Anonymous asked: Some Team Free Love (Dean/Cas/Sam/Gabe) fluff (no smut) would be wonderful!

“Ow,” Dean whines, muffled against the pillow as Castiel digs his fingers into a particularly knotted spot on his back.

“Perhaps if you had come to me sooner, it would not hurt so badly,” Castiel says unsympathetically, those deft fingers pushing hard on a knot, working it smooth and loose. Dean just huffs at him, biting back whimpers and soft moans, eyes drooping.

Sam chuckles from the couch, pen stains on his fingers as he idly flips through his text book. He pauses to roll his neck and shoulders, both of them cracking. Castiel looks up, blue eyes intense.

“You’re next,” he says, just as Dean lets out another low groan, Castiel making a pleased sound as he feels yet another block of tension smooth away. “You need to be more careful at Bobby’s, Dean. You aren’t as young as you used to be.”

“Thanks a lot,” Dean huffs sarcastically. “Your way with words is astounding.”

“Don’t be mean, Deano. Cassie’s got you at his mercy,” Gabriel quips, plopping into Sam’s lap and giving him a wicked grin at the whine of protest. He offers him a Snickers bar that Sam takes, grumbling all the while. “No more studying, Sammy. It’s Saturday. Let’s just chill out and watch Dean go loopy from Cassie’s magic fingers.”

“And then later sex,” Castiel says easily, arching an eyebrow at Gabriel.

“And then later, sex,” Gabriel says solemnly, snuggling into Sam’s chest.

“I’m fucking Dean tonight,” Castiel murmurs, Dean whining softly under him, loose and boneless.

“Only if I can fuck his mouth while Sam fucks me,” Gabriel grins, wriggling in Sam’s lap.

Sam makes an amused, low sound. “Do we get any say in this?”

“No,” both Castiel and Gabriel say simultaneously. Sam pouts, pushing out his lower lip, and Gabriel kisses him sweetly, tasting of chocolate and peanut butter.

“You don’t mind,” he says with a wicked little grin that promises dirty things in the near future.

“How do you know?” Sam asks, still pouting.

“‘Cause you love us,” Gabriel murmurs, head tucked under Sam’s chin.

Sam wraps his broad arms around him and glances at Castiel and Dean on the bed, Castiel whispering something into Dean’s ear that’s making him flush and whimper, and smiles.

“Yeah, I do.”

Anonymous asked: cas/lucifer. set anytime.

Here, this, right here, is the beginning.

Angels, many, conferring under a tree. What kind of tree seems to change. At one point it’s a magnificent fern, then next it’s a weeping willow, the next a pine.

“They say he’s going to be the one,” Uriel says, his form wavering in agitation and gleaming excitement.

“I don’t know…”

“Think about it. He’s the favorite. He’s the spoilt one. If it was anyone, it would be him.”

“I called it,” Azazel says wryly, the yellow in his eyes seeming to glow brighter, wings flaring out lazily.

“You’re wrong,” Castiel says vehemently. “Lucifer would never do that. He loves Father.”

An angel whose name has been lost to us snorts dryly. “I suppose you would know. He seems to pay quite the attention to you, little Castiel. Tell us, is it as rapturous they say, soaking up the Morningstar’s light?”

Castiel flushes in anger, blue eyes flashing.

“Whatever you are implying is incorrect,” he growls, True Voice going into that deep-set baritone unique to his form. 

“Oh, I’m sure it is, Cassie,” Balthazar says, though mostly in good humor. It still irritates Castiel. He growls at them and disappears into the Garden, where he usually goes when he is…agitated.

There is a part, the middle, where one meets the fall, the one to betray. It’s a time of rising action, we rise, rise, too high and like Icarus, we fall. So it is now.

“You seem upset, Little One,” a soft voice rumbles, and Castiel turns around, Grace brightening at the sight of Lucifer.

“I’m much better now,” he says with all the honesty of an innocent, curling into his bright, overwhelming light.

