Dean in Gryffindor, Lisa and Cas both Hufflepuffle. Lisa is wearing Dean’s cloak and Cas is wearing Dean’s tie. And Dean is just standing there smug as hell because yeah, he’s tappin’ both of them.
And I regret nothing.
from Doll Divine
Muggle Holiday
Adult
Dean/Castiel
Summary: Dean has invited Castiel to come home with him, to the muggle world, for the Christmas holiday.
Warning: teenage sexy times. They’re both sixteen.
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Castiel fidgets as the train comes to a slow stop at the station. A bouncing leg and he chews on his thumbnail. Dean chuckles and gently squeezes his knee. “Calm down, Cas. It’s just for the holiday.”
“Three weeks.”
“Yes.” Dean stands and pops his back, kicks Sam’s foot to wake him. “But you’ll do fine, I promise.” He ruffles Castiel’s hair and starts to pull down their carry-ons.
Castiel peeks out the window at the crowd of parents forming, ready to take home children and teens for Christmas.
Castiel follows Dean and Sam off the train. He’s never spent time around muggles before. They get their bags and cages of owls. Dean and Sam share one named Hoot and Castiel has named his Azule, after the fine sheen of blue in her feathers. They push around until Sam waves at a blond woman wearing a pink coat, a black scarf and minutes. She waves back with a bright smile, Dean’s smile. Castiel recognizes her from the photographs in Dean’s belongings, his mother Mary.
“Come on.” Dean nudges Castiel as they walk across the platform.
Sam is the first to get a hug and a kiss; he towers over his mother like a giant. From what Dean has told him, Sam hit the growth spurt during the last summer break shooting up seven inches. Dean stands over her as well, engulfs her in a tight hug.
When they pull away she stares right at Castiel and he feels his stomach dipping.
She hugs him too. “You must be Castiel,” she says. She’s warm and smells like lilacs.
“Yes,” Castiel stutters.
“So glad to finally meet you, Dean talks about you all the time.”
“Mom.” Dean groans and rolls his eyes.
“Oh.” She waves her hands in front of her face and pats him on the cheek. “Let’s load up the car, shall we?”
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something about him
Dean/Castiel Harry Potter ‘verse AU.
summary: One a cool autumn evening, Dean and Castiel have a short conversation.
The sun is setting, and it’s getting cold out, but Castiel sits on the bleachers of the Quidditch field, reading. A muggle book called Slaughterhouse Five, that Dean had lent him. He’s enjoying it well enough, but he tries to keep it hidden from the staff and students. Not too many muggle items made it into Hogwarts. And he likes the Quidditch field. It’s quiet, he can see the sunset in the distance. But the temperature drop is staring to become bothersome. He wraps his scarf tighter around his neck, tightens his cloak.
There are footsteps approaching and Castiel assumes it’s someone coming to gather him. That dinner is ready, or he’s been out far too late. More than once Head Girl Anna had to fetch him. Of course she got a bit of joy of the situation, getting to boss her little brother around and it was okay because it was part of the rules.
So Castiel freezes up, ready to put up a verbal fight to Anna. Then the thought that it could be Lucifer coming to accost him; demand his galleons, rip the muggle book from his hands. It’s happened before.
“With all that reading, you’d think you would be in Ravenclaw.” Dean walks down the row until he comes to stand in front of Castiel, in the way of the field, the setting sun. “Like Sammy.”
Castiel grins and tries not to look up, but can’t help it because Dean Winchester is impossible NOT to stare at. Those big green eyes, with long eye-lashes. Freckles over his nose and cheeks, always wet, pink lips. It sends a chill down Castiel’s spine, makes him curl his toes in his shoes.
Dean taps the book with his wand, pulling Castiel’s attention. He’s dressed in Quidditch gear, cheeks flushed. Practice ended an hour ago, just as Castiel had come out. “Enjoying the book?”
“Yes.” Castiel closes the book, using a ripped piece of parchment as a mark. “I enjoy this writing.”
Dean beams. “Good. I’ll get some more after the holiday.”
“I would like that.”
They stare for a moment and Castiel thinks he’s going to explode from nerves. So he looks away, to the field, down to his shoes. When Dean sits down, Castiel thinks he WILL explode. He feels the warmth rolling off Dean, can smell a mix of sweat and muggle cologne.
“So,” Dean starts. He bumps his knee into Castiel’s. “You going with anyone to the ball?”
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Wonderful drawing belongs to the ever wonderful: LaLaLettie. I had to write a fic based on this.
Laundry Day
Adult
warning: (i guess) teenage sexy-times.
Castiel isn’t sure how they got to this stage, exactly. Dean wanted to come up to the room to study, which should have been Cas’ first clue that Dean was up to something, because Dean never studies. He does his best to copy over Cas’ shoulder during class, or gets Joanna to pass him notes and spells.
Now how Dean got Castiel out of his pants, he’s still unsure. Normally the best defense against Dean’s antics, is to ignore him. So even though he is pant-less, Castiel leans on a mountain of pillows on his bed, reading. But Dean crawls onto the mattress, wedging himself between Cas’ leg. His body trembles and he tries to cover it; goosebumps appear all over his skin. He feels his cheeks redden and his throat has gone dry. Cas hangs one leg over Dean’s shoulder to steady himself.
“Panties, Cas?” Dean asks with a smirk.
“They are briefs,” Cas corrects, turning the page to the book he’s not really reading, not anymore. Not with Deans fingers running over his hips, his thighs.
Dean shrugs. “Still. I think these are mine,” he says with a killer smirk.
Cas runs defense spells in his head, what can he say to get Dean off him. He shrugs. “It’s laundry day.”
“Uh huh.” Dean moves further up the bed, his fingers looped into the material of the Gryffindor briefs. He kisses along Cas’ stomach, nips at his pale flesh. And Cas squirms and moans a bit. He drops the book on his chest and pulls Dean tighter with his leg.
“What if someone comes in?” Cas asks, glancing at the door.
Dean wiggles his wand from his pocket and gestures at the door, uttering a quick locking spell, then faces Castiel again. “I can make it quick, you know I can.”
It’s different though; when someone could walk in at any second, it wouldn’t take long for them to get the door open.
Cas sighs in defeat and arches his hips, nodding to Dean to continue.
Dean pulls down the briefs just far enough that he can get Cas’ cock out, aching hard all ready, pre-come beading at the head. Dean gives him a firm squeeze, down the shaft to he base. “Fuck,” Cas says.
“That’s muggle talk.” Dean winks and bends, wrapping his lips around the tip of Cas’ cock, swirling that tongue, once, twice, before taking the whole length down his throat. A quick hand and a wicked tongue and it’s not long before Cas is close. So fucking close.
He pulls Dean’s hair, his pants out in little puffs and he’s sure he’s going to die from lack of oxygen when he starts to come. He stutters Dean’s name as white bursts behind his eyes, his skin is on fire and his heart racks so hard in his chest. Dean swallows every last drop, keeps loosely jacking until Castiel is finished, when he’s lolling in a peaceful cloud of afterglow.
Dean tucks Cas back in his briefs and sits up, sitting cross-legged on the bed. That damn cocky grin, that satisfied smirk. His cheeks are red too, his lips are wet and shining. “I like laundry day,” Dean chuckles. “I think they make you look sexy.”
Castiel blushes wildly and stumbles for his book. Dean calms him with a kiss on the mouth, his fingers carded through his black hair. “Okay, now I’m ready to study, professor.” He winks.
And Castiel decides to give up on ignoring Dean Winchester.