Title: Old Angels, New Tricks

Author: Wincesteriffic Kaz

Info: Sam convinces Dean they can do what the hooker could not and pop that angelic cherry. Post 5x05 "Fallen Idols" Dean/Sam/Cas

Author's Note: I wasn't planning on coming back to this one but I suddenly felt the need to give Cas a little love and well, here we are with the cheerful PWP again. LOL Hope you enjoy it!

Graphic depictions within.

Disclaimer: I don't own 'em but if I did…they'd never get dressed. Heh heh heh

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Beta'd by the always awesome JaniceC678 who betas all my work. 3

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Sam looked over to Castiel and smiled fondly as the angel sat with his index fingers trapped in either end of a Chinese finger puzzle. "Cas?"

"Dean says this will help me understand being human," Castiel said distractedly. He tugged at his fingers and frowned when they refused to come free. "I fail to see how this simplistic puzzle will teach me anything but frustration." He paused for a moment. "I could, of course, simply rip it apart, but I do not believe this is meant to be a test of strength."

Sam chuckled and reached over. "It's a sort of logic game. Hold on." He slid his hands over the angel's and clasped them gently. "You have to push both fingers in at the same time and then pull out like this while you hold one side."

Castiel watched while Sam maneuvered his hands, enjoying the feel of the younger Winchester's warm skin against his own and gave a small smile when his left finger was freed from the paper tube. "This was your brother playing a joke on me, wasn't it?"

Sam laughed and nodded as he pocketed the finger puzzle. "Yeah. Sounds like him." He smiled and watched while Castiel rubbed his fingers. "Are you actually enjoying this stakeout? Don't you have… angel things to do?"

"I find I… prefer your company." Castiel looked over at Sam and felt another small smile tug at his mouth. He turned his gaze out to the small, defunct amusement park they were sitting outside of, noting the vine-covered ribs of the roller coaster and the light mist that drifted between the little huts of the fairway. "What are you hunting?"

"Black dog." Sam held up his gun loaded with consecrated iron rounds and nodded. "Dean's at the other end."

"I know. I can sense him." Castiel stood a little straighter knowing danger was imminent.

"It should come through here sometime tonight." Sam's eyes scanned the moonlit park and he listened for sounds that didn't belong. "We tracked it here two nights in a row, and Dean's got a thing about killing them. It makes him smile," Sam said with a small laugh. "Next best thing to killing a hellhound I think."

Castiel nodded. He could understand that as the demonic creatures had once torn him apart in front of his brother. He knew the elder Winchester harbored a special hate for hellhounds. "You aren't concerned at being alone?"

Sam snorted and poked an elbow softly into the angel's side. "I'm not alone. Dean called you, didn't he? And then after he got your fingers stuck in the Chinese puzzle he said, 'Hey, why don't you go check on Sammy while you're at it?'"

Castiel quirked a brow at him and nodded. "That is almost exactly what happened, though he ended the short conversation with a pleasant squeeze on my backside. I believe he was flirting."

Sam laughed and rubbed a hand over his face. "One track mind." It had been four days since they had… educated their angel and, like his brother, Sam found himself missing Castiel's presence and touch. He wanted more. "Cas?"

"Yes, Sam."

"Did you like it?" Sam asked and then blushed furiously as he looked away and out into the park again. "I mean, what we did… what we… with you. Was it… good?" Sam tensed as Castiel moved slowly behind him and then relaxed when he felt the angel's arms slide around his waist. "Cas?"

Castiel put his face in Sam's neck and breathed deeply. "It was a transcendent experience, Sam, and I find…" He opened his mouth and placed a soft kiss at the bend of Sam's neck above the collar of his jacket. "I find I do not like that my marks have faded from your skin," Castiel whispered and felt Sam shiver in reaction as he lightly grazed his teeth along his throat. "I wish to make more of them. I wish to feel what you felt."

"Oh, fuck," Sam's voice shuddered out and he resisted the urge to close his eyes and give in. It was too dangerous with a black dog looming somewhere close by, but it was difficult. "You're… you… you're really picking this up fast. Holy crap."

Castiel looked up suddenly and a dangerous expression crossed his face. He took Sam's hips and pulled the man back a step into the shadow of the building beside them. "It comes," he whispered.

Sam nodded and brought his gun up. He watched the shadows on the fairway and saw the moment the creature stepped out into the moonlight. It was a massive black dog that padded along the broken concrete soundlessly. It seemed to fade softly at the edges, as though it were only half there, and it raised its head to sniff the night air as if sensing danger. He took aim at its deep chest, fired, and heard an echoing shot from Dean at the same moment. The dog jerked and went to its knees with a howl of anger and pain. Sam strode out of his cover and fired again as the dog went over to its side and went still. "Dean?"

"Right here, Sammy," Dean called as he emerged from his cover and walked down the empty fairway to meet him. He grinned and looked down at the seemingly dead creature. "I love my job sometimes."

Sam smirked and kicked the toe of his boot into the creature's ribs. "It's not dissolving."

"It's playing possum." Dean chuckled and moved slightly. He aimed at the beast's heart and fired a last round. The black dog gave a last, long cry and began to dissolve into the ground beneath it. "Gotcha." He tucked his gun away and looked up at Castiel with a knowing smirk. "So, what were you two kids up to?"

Sam shook his head fondly and went to his brother. He slid in along Dean's side and rested a hand meaningfully low on his brother's stomach. "Cas says he wants to know what I felt." He smiled at Dean's low growl of interest as his eyes fixed on the angel. "He wants to mark me up again."

"Oh, tell me you got free time tonight," Dean said with a hopeful smile and reached out to catch Castiel's hand in his. "Baby's just around the corner. I can have us back at the motel in ten minutes."

"I am all yours," Castiel said quietly and meant more than simply his time as he spoke the words. It was clear from the looks on the faces of both men that they understood.

"Oh, I got plans for you." Dean grinned and tugged Castiel and his brother into a walk. "Let's move."

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Dean pushed open the motel room door, turned and caught Castiel's shoulders to pull him along as he backed inside. He smiled. "Glad you came back to us." Dean shoved the tan raincoat off the angel's shoulders and took hold of his tie, using it to pull him further into the room. "Tell me what you want, Cas."

Castiel tilted his head back as Dean moved in and sighed as the elder Winchester's lips brushed across his and then along his jaw. "I want… I want to feel you." He lost his voice for a moment when he felt Sam behind him, felt those large hands slipping around his waist to the buckle of his belt. "To feel you within me as Sam did… the way he felt us both."

Dean ducked his head into Castiel's shoulder and shook once, hard with the sudden swell of need. He chuckled a little breathlessly and looked up to see the same look on his brother's face. "He keeps sayin' shit like that we're both gonna come before we get to the good part."

Sam pulled Castiel's belt open and nimbly started opening the buttons of his shirt as he pressed into the angel's back. He caught Castiel's ear in his teeth and bit gently, earning a moan before he let go and looked at Dean. "You know I won't come until you tell me too."

"And neither will you," Dean whispered into Castiel's mouth and then kissed him deeply as he stripped his own jacket off.

Castiel moaned again and slid his hands along Dean's back as his shirts vanished. He chased the hunter's mouth with his own and kissed away the grin. "Show me again. Show me more." He dropped to his knees in front of Dean impulsively and tore open his jeans.

"Cas…"

"Let me?" Castiel pulled Dean's heavy cock from the confines of his clothes and eagerly took the head into his mouth. The bittersweet flavor made him moan, and the full-body shudder that ran through Dean made him tighten his fingers into his thighs.

"Oh, holy fuck, Cas!" Dean hunched forward over the angel's head as the breath punched out of him. He watched his cock slide into the wet, warm cavern of Castiel's mouth with such delicious suction. He looked up at his brother when Sam's hands curved around his jaw to lift his head and grinned a little breathlessly. "Now I know why you… fuck… made so much noise before. Oh, God!"

Castiel swallowed Dean down as deeply as he could, letting his jaw stretch wide to accommodate the hunter's length. He ignored the ache in his jaw, determined to take it all and swallowed hard around the head of Dean's cock with a sense of accomplishment.

"Fuck!" Dean shouted and would have bent double with the pleasure if not for Sam's hands holding his head, holding him up.

"He's really fuckin' good at that, isn't he?" Sam asked in a low voice and then crushed his mouth to his brother's. Watching Castiel swallow his brother down was making Sam's blood roar with need. He poured it all into the kiss, licking into Dean's mouth and tasting all of him that he could.

Dean moaned around Sam's tongue, gasped with Castiel's tongue curling around his cock and finally rocked his head back with another shout. "Fuck!" He gripped tight hold of the angel's hair and pulled Castiel's head away from him with a breathless laugh. "You're gonna make me come, dammit!"

Castiel gave a rare smile as he licked his lips, enjoying the way Dean's eyes darkened while he watched. "I would rather you… come inside me elsewhere."

