الجزء السفلي! عميد

In which Dean Winchester gets an unsolicited dick pic from an unknown sender which is both totally not disappointing in that it's a really nice dick pic, and incredibly disappointing in that it's clearly a downloaded picture of his favorite porn star. There's absolutely no way it's actually this porn star sending it to him, right? Right?

There's something going on with Cas. Dean is determined to help him through it, in whatever way he can. He might end up with more than he bargained for. OR: Dean helps Cas scratch an itch. As it were.

On the very first time that Castiel manifests in front of Father Dean Winchester, he gets as far as "Rejoice, for you are blessed-" before Dean shoots him with a salt-loaded shotgun.

So this is how it goes. Best day of Dean Winchester’s life. Loses his job, finds out he’s been cheated on, gets dumped, all in the course of one fucked up Thursday. Drinking himself into oblivion is the natural response, right? A chance encounter in a dingy dive bar gives Dean a new friend who sees his problems and likes him anyway. Now, as Dean struggles to pick up the pieces of his life, Castiel just might help him put them back together in a way he never expected.

Dean has nothing left to give. He's run down, worn out, empty. Castiel and Gabriel have been waiting for the opportunity to teach him how to take. (Basically drawn out schmoopy sex.)

"I had to draw all them perfectly," Cas insists, and Dean suddenly can't get rid of the image of Cas, clutching on to a Crayola washable marker, jamming it into his skin forcefully like a little kid mashes his markers on the paper in a vehement attempt to make the color deeper. "And now you're insulted 'cause I don't appreciate 'em?" Dean asks, bewildered. "No," Cas lies petulantly. "Huh." The stubborn child version of Cas Dean has painted in his mind is now clutching his paper possessively, shielding it from scrutiny. They drive in silence for a while. "Thank you for making my freckles," Dean grouses finally, knowing that it's the only way Cas will forgive him. ((((OR, IN WHICH CAS LIKES DEAN AND HIS FRECKLES, AND DEAN IS STUBBORNLY HETEROSEXUAL))))

Then: when Gabriel left heaven, he took Castiel along with him. That's why when, centuries later, Dean Winchester goes hunting a trickster while his brother is at Stanford, he meets Castiel instead. And no matter how much Gabriel warns him off, Castiel wants this beautiful little hunter as his own, even if it's only for a few nights. Now: Dean is devastated by Sam's death at the hands of Jake Talley. On his way to sell his soul to revive Sam, Dean prays for the first time in years. His prayer is answered by someone he hasn't seen in over three years: someone who turns out to be an angel, someone who vows to care for him, someone who wants Dean as a mate. The angel Castiel.

"You're so brave, Deano, and strong, just like your mother was. I need to you to keep that up, okay? I need you to be what she was for this family." Eyes wide, Dean nods. (SPN Kink Meme Fill, John/Dean, Sam/Dean, Dean raised as Sam's mom)

Life had always been rough for long-time New Yorker, Castiel Haven. And when he ratted out his mob boss father, the rest of his horrific family, and about a half-dozen cops, he knew life wasn’t about to get better. Especially not when the FBI carted him off to the middle of nowhere, North Carolina. But he sure as hell didn’t expect the biggest complication to be a small-town brazen mechanic with a tenacious sex drive named Dean Winchester. One of them never lies. One of them never tells the truth. And both of them have no fucking clue what it means to love someone.

After Balthazar's detailed lecture, Dean thought he understood how this was gonna go. He thought he could be a good dominant for Castiel, could be everything that his angel needed. And he was... just not in the way he expected.

أنتِ عاهرة، ولا تستطيعين مقاومة نفسكِ. لذلك سأمنعكِ." رفع سام المفتاح. "لن تستطيعي الإثارة الجنسية بهذا الشيء، ولن تستطيعي التخلص منه حتى أسمح لكِ. لقد سئمتُ من مشاهدتكِ وأنتِ تتسكعين وتشربين حتى السُكر كل ليلة."

Dean has reoccurring dreams of the angel that he calls his best friend.

Dean wants to be angry at his mates for disappearing for two weeks, leaving him to wonder if they're even still alive. He really does. It's just hard when Castiel and Gabriel are so easy to forgive.

Dean sucks cock and gets fucked. He loves dick.

Prompt: Dean being drugged in a bar, and random patrons of the bar having their way with him. "Three beers later, and Lefty was hard just from watching Green Eyes shoot pool with the boys. The man’s back muscles rippled under his shirt, and the look of concentration in his eyes when he lined up his cue made Lefty twitch."

So Dean is an Omega.I know right? Stupid biology.Dean's also being targeted by Alistair.Fuck.Enter Bamf Alpha Cas, long time friend, Alistair kicking bad ass and apparently the fucking cause of Dean's spontanious heat. Bastard.

Sam Winchester has watched his brother Dean and the angel Castiel ignore their feelings for each other for years, and he is losing patience. When one day he can't take it anymore he decides to give them a helping hand, a push to get them to do something about it. So begins a week of torment for Dean, but for the best possible reason.

Soulless!Sam fucks Dean in a church after a case. Hard.

Sam returns to the motel to find Dean covered in come in the aftermath of a hookup. He can't resist.

Nine years ago, Sam saved Dean and was taken away from him. Now Dean is back, and he's there for Sam.

In a reserve built to study supernatural beings a hierarchy had been established among the creatures. The most dominant claimed the submissive as their mates or personal objects, that was just how it worked. Dean grew up for the better part of his life within the reserve, his allure was all he had, no special power, no secret strength, just the ability to attract. It was too much for some and the time grew closer when he would be claimed as a more powerful being's play thing. Castiel enters his life abruptly and changes everything within his world and many others'.

When Sam and Dean return to the site of a hunt their father abandoned when they were small children the past catches up with them in a way they couldn't begin to understand

Dean and Lucifer are roommates in college, and Dean decides to peek at Lucifer's laptop

It’s the sound that draws him in. At first, he thinks Dean is crying. His hand stills on the doorknob as he listens closer, his brows knitting together with worry. “Oh God,” Dean says in a strangled voice. There’s a soft sound, a strange slicking sound that Cas can’t quite put his finger on. He chews on his bottom lip, a million things running through his mind when suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, it hits him: Dean is touching himself.

Dean wishes he could enjoy the boneless aftermath of being dually fucked within an inch of his life without the accompanying angst.

What Dean means to say is “You can’t stay.” Not that he wants to say it. Not that, in fact, it won’t kill another piece of whatever good is left inside him to say it. But it’s Sam, and take care of your brother is so worn into the grooves of his brain by now, obeying isn’t even voluntary. So if Cas’s being here—alive and human and here—puts Sam in danger, there’s nothing to be done. He can’t stay. But what he actually says is, “It’s not supposed to be like that.”

Castiel wants to try something new in bed. Dean is all for it. Cas is not disappointed, not at all. Or,The one where Cas wants to be handcuffed, roughes up, and blindfolded, and Dean is too eagre to make his fantasy come true.

Drunk Dean, hot as usually Sammy. It's Wincest Smut! I don't even know how to summarize this pointless thing. I know that we all like some Wincest 'cause we wouldn't be here right now if we didn't. Like just enjoy some smut pretty please.