“Tell me what happened,” Lucifer murmurs, tangling their Graces together, sending pulsing waves of pleasure through their bond.

Castiel sighs and burrows closer. “Just…doubts. About you and Father.” He pauses, a spike of fear drifting through his Grace. “They say you’re going to fight,” he whispers.

Lucifer grips him tighter but doesn’t say a word, and Castiel ignores the horrible sense of foreboding at the non-answer, losing himself in the ecstasy of Lucifer’s incredible and blinding beauty.

It ends thus:

An angel, terrible, beautiful, bright and his brother, good, obedient, fight, clash and claw at one another as another looks on, broken, withdrawn, the blue of its eyes dimming as he watches one Fall.

This is the last thing Dean ever thought he’d be doing.  Jump of a bridge, sell his soul (again), hell, grow a pair of boobs and shake his ass down the sidewalk, sure, but not this.

Not this slick slide of cock-against-skin, ankles over his head as Sam’s - no, not Sam’s - Lucifer’s blunt, hard cock presses against his tender hole, already fucked raw and loose, leaking with his come.

Dean whimpers, because it’s the only thing he can do, and squeezes his eyes shut, trying to pretend desperately that he doesn’t enjoy this, even though they both (all three?) know that’s not true.

“You want it,” Lucifer breathes along his earlobe, forked tongue curling out to taste the salty skin.  And it’s really not fair that Dean’s dick is such a traitorous bastard that can’t tell the difference between Sam and Lucifer.

Dean wants so badly to tell Lucifer exactly where he can stick his (Sam’s) cock, but fuck, Sammy’s always had this way of getting under his skin and driving him completely wild and Lucifer knows that, keeping the hunter pinned against the wall with Sam’s massive, muscular body.

So it’s really not Dean’s fault when he practically fucking keens and spreads his legs like an eager whore.

“You like that, don’t you?” Lucifer growls possessively, spanking Dean’s raw ass and the hunter mewls in agreement, shuddering.  “You know, Sammy’s in here, telling me exactly what you like,” he says huskily, biting down on his collarbone hard enough to draw blood, staining Sam’s lips crimson. 

“He’s giving me all sorts of tips,” Lucifer continues as Dean pants, shamelessly hard again, begging for it.  “He loves seeing you all strung out like this.”

Dean whines, sweat dripping from his temple as he quivers with need, and Lucifer wipes it away almost tenderly.  “Such a pretty little whore for your brother.  How long have you wanted it, Dean?  Tell me how long you’ve been thinking about being fucked into submission by your little brother.”

He gulps, eyes blown and demon black with lust as he stares up at Lucifer’s face, the possessive glint in his eyes eerily similar to Sam’s.  “S-since he was f-fourteen,” he stammers, cock leaking profusely on his stomach, and oh god, he wants so badly to touch it, but Lucifer has his hands tied (literally), his wrists rubbed raw against the bindings.

Lucifer tips his head back and closes his eyes with a soft hum, like he’s listening, then nods, lips quirking up.  “Sammy’s wanted you since he was old enough to jack off.  You were his first, did you know?”

Dean blushes crimson, imaging his little brother in the bathroom, jerking off to the thought of him during those long nights in random motels.

“It almost happened so many times,” Lucifer breathes, continuing his seductive monologue.  “When you got him at Stanford, after you got back from Hell… he ached for you, Dean.  And now he has you,” he adds with a possessive growl that makes Dean shiver.  “See, Sammy?  Don’t say I don’t provide,” he whispers, talking to his vessel, caressing his own muscles in an almost gentle motion.  “We have him and now he’s ours.  Forever.”

If Dean were in any mental capacity to give a fuck, he’d be more worried and less turned on, but fuck, watching Sam or Lucifer or whoever they are now claim him is the hottest thing he can imagine and he can’t possibly complain.  He’s theirs and when Lucifer finishes fucking him, hard and rough like Dean likes it, driving so deep into him he’ll practically feel his massive cock in his throat, Dean will have the marks to prove it.