"Fuck me." Dean took hold of his own cock and squeezed hard, preventing the orgasm that Castiel's words had nearly provoked. "Sammy? Bed."

"Oh, hell yes." Sam grinned, backed away and stripped out of his clothes while Dean finished baring the pale canvas of Castiel's skin, peeling the angel's white shirt from his arms and shoving his pants and underwear down. As before, Sam couldn't help admiring the beauty that was the angel and his vessel. He climbed onto the bed and held a hand out. "Cas? Come're."

"Go on." Dean turned the now naked angel and gave him a gentle nudge onto the bed so Castiel crawled over his brother. "Gonna teach you how to get Sammy ready for you."

"Oh, God," Sam groaned and lay back, pulling Castiel down on top of him. He smiled as the angel cautiously settled atop him. He spread his legs to make room and savored the feeling of their hard cocks pressing together. "You feel good, Cas."

"As do you, Sam." Castiel dropped his head to take the kiss Sam was offering. He put both hands into the younger Winchester's hair and tugged, remembering how Sam seemed to enjoy it and was so responsive to it the last time. He smiled as Sam moaned into his mouth in appreciation. He trailed kisses down Sam's jaw to the bend of his neck and did what he had wanted to do in the amusement park. Castiel closed his mouth around Sam's tender skin and bit, sucking to pull the blood to the surface, and reveled in the thrust of Sam's hips against his own and the needy whine in his ear.

"Fuck." Dean groaned and watched his angel making out with his brother, their beautiful, perfect bodies moving together. It was a heady sight that made him so hard it hurt. He swallowed the urge to just take however and knelt at the end of the bed between Castiel's legs. He bent over and placed a kiss at the back of the angel's neck and then began trailing them down his spine. "Come're." He pulled lightly on Castiel's hips.

Castiel moaned in protest at leaving Sam's mouth and his beautiful throat behind, but he went with Dean's urging. He slowly inched down Sam's body and left a trail of kisses and bites as he went until the younger man was shivering under his touch. "You are beautiful, Sam," he said reverently as he settled between Sam's legs. He turned to look over his shoulder when he felt Dean's hands smooth over the globes of his ass and smiled.

"You're gonna like this, Cas." Dean spread the angel's legs wider and leaned in to bite gently at one cheek, earning a shiver from the man.

Castiel looked down at Sam's cock before his face and nodded. He leaned in and licked along Sam eagerly. "I already do."

"Holy shit," Sam groaned and arched his back into the sensation. "Oh, fuck, Cas. Yeah. More."

Dean picked up the lube he'd tossed to the bed from his jeans and reached up for Castiel's hand. "Cas, you're gonna do what I do." He held the angel's hand and indulged himself for a moment, sucking several of the long, elegant fingers into his mouth and licking around them.

Castiel lost himself for a moment in the feel of Dean's tongue curling around his fingers. It was sinful and divine and he closed his eyes at the sensation with a soft moan. "Dean."

"Mmm." Dean suckled at the angel's fingers for another minute and slowly let them slide from his mouth. He spread some lube on Castiel's fingers and smiled as he coated his own. "Want you to do to Sam what you feel me do, Cas."

"I don't… oh." Castiel's breath punched out of him when he felt Dean's slick fingers rubbing around his entrance. He ducked his head into the hollow of Sam's hip and breathed through the feeling as it sent waves of pleasure through him.

Sam leaned up enough to brush his fingers through the angel's hair and smiled. "Does it feel good, Cas?"

Castiel nodded, overwhelmed as he felt one of Dean's fingers ease gently inside of him and out again. He pushed his hips back in search of more and felt Dean's chuckle against his skin. "Don't stop." He lifted his head, shivering under Dean's attentions and brought his lube-slicked fingers to Sam. He brushed them down the length of the younger Winchester's cock, over his balls and then further back. "Is this right?"

Sam's head fell back to the bed with the first tentative touch of Castiel's fingers at his entrance. "Oh, God. Yes." He spread his legs wider to make more room and groaned. "Just like that."

Dean watched his brother collapse back to the bed and pushed his fingers inside Castiel, aiming for his sweet spot. Castiel gave a muffled shout and then twisted to turn wide eyes to him. "You like that?" Dean did it again and Castiel's eyes fluttered closed on a loud moan as his hips jerked back toward Dean.

"More." Castiel opened his eyes again and met Dean's deep, green gaze. "I want more of that." He turned to Sam and tried to mimic the gesture he felt Dean performing inside himself. He slid a finger inside the youngest Winchester, feeling the shift of muscle around the digit and knew he'd aimed true when Sam's back arched and a gasped moan burst from his mouth.

