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Plot: Supernatural World where Gabriel joined the brothers and Castiel. Team Free Will found a way to cage Lucifer and Michael without Sam having to dive into the cage himself. Predictably, a lot of demons and angels were not happy with the outcome.

Here is a WARNING. Brotherly incest love. It’s the Supernatural. Anything can happen.

“Dean.”

Dean lifted his head from its resting place and smiled when he spotted Castiel. The angel stood in the shadows in the closest corner of the room. He wore his usual holy tax accountant coat and tie. He sat up as Castiel came closer.

“Hey, Cas. You okay, man?” Dean asked in a low murmur.

“I am fine, Dean. How’s Sam?” Castiel said, his gaze flickering to the other hunter.

Dean chuckled as he rubbed a hand over his brother’s arm. The hunter gave no indication he even felt it. His chest moved steadily up and down as he slept on.

“Sammy’s good, Cas. He’s really tired, but a good night’s sleep’ll take care of that,” Dean replied.

Castiel nodded silently in agreement. He stared down at the bed. It was a large bed, more than enough for two. Sam lay on his back near the middle of the bed with Dean curled on his left side. Both were missing shirts and Castiel knew there was probably nothing below the waist either underneath the thin sheet.

He shifted his gaze from the sleeping hunter to the woken hunter. Dean had reached over to the side table to snatch up a bottle of water. He took a big chug before capping it and returning it to its place.

“May I stay?” Castiel asked, as if it were a perfectly normal thing to ask.

Dean chuckled.

“You know you don’t have to ask, Cas, man. Just don’t forget the rule,” Dean said before laying back down.

Castiel didn’t answer him. In the blink of an eye, most of his clothes were neatly folded on a chair; his shoes and socks underneath the chair. He was left in a pair of sleep pants and boxers. It was the only clothing he was permitted to wear in bed. Pulling back the covers, he crawled into bed and curled up to Sam’s other side.

“Wait.” Castiel glanced up. Dean had a serious look on his face. “Where is he?”

Castiel sighed.

“He is not here, Dean. He may be by later, though,” Castiel explained.

Dean waved his hand in the air.

“Whatever. So long as he stays away long enough for Sam to rest,” Dean said, lying back down.

Castiel nodded. He knew very well that the younger hunter needed rest. After all, it was his and Castiel’s fault. Castiel’s hand slipped up to lightly touch the bandages wrapped around Sam’s eyes.

The brothers had been taking a day off from hunting in a city in Alabama. Dean had hung out at a bar with Castiel, trying again to teach the angel how to play pool. Gabriel had been off doing who knows what while Sam had fallen asleep by the motel poolside. Dean had called Sam to check in, but had grown frantic with worry when he couldn’t reach him. Castiel had located Sam for Dean at an abandoned warehouse outside of town, which had put big brother on panic alert.

An enraged angel had been upset Sam had refused Lucifer and kept the Great Battle from happening. He had nearly burned out Sam’s eyes when Castiel had appeared and stabbed an angel blade through him. Castiel and Gabriel did what they could to help him. It had been a slow healing process with neither angel nor archangel wanting to damage the hunter’s vision further. The bandages would be able to come off in a few days.

Castiel pressed a small kiss to Sam’s shoulder before nestling down and resting his eyes. It was only a few hours later that Sam started stirring. He felt two weights pinning him down to the bed. He knew Dean was lying on his left side, but it took him a minute to identify Castiel. Unfortunately, as much as he loved to stay where he was, his bladder badly needed attention.

“Cas?”

Castiel’s eyes snapped open and he lifted his head off Sam’s shoulders.

“Yes, Sam?” Castiel asked.

“Can you move Dean? I need to use the bathroom,” Sam explained.

“Do you require assistance?” Castiel asked.

Sam’s cheeks pinked.

“No thanks, Cas. Just move Dean.”

It took only a quick blink for Dean to be settled up against Castiel instead of his brother. Sam stumbled off the bed, but righted himself with a hand on the bedside stand. Once on his feet, Sam was able to make it to his bathroom. He sagged in relief as the pain in his gut withered away. When he was done, he washed his hands. He didn’t stay long in the bathroom as the cold temperature caused goosebumps to break out over his naked body.

He was fortunate Dean had found a cabin to rent. They had been renting it out for the last few weeks while Sam’s eyes healed. It allowed them privacy from others and had allowed him to learn the layout so he could move around the cabin easily without his eyes. He found his way back onto the bed where Dean tackled him down onto the pillows.

“Hiya, Sammy,” a familiar voice whispered in his ear.

If he could have, Sam would have rolled his eyes. Instead he groaned when a hot mouth latched onto the weak point behind his ear. He bucked his hips up, finding a semi-erection answering him with another thrust. In the background, Castiel sat off to the side, watching the tender moment between the two hunters. Dean had moved on to small licks and kisses, inquiring softly how the younger hunter was feeling.

“You’re turning into quite the voyeur, Cassie.”

Castiel’s eyes slowly rolled in a circle as a body latched onto his back. He turned his head to regard Gabriel who was playfully smiling back at him. Castiel’s head flopped back and to the side when the archangel’s mouth slid across the sensitive piece of skin on his neck.

“’m fine, Dean,” Sam murmured to his brother.

Dean chuckled as he glanced up at the angels.

“Guess who’s douche of an angel showed up,” Dean whispered.

“I heard that, Dean-o.”

Sam chuckled before his brother’s mouth covered his, a not so foreign tongue slipping into to curl around his own. After giving his brother and lover’s mouth a thorough inspection, Dean pulled out of the kiss. Sam’s groan echoed Castiel. Dean chuckled as he pressed his body down on top of his and whispered in his ear.

“It’s a shame you can’t see right now, Sammy. You should see our angels.” Deep chuckle. “Gabe’s all wrapped around Cas. He’s sucking on that neck like he dropped honey on it and one of his hands is stroking Cas. He’s stroking real slow, up and down. Teasing the tip. Squeezing just right.”

Sam could see it perfectly in his mind. Having been in Castiel’s position numerous times, Sam knew how Gabriel liked to tease his lovers. He would bring them to the edge over and over again until their brains were mush. And then he might have mercy on them. Of course, it didn’t help that Dean had started doing to Sam what Gabriel was doing to Castiel.

“Hmm? What do ya say, Sammy?” A small nip to his neck. “Who do you want tonight, baby boy?”

Although his answer was a muffled mumble, he was still heard by all parties. Dean was gone after a quick kiss, only to be replaced by Castiel who swept him into a kiss of his own. Sam smiled into the kiss. Dean and Gabriel made a game of it, challenging him to match them stroke by stroke of the tongue. Cas was different in which he coaxed Sam into his mouth. The kiss was always slow and wet; invoking more of a reaction out of Sam than anything else.

It took a quick snap for lubrication and Sam threw his head back in a loud groan as Cas sunk down on him. It took only a silent moment for Castiel to adjust before he started moving. This was where Castiel gave both hunters reason to believe he had been taking lessons from Gabriel. He would move slowly up and down, pausing sometimes to adjust himself which seemed like it took forever.

“Fuck, Cas,” Sam gasped as he clutched his waist.

Unknown to Sam, Dean was busy, too. He was sharing a rough kiss with Gabriel while the archangel gave punishing rough thrusts against his prostate. Kneeling facing each other, Dean’s legs were on either side of Gabriel. The archangel’s hands were busy holding the back of his head and his hip while Dean’s nails raked down his back. Gabriel temporarily relinquished the control of the kiss when he released the hunter’s head.

He regained the control when said hand slipped down to stroke Dean’s rock hard cock. It only took a few jerks in the right way and Dean was growling his release into Gabriel’s mouth. Gabriel stabbed Dean’s prostate a few more times before allowing himself to release deep inside the hunter. After they finished, they found Castiel and Sam out cold. The two older brothers shared a look with a small chuckle.

It wasn’t the first time they got so wrapped up in each other while they others finished up ahead of them. Sam was laid out on his back with Castiel snuggled down on top of him. In a rare moment of shared peace, Dean shared a soft kiss with Gabriel before lying back down. He curled up on his brother’s side, but laid his head down on the pillow beside his. Gabriel curled around the hunter and angel on the other side.

Dean smiled when he felt something warm wrap around him. Then he felt an extra weight cover over Castiel, Sam and himself. This was one of the things he liked most about their arrangement. Even on the warm nights that they only shared kisses, the angels liked to stretch out their wings and wrap them around the hunters. On those particular nights, no sheets were needed as Sam and Dean were kept very warm by their winged lovers.

And the brothers wouldn’t have it any other way.
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