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This is our first weekly free-for-all (may be bi-weekly, depending on how many prompts we have). Which ever one you choose to fill, please submit to us once it has been written so we can post it for all you multishippers to read!

• Anonymous asked: protective!Dean/Cas
• pureinnocent-castiel asked: Castiel/Balthazar, bottom!Cas FILLED
• Anonymous asked:  Matt/Richard, please? Post (any) convention, they have a day to kill before they can fly out — maybe there’s a delay in someone’s flight? Don’t care. They don’t leave the hotel room.

Remember, these choices have nothing to do with the pairing or topic, we just simply don’t have time and/or have started the other prompts, and so we leave these ones for people to take. Cait and I have nothing against Destiel, Calthazar, or Matt/Richard and so feel free to give us more of those prompts!

Adding a couple since real life has been getting in the way:

• Anonymous asked: Hey guys, how about a fic where we got Jo and Ellen’s pov interacting with Bobby, Rufus, Gordon and other characters through important canon events like Gordon setting out to kill Sam, finding out about Dean’s deal, Dean’s death, Sam’s downward spiral, Dean’s ressurection, the apocalipse, etc.
• Anonymous asked: I’d love a fic from Adam’s pov, in a world where he didn’t betray the boys, and instead stuck around. I’d particulary love if the fic was set during the time Cas was loosing his powers and had to stay rolled up with the boys (and we got some subtle Destiel), and Adam noticing the interactions of Team Free Will and feeling like an outsider. Sam even tries to include him in, but Dean is wary of Adam and protective of falling!Cas.

Again, I just want to reiterate that we have nothing against these ships, these are just a few longer prompts that we don’t really have time for right now.  They’re great prompts and we want to let our followers have a crack at them because they deserve to be filled in a more timely manner than we can do.  And just because something is in the free-for-all doesn’t mean that we won’t ever fill it, so feel free to keep sending us prompts.  We’re slowly making our way through them around school/work/life.

Anonymous asked: I’ve always wanted to see some Dean/Balthazar, even if it’s just hate sex. I always thought Balthazar hated Dean for taking Cas/being so alike, but they have a lot in common. Maybe it’s just me though.

“You know, it’s quite adorable when hairless monkeys try to speak,” Balthazar coos sarcastically to Dean, who fumes with anger.  “It’s like one of those bald cats, only less intelligent.”

“Why don’t you bite me,” he spits back with a vicious growl that quickly turns to horror when the angel seems to contemplate it.

His lips curl up deviously, a devilish twinkle in his blue eyes.  “If you insist.”

“Kinky,” Dean shoots back, his cocky grin betrayed by the worried waver in his voice.  “But I don’t swing that way.”

“Castiel seems to disagree,” the angel murmurs lightly, but there’s a darkness behind his voice, a righteous fury that’s been pent-up, festering for years.

Dean frowns, feigning ignorance. “Cas wouldn’t know sex if it whipped out its dick and fucked him.”

A menacing growl is the only warning Dean has before he’s slammed against the wall, the fury of an angel on him, pinning him roughly even as deep, dark bruises begin forming along his wrists and hips.  “Don’tspeak of my brother so flippantly,” he hisses, eyes flashing with white-hot Grace begging for release.  “He is anangel of the Lordwho has done more for you and your pathetically hapless brother than you two could possibly ever deserve.  He commands your respect and admiration.  If not for him, I would throw you both into the Pit myself.”

Dean gulps just a little bit, green eyes fuck-I’m-so-screwed wide.  Balthazar’s fingers twitch like he’s aching to smite Dean, and the angel licks his lips, his gaze hungry and raw in a way that makes Dean feel horribly exposed.  But then he disappears in a snap of wings, burnt ozone filling his absence.

Dean slumps, wrists bruised and aching, wondering what the fuck just happened.