"Oh, my God," Sam whined as Castiel's finger unerringly found his sweet spot and pressed on it. Waves of pleasure washed through him, and he could tell from the shuddering movements of the angel between his legs that Dean was doing the same to him. It was erotic and a little mind-blowing and Sam's breath punched out of him with the feel of Castiel's mouth on his cock.

Dean was in heaven, he decided. If there was a heaven, this was it. He scissored his fingers inside Castiel and looked up to watch Sam's lithe body undulating with pleasure on the bed. He pressed his free hand to his aching cock to relieve the need to come. It was becoming more difficult by the minute as Castiel's muscles fluttered around his fingers, pulling them back in like he was hungry for it. "God, Cas. Gonna make you feel so good."

Castiel stilled his fingers inside of Sam and held the younger man's rolling hips still with an iron grip, feeling how much Sam loved the display of angelic strength. "I'm ready, Dean. I want to feel you, please!" He pushed back onto Dean's fingers and moaned as they pressed once more into what he knew clinically was his prostate but physically felt like a direct line to his cock. It made him want to beg. "Dean, please!"

"Fuck, yes," Dean groaned and stood. He ran his still slick fingers over his cock and lined himself up, taking firm hold of the angel's hips. "You tell me if you need me to stop, Cas." He placed the head of his cock at the angel's entrance and pushed. He moaned aloud as the tight pressure engulfed him and bent low over Castiel's back.

"Oh!" Castiel startled in surprise with the sensation of being penetrated and felt Sam's hands slide into his hair.

"Just breathe, Cas," Sam said softly. He tilted the angel's face up so he could see him and smiled. "Breathe out and relax and it'll be so good. I promise."

Castiel focused on Sam's eyes and the feeling of Dean pushing inside of him deeper and deeper. The pleasure was like nothing he had felt before, and the little bites of pain only seemed to make it even more pleasurable. He heard a low whine filling the room and, with surprise, realized it was coming from his own mouth. "Dean!"

"Right here." Dean said into Castiel's ear and wrapped his arms around the angel's waist. "We've got you." He buried his face in Castiel's shoulder and bit along his throat. "Feel so good, Cas. Fuck, you feel so damn good." It was overwhelming to finally, at last, be inside his angel and Dean growled. His angel… his and Sam's. He wanted to lay claim to Castiel in the way he had claimed his brother years before, make sure that no one ever touched them again.

"Yours, Dean," Castiel gasped as Dean's cock suddenly hit that spot inside him and he heard the other man's thoughts. "I… I was always yours." He whined in soft protest as Dean pulled almost completely out of him and then shouted when the elder Winchester filled him again.

Sam watched Castiel's face in awe as the pleasure moved over it. He pushed the angel's shoulder when Dean pulled and together they got Castiel kneeling on the bed with Dean thrusting slowly and deeply into him from behind. "Cas?" Sam knelt up in front of him and brushed his thumbs over his cheekbones as Cas' eyes fluttered open.

"Sam," Castiel breathed. He leaned forward and braced his forehead on Sam's. "Feels so… so good… so right." He tilted his head back then and moaned loudly when Dean's hand turned his head and his mouth covered his in a blistering kiss.

Dean pulled Cas' bottom lip between his teeth and loved the noises Cas was making for him. He let go and looked at his brother. "You ready for him, Sammy?"

"So damn ready." Sam groaned happily. He leaned down and caught one of Castiel's nipples in his mouth. He sucked on it and grazed his teeth over it so the angel cried out and long fingers dug into his hair, pulling and tugging. He loved the little bites of pain and leaned his head back to see the desperate look on the angel's face. Sam smiled as he gently untangled Cas' fingers from his hair and turned around on his hands and knees. "Come on, Cas. Need you now."

"That's it, Cas." Dean reached down and took hold of the angel's straining cock, rubbing his lubed fingers softly along its length. He placed the head at Sam's entrance as his brother rocked his hips back and drove his own forward. Castiel cried out, muscles clenching around Dean and thrust his own hips forward as he slid into Sam's waiting hole.

Sam dropped his head to the bed on a yell as the angel's cock thrust into him and pressed into his prostate. "Cas! Oh, fuck!"

Castiel threw his head back onto Dean's shoulder and lost himself in the sensations. It seemed too much and not enough; Dean thrusting into him again and again from behind, his own cock now sliding in and out of Sam in front of him, the skin all around him and Dean's warm, frenzied breaths in his ear. The pleasure was all-consuming. "Too much!" he cried out.

"Too much what?" Dean bit at the angel's neck and cupped his jaw in his hand as he strengthened his thrusts, sending Castiel that much harder into his brother and Sam was clearly loving it if the sounds were anything to go by.

"Pleasure!" Castiel said desperately. He tightened the fingers of one hand around Sam's hip and curled the other around Dean's forearm across his chest, barely remembering to rein in the strength that could crush their bones if he wanted to. "Can't!"

"Yes, you can." Dean licked the spot he'd been sucking and pulled Castiel's mouth back to his again. "You can. It's ok. We got you." He leaned back slightly and slowly bent Castiel over his brother's back. "Make him feel it, Cas. Come on. Ride us."

Castiel curled over Sam. He took a mouthful of Sam's flesh at his neck into his mouth, dug his fingers in a bruising hold into his hips and pulled Sam forcefully back onto his cock. The younger Winchester gave a broken shout of pleasure that sounded more like a sob, and Castiel echoed it into his skin as Dean's cock shoved him back into Sam again and again.

Sam's words were unintelligible as Castiel fucked him with the power of Dean's thrusts behind him, with the angel's teeth and tongue biting at his throat. He felt his orgasm beginning and tried to fight it, to hold on but it was too much. He howled out his pleasure as he came without a touch to his cock, striping the bed below him and making him dizzy with the force of it.

Castiel's mind screeched to a stop as Sam's muscles began a frantic spasming dance around his cock, squeezing him and milking even more pleasure from him. He pressed his hands into Sam's hips as Dean slammed into him from behind and then he felt the elder Winchester tremble over him and felt liquid warmth filling him up. "Dean!" Castiel screamed the hunter's name and came.

"God. Fuck!" Dean shouted and held on to the bucking angel in his arms. His release moved through him like electricity, wringing a shudder from him and left him weak. He eased himself out of Cas and dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, spent. "Holy… crap."

Sam came back to himself slowly and felt a heavy weight on his back. He smiled dreamily and didn't mind the extra weight at all. He stretched, careful not to dislodge the angel sprawled over him and gave a soft, breathless laugh with the realization that they had succeeded in knocking him out, or close enough not to matter.

"We're good," Dean said with a tired laugh and crawled carefully up onto the bed. He stretched out beside his brother and his angel and grinned. He brushed his fingers along Castiel's arm and met Sam's sated eyes. "Knocked him out. Think we get extra points for that." He looked down Sam's body and smiled, seeing Castiel's left hand still curved around his brother's hip. Dean brushed his fingers through the angel's black hair and turned his face. "Cas?"

Sam felt Castiel stir on his back and held still so he wouldn't roll off. "Come back to us, Cas."

"Mmm… I did not leave, did I?" Castiel muttered blearily and opened his eyes. He smiled softly to match the expression in Dean's green eyes when he found them.

Sam chuckled and brought a hand back over his shoulder to run his fingers into Castiel's sweaty hair. "You ok?"

Castiel nodded and slowly eased off of Sam to the bed between the brothers. He sighed when they both slid an arm and a leg over him as if to keep him warm. "I believe that my growing humanity is not so frightening as it once was." He gave a small smile for Dean's knowing laugh. "There are… benefits."

"Mmm, yes there are." Sam ran a hand over the mark he could feel on his neck, enjoying on some level the sign of Castiel's need to mark him. He looked down at his left hip, feeling an unusual warmth and his eyes widened in surprise. "Cas?"

"Holy crap!" Dean leaned up and brushed his fingers over the handprint on Sam's hip. It matched the one on his own shoulder and he stared wonderingly at it.

"You are mine," Castiel told Dean softly, and he laid his hand over the mark he had left on the elder Winchester while raising him from hell. "And now Sam is mine as well." He paused with a small frown. "Ours."

"Damn right 'ours'." Dean grinned and leaned in to kiss the angel deeply. He leaned back once he'd earned a soft moan. "You're ours too, you know."

"All ours," Sam agreed and pressed up against Castiel's back warmly.

Castiel nodded and made himself comfortable between them with their warm arms around him and Sam's breath on the back of his neck. "Will you show me something else later?"

"What?" Dean rested his forehead against Castiel's and ran his fingers up and down his brother's arm.

"Show me what a… sixty-nine is?" Castiel raised his head when both men groaned, began laughing and wrapped themselves tighter around him. "Why is an arbitrary number so funny?"

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