the notes for a few seconds, segueing beautifully into, “…Come let me love you. Let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter; let me die…” Dean faltered, the note of his voice, suddenly as low and heavy and the tone and emotion in it. “in your arms. Let me lay down beside you. Let me always… be with you.” Dean crooned the words straight into the angel’s ear, punctuating the whole-hearted request with a brief kiss and nuzzle. “Come let me love youuu… come love me again…!” Cas was suddenly leaning his head back against Dean’s just as hard; both hands had a firm grip of his thighs, holding them tight around his body. The best hug he could managed being the one in front. The slow, sweet, lilting song trickled off the strings like the purest snowmelt in a babbling mountain stream. Dean hummed to the music, the rich sound, thick with affection, wrapping itself around his heart and mind like a heavy warm blanket, yet light as a cloud. His lover swayed and rocked their bodies together—living metronomes obeying the music, rather than setting its time. Dean’s rutting cock and balls against his back began asking the question before the first word of it slipped through his lips. “Let me give my love to you… come let me love youuu… come love me again…!” Dean’s voice was all the way down in his chest, lust-riddled; a wordless testament to need beyond thought and reason. Continued...

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Supernatural Sex, War & Peace Day 6 • Campfire “Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me die in your arms. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you. Come let me love you. Come love me again.” Art by Winchester-Reload. ALT Text for her work is on the final panel of the post. Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck A Night in a Forest “Wow… would you look at that,” Dean said softly, gently taking the reins back and bringing Zeus to a gradual stop on the trail. Cas opened his eyes, jolting slightly, having almost unconsciously closed them when he’d lay his cheek to rest on Dean’s shoulder, letting his hat fall back to hang by the cinch string around his neck. The moment Cas had opened his eyes, tears of joy his eyelids were holding in immediately fell down both his cheeks. He looked to their sides, seeing nothing unusual. Looking ahead, Castiel blinked the water clouding his vision out of his eyes. The symmetry of it was perfect. The emerald pines lining either side of the path converged in perspective in a way that exactly mirrored the majestic mountain peak jutting up into the sky in the Continued…

distance. There wasn’t a single wisp of cloud in the clear blue sky. A sight so strikingly picturesque in its simplistic perfection Castiel would never forget it. In a moment that near-stole his breath completely away, he understood why. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be, exactly when I’m supposed to be there, Cas marveled. Pure blue skies; clear and bright blue eyes. Vibrant blue skies buoyed by seas of Earth-bound emerald pines, framing the perfect rhombus of the mountain: their copula and safe haven. Any doubts about what he was doing with his existence and why he was doing it that had managed to survive thus far, died in the instant he recognized the signpost for what it was. Cas brought his free hand away from Dean’s leg, wiping away tears on his cheeks with his palm. He cast his gaze skyward, seeking the serenity to regain control of himself. Here he was, an angel, a being who’d seen things—wonders—no human being would ever dream of, moved to tears over the beauty of the love in his hands and heart, the words of a song and a perfect visual moment in time. Dean felt Cas draw back, felt the breathing spasms in his chest and turned to look back over his left shoulder, giving Cas’ thigh a gentle rub. “All right back there?” There was no criticism or judgement to it, only affectionate concern. For his part, he was just too damned happy right now to shed a tear, but he had no doubt his time would come around soon enough. Laughing contentedly and shaking his head, Cas answered, “No. I’m exactly as I should be.” The tingling heat in his groin, hell, everywhere he was in contact with Dean, was enough to drive a man to madness. Add that sign to all this… Cas began laughing again. His response to all this was to shimmy himself just a little closer to Dean everywhere he could and hold him tighter. If Dean didn’t wind up bent forward over a fallen log and their spare saddle blanket before nightfall, no one on Earth or in Heaven would be more surprised than he. Cont'd…

“We’re stopping for rest and water soon. Don’t worry, you’re not the only one losing your damned mind,” Dean said with confident reassurance. “Mmm. Give up yet?” Cas quipped, knowing full well what the gist of the answer would be. Dean’s devious chuckles answered the question before he ever opened his mouth. “Not by a long shot.” • Their campsite for the night lay a handful of miles beyond the midway point of their journey to the secret lakeside plateau. Dean had been here before and constructed a makeshift hitching post. A small shelter stood nearby that was open, but housed a rack designed to hold and dry their tack, offering their beast of burden respite from his cargo for the night. A hitching post and a spot to hang feed for the animal were there as well. Perhaps the most important part of his preparation: a squat but raised and flat wooden plank dais for the tent. Dean nudged Cas’ chin, hooked over his shoulder, where the angel had spent the last mile obediently blindfolded by eyelids alone. Any other sense he might’ve used to see? Well, Dean would just have to trust he’d closed those “eyes” as well. “Open your eyes.” He felt the moment it happened. Cas’ arms, clasped around his midsection, tightened, bringing their bodies even closer together. “You built this?” Cas asked, astonished. Nodding, Dean replied, “Sure did.” Letting his hand fall to hold Cas’ thigh close, Dean directed their travelling companion to the water’s edge. Castiel took in the lay of the land, amazed. The campsite was fifty yards back, above all but the highest of the flood lines marked into the earth on the banks of the creek. Perhaps three old growth pine trees had been felled to open up an alcove for the tent. Dean had built it all with wood from those giants. He’d cemented together a stone pit with a short wood bench on either side. Continued...

Castiel’s gaze fell on patch of moss and grass that thinned out into pebbled dirt in the lee of a glacial boulder, ‘bout seven feet back from the pit, deposited there millennia ago, and worn into a kind of bowl shape. The far side of it sat much higher than the other. Zeus stood comfortably, dipping his nose into the water and taking a long, leisurely drink. Dean took his feet out of the stirrups and encouraged Cas do the same with a gentle nudge of the hand. The two let their legs hang loose off the horse’s sides, flexing their feet in preparation to stand on solid ground again. They stayed mounted until Zeus no longer seemed interested in having his nose in the water. Dean walked them back around toward the campsite, to ground even enough for a dismount. “After you.” Dean hooked up the assist strap and offered Cas his forearm as support while he climbed down. Keeping an eye on how well Cas found his feet, Dean smiled when he seemed to be faring well enough. “Feeling steady?” Cas nodded in response. He backed away, a little uneasy on his feet, but standing and moving well enough for a first-time rider. Dean let himself down with ease. Having long ago shed his jacket, Cas wandered back toward the creek bank, rolling up the sleeves of shirt, unbuttoning his waistcoat, loosening his tie and the top few buttons of his shirt. Kneeling on a dry, flat, wide stone in the shallows he brought a handful of clear, fresh water up to his face, rubbing the residual cool moisture in hand on the back of his neck. It felt good in the wake of the heat of the day and unending physical proximity. Two hands went into the water this time and pulled a splash of water up to his face and neck. He closed his eyes, letting his head fall back. His elbows rested on his knees, hands dangling. Enjoying and soaking in the light and warmth of the waning sun for no reason more complicated than sheer joy tickling his heart, he let out a subdued bout of relieved laughter. Continued…

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A honeymoon preview of Book 3 • A Good Run of Bad Luck

“Come let me love you; let me give my life to you. Let me drown in your laughter. Let me lay down beside you; let me always be with you.”

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Digital illustration depicting Dean Winchester and Castiel from Supernatural. They are under some red blankets that form a blanket fort. Off to the side up at the top of the image are some orange Christmas lights. Dean and CAs are laying on their fronts and clutching yellow pillows as they watch The Witch on a laptop in front of them. There are various pillows and blankets around them on the ground as well. Cas has his feet kicked up behind him. They are laying on a deep light purple blanket. There is a bowl of popcorn in the foreground. Cas looks interested in the movie and Dean is hiding and looking concerned. The quote is from the father William in the back half of the film: “We’ll back to the plantation in the morn. Find a good family for Thomasin. Take Caleb to the doctor. He will find whether this be some natural ill or no.”

Suptober - Day 11 | Blanket Fort
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A digital illustration showing Dean and Cas from Supernatural. They are sitting on the floor with deep and bright blue and purple light swirling around them. From behind Cas’s head is almost like a halo of stars and they are swirling up behind him and Dean, passing through them and Dean is trying to hold them, looking down at his hands in shock, as the stars continue forward and swirl around the picture. They see the brightest thing on the picture.

Suptober - Day 13 | Stargazing
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An illustration depicting Dean and CAs from the tv show Supernatural. It’s night time on the shore of a lake. In the distance are faded hills with a moon overhead and some stars and a shooting star. Dean and Cas are on a wooden lounge chair in front of a campfire. Dean is sitting in Cas lap and they’re sooooo making out. There is a fishing cooler behind the chairs as the light fades to night. In the foreground is a camping tent. There are two trees on the right and two trees further set back on the left. The glow from the fire illuminates parts of the pair.

Suptober - Day 6 | Campfire
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