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Summary:  Dean would do anything for his brother. When Sam jumps into the cage to save the world Dean keeps his promise and goes to Lisa and Ben. But months later a visit to Sam’s grave reveals that his brother has somehow been freed from hell. Dean won’t leave his brother alone to deal with the aftermath. But what has been saved from the cage is nothing like his brother, and Dean has to try to teach Sam how to be human again.

Pairing: Established Sam/Dean, Castiel/Balthazar, VERY minor Dean/Lisa

Word count: 32,000

Rating: NC-17

I had no internet for like four days and then things got real busy at home. I promise to try and write something up for you guys today!

Author: free_pirate
Pairings: Sam/Dean, Sam/Jess
Summary:

Preseries AU. The only thing Sam has of his father’s is an old journal. It’s written like a primer for every nightmarish thing he’s ever heard of and several that he hasn’t – things that can’t possibly be real. A chance meeting in a bar stirs something in his blood that he can’t quite explain. Dean Winchester is mysterious, maybe a little bit dangerous, but he shows Sam something he didn’t know he was missing. And hunting is just the beginning.

This was just perfection in my eyes.  Completely and utterly perfect. I adore fics where Sam and Dean are separated for years and then find each other again.  Go read it.

Anonymous: omg your team free love fic was soooooo good! how about a prequel to it? like how they all came to be together. ;)

“C’mon, Sam, it’ll be good for you! Community service and all that,” Dean says brightly, having managed to wrestle Sam out of the library and into the gorgeous California air. 

“You know that’s not it, Dean,” Sam scowls. “I have to study or I’m gonna fail out of my physics class, you know this.” 

“But look how gorgeous it is,” Dean whines, pushing out his lower lip. Sam very determinedly does not look at the slick, plump skin, keeping his eyes firmly on Dean’s face.

Mostly.

He sighs, dropping his books. “Fine,” he grumbles. “But if I fail it’s your fault.”

Dean grins brightly and nods, grabbing Sam’s wrist and tugging him to his Impala.

——

They arrive at a clearing already filled with people, a short, brunette man shouting orders as he waves a lollipop in his hand. Dean’s eyes linger on him for a moment before he’s bustled into heavy labour, muscles bulging as he lifts and grunts his way through the day, working side by side a dark-haired man with a slim build and quiet strength. 

Sam ends up with the short man, who he finds is named Gabriel, with a wicked tongue and bewitching golden eyes. 

It’s been hours and they’re the last ones, helping Gabriel—he’s the senior in charge, Dean’s age, and Castiel, a year younger than Gabriel, though they’ve known each other for years. Dean and Gabriel bicker lightly and trade sexually-charged innuendos, Dean’s black shirt sticking to his chest like a second skin. Sam awkwardly draws his eyes away from it, accidentally catching Castiel doing the exact same thing, meeting his eyes. 

Sam’s cheeks burn and Castiel’s darken, tracing his entire body with unashamed interest. 

“So, who wants to share?” Gabriel’s voice breaks them out of their trance as he pulls out a bottle of liquor from his bag.

“You brought rum?” Sam asks incredulously. Gabriel smirks, winking.

“What better way to get you three to take your clothes off?” 

Dean laughs, a deep, reverberating thing that vibrates through his whole body and he winks at Sam. “Hey, Sammy, if I take a drink and then you do, does that count as kissing your brother?”

Sam nearly chokes on his spit and flushes dark red as Castiel lets out a low growl and grabs the rum, taking a deep, gulp, his Adam’s apple bobbing as sweat drips tantalizingly down his collarbone. 

Sam faintly hears Dean breath a soft “Fuck,” but he’s too busy staring at Cas, mouth parted, while Gabriel’s lips quirk dirtily.

“W-what was that?” Dean asks faintly, voice hoarse.

Castiel stares at them, eyes stormy, lips red and slick. “Let’s get this bottle empty so we can play Spin the Bottle.”

And the rest, as they say, is history.

Midterms suck.

I’m really sorry I’ve been ignoring this.