Adult-FanFiction.org : Television / Streaming

The Winchester Gospel	By : Alleya Category: Supernatural > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2721 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: All recognizable Supernatural characters, music, settings, etc. are the property of the respective owners of Supernatural. I do not own this Supernatural fandom. This is fictional. No money is being made from this. No copyright infringem

Chapter List
- 1-Winchester Gospels
- 1
Salvation was near. Repentance would follow. Dean had felt God’s hand. Dean had seen Lucifer’s smile. Yet they were both gone and far away. Dean had spoken with Death when Death had sung his mighty hymn for all. O’ death, o’ death. O’ death, won’t you spare me over another year?

Another year to love, another year to live, Dean prayed for another day to see the light that shined in the eyes of the only ones he had left to love in this world. Dean prayed for Death’s mercy before he crossed the thresholds of damnation. Dean never hid his lack in faith but here he knelt, naked beneath an untied, black robe, before a bed of white sheets and red petals, he clutched the rosary between his fingers and knew he would be swallowed back into the pits or isolated in heaven’s mists. Either way, his memories would be Dean’s only company when dawn broke in the morning.

Well, what is this that I can’t see with ice cold hands taking hold of me? And hands that lay on his shoulder were indeed cold against his hot skin. The sin to his right and a sinner to his left and God forgive him because Dean loved them both. In the morning death may come for them all, maybe not with a scythe, maybe not with a blade, but he would them all and with a sweeping glance, Death would bring him to his knees. So Dean stood. He rose from the marble floor, surrounded by walls erected by men, shrouded by the green that grew wild beyond the outside frame and Dean stood tall. He stood tall, turned and faced what were his. They were clad as he was. Their open, untied robes pooled at their feet, and they were proud; the sin to his left and a sinner to his right, with his fallen angel in black and his brother, the vessel, in white. Very proud and very free.

“Dean...” Castiel called out as only he could.

Dean sealed the dark haired angel worries with a kiss, fisting of locks of his hair and their lips sealed together, and neither rough nor gentle but with need and desire. Dean’s fingers coiled around Sam’s waist, and felt Sam’s lips against the crook of his neck, thirsting for Dean’s flesh as his finger curled upon Dean’s shoulder blade with a protective grip. Castiel’s fingers too lay upon the other shoulder, and his touch was that of possession. Together, both the vessel and the fallen, stripped Dean of the cloth and the three stood erect, vivacious and beaming in carnal splendor.

Then the sinner replaced sin’s lips with his own mouth and Sam deepen the kiss between him and Dean with both longing and affection. Castiel stepped away only to enclose Dean from behind, and his lips whispering devoted prayers traveled down, kissing each jagged path that made Dean’s spinal cord until the invisible path lead him to the passage of decadence. With Dean’s hands thrown over Sam’s shoulder, his head tossed back with delight, Castiel parted and tasted the essence that resided inside Dean, and with Castiel’s tongue pushed further to taste of its juice. Dean reached out for Castiel as he reached out for Sam, when his brother crouched down and parted his lips to shield Dean’s weeping flesh. Their hands held Dean trembling legs as steel, partaking of Dean’s flesh whileDean’s palms imprinted onto their skin, embedding his mark to the core of their bones. When God is gone and the devil takes hold who will have mercy on your soul?

O’ death. O’ death. Dean prayed silently and felt the softness of the sheets beneath his body with each man creeping to his side. Sam and Castiel came upon him and in each palm laid two metal blades with the golden handle of God and the silver handle of Lucifer. With Lucifer’s Claw, Sam made the first cut with its long talon and it raked a fine line across Dean’s heart. In that parting, came blood colored rubies running freely down Dean’s chest. Dean moaned once from the pain and once more when Sam pressed his mouth and drank.

O’death. O’death. God’s Thunder struck Dean, marking him with a longer stroke, completing the cross wielded from the angel’s hand. And so too did the fallen drink from Dean, drinking from the river Castiel had carved from Dean’s skin. With each kiss, Dean tasted the copper flavored wine that stained their lips and Dean pressed his lips deeper until he too could stain his own mouth as they had.

“No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold...” the fallen had crooned breaking the kiss.
The vessel had followed soon after. “Nothing satisfies me but your soul.”

O’ death. And what a sweet death it was. God’s Thunder and Lucifer’s Claw marked Dean between his thighs, down his back, Dean bared the crosses and X’s on his already marred skin, staining their lips with even more sacrificial wine from Dean’s willing body and soul. And the angel stood on his knees and with God’s Thunder, marred Sam wrist.

“Blood of my blood,” Sam’s whispered hauntingly.

He cupped Dean’s head as Dean tasted the offering, lacing his fingers where he could. Then Dean turned, watching Lucifer’s Talon’s pierced the angel’s virgin skin, a small nick on the head of a crown.

“Flesh of my flesh,” Castiel offered.

Dean lowered his head and swallowed Castiel’s flesh whole, and the sinner ravished sin’s mouth, with Castiel’s mouth descending and partaking of Sam’s flesh as Sam’s lips descended once more onto Dean. The three of them tasted the fruit of heaven on earth and its seeds took root inside them. Well, I am death, none can excel. I'll open the door to heaven or hell.

It was then that they laid Dean across his back, heaven behind and hell above. With their power, the ripples of perdition awaited and echoed through Dean as he mounted their unearthly spears of light and darkness. He was their vessel and they rocked, and waned and the ground trembled beneath their feet. Dean, laying slack against their rutting bodies that pierced and drove marked him inside as the spoils of war, cried out. But not to God. They rutted and crooned and sang of glory while heaven and hell changed places many times over. Dean’s earthly body their eternal battlefield. When the dust had settled, the Dean rose from the sheets. As Sam and Castiel’s bodies laid out before him, willing on their stomachs, Dean marred them with God and Lucifer’s will with his own hands and took from their flesh his spoils. Heaven, Earth and Hell changed places many times over beyond the passing witching hours that sat on time’s heels. And when Dean, Sam and Castiel had had their fill, a lover’s kiss was shared, and sleep had claimed Dean’s lovers. Watching the morning crept through the boarded windows, he felt the grains of sand in his hourglass of life almost at their end. Dean then closed his eyes and prayed for one more day before sleep claimed him for the little hours it did have him. One thought answered his prayers and a hot tear slid down his cheek.

O’death, o’ death; my name is Death and the end is here.
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Winchester Gospel