tiptoe39 | turn that frown upside down

I have an unhealthy love for Ava. She's such a freak. Thank you! 8D

Fan. Tas. Tic.

LOL! Awesome!

There are very very very few things that Lucifer, Michael, Zachariah, Raphael and Uriel have in common.

Actually, strike very, very few. There's one.

It's Dean Winchester.

Specifically, it's how much they hate that son of a bitch.

If it weren't for him, they'd all have gone about their destinies as planned. There would have been war, and death, and all those fantastically awful things that they'd been promised. And for someone it would have been paradise on earth. Maybe their side, maybe the other guy, who knew? But it would have been someone.

But now they're half dead, vengeful spirits of themselves, so to speak, but with insane amounts of power. And they come together now to speak with one voice, to speak one phrase:

Fuck Dean Winchester.

No, seriously, fuck him.

Which is why Uriel is slamming himself into that tight ass while Raphael is cheering him on, jacking off as he watches, and why Dean is currently choking on Zachariah's dick (yeah, how's that for an image for you) while Lucifer turns the screws on a really quite clever torture device somewhat similar to the one from The Princess Bride, but with suction cups in more interesting places.

Michael is serving drinks. He's too good for that nonsense. Being in Dean's body was supposed to go one way, and he'd rather not sully it with doing it another way. Besides. Adam's body. Incest and all that motherfucking shit.

Lucifer's machine dings; Dean's had another orgasm, the poor guy. Michael looks on with vague scientific interest as the machine drains his come and proceeds to torture his well-spent cock. At this point he's moaning like a whore, growling with something beyond hate or pain or pleasure or want, and when Zachariah's hips stutter and he comes, pulling out to paint Dean's face with it, Dean takes advantage of the momentary freedom to glare at Raphael. "You're next. Fill me up, you rat bastard. Unless you ain't big enough"

"Oh, no, he di-in't!" Zachariah singsongs. Uriel gives a laugh that becomes a groan as he hurtles toward his own climax. Dean takes it all as a challenge, shoving his hips backward to increase the depth of the penetration. Uriel gives a surprised gasp, and there's something of a vindictive smile on Dean's face.

Before his hair is grabbed and a cock is shoved in his mouth and then he's slurping away again like a professional.

Fuck Dean Winchester.

It's the best idea they've ever had.

Danny didn't think he'd ever see a day too hot for Steve, not for this Navy SEAL George of the Jungle type who would sooner chew out his own liver than ever back down from a challenge. But it's an unusually muggy day, something to do with the mountains and moisture and fog, and everyone in Hawaii who thrives on dry heat is suddenly overtaken by the evil life-sucking demon that is humidity.

Danny, having grown up and lived in New Jersey, is fine with it.

"Steve," he says, flopping down on the bed between Steve's legs (not in a lewd way, or at least not yet - Steve's quite literally airing out his bits.)

"Nmmnm." There's a pillow over Steve's head, how that keeps him cool Danny has no idea but logic has never worked with this man.

"Steven. You're killing me here. Get up, you're going to grow mold."

"Sh'dup," Steve says.

"That's original. And creative, and quite eloquent, too. What is wrong with you? So it's muggy. You could do a hundred-meter freestyle in a hot spring if you wanted."

Steve's body twitches on the bed, but he doesn't say a thing.

"That's it." Danny heaves a sigh. "You want me to make matters worse? Because I can make matters worse if you don't get up."

Nothing.

"You asked for it." And now Danny does worm himself up into the notch of Steve's legs, blowing cool air over the aforementioned bits.

"Nng, that's nice, do that again," Steve says. First coherent sentence out of him in a while.

"Are you for serious? Yeah, OK." Danny blows a line of air down his thigh. Steve's knee turns outward to try and get some air in the sweaty fold beneath it.

"Do I look like your personal air conditioning? For Pete's sake." Danny licks up that line of sweat instead, and Steve shivers all over. "Oh, shivers are good. Shivers are progress." He kisses the inside of Steve's thigh.

Steve's hands come down and grip his hair, pulling him closer, trying to tug him upward.

"Steve. You do realize this is heading in a direction that's just going to make you more hot and sweaty."

The only response is a harder tug. "Geez. Yowch. OK." Danny sighs. "No complaining later, babe."

There are no complaints later, but mostly that's just because they're both unable to move.

\o/

Ohhhhhh! That was just adorable in everyway! Such a nice thing to see in my inbox when I got home :D

Dean and Cas! Something happy and sweet and romantic!

i can't begin to tell you how much this makes me giggle. i'm SO GLAD. Really. <3 <3 <3 <3 It makes me cry with happiness to know that I made you happy in the midst of your pms. <3 <3 hang in there darling.

Sam has the feeling he's being watched for a long time after he packs up on the Wednesday after six months that didn't happen. He has it all the time, but at night it's particularly bad, a prickling on the back of his neck, the sound of a chuckle with no mirth in it just barely audible in the back of a loud room. He turns around and sees no one, all the time.

He should avoid it, should run from it, and most of the time he does, skulking around back roads and taking sudden turns. It doesn't help, he can't get away from it, but he tries. During the day.

At night he just wants to face it head-on.

He goes out into the parking lot one night, when Dean's in a drunken stupor that can't be disturbed, and faces his palms up to the sky. "What?" he says. "What do you want?"

Nothing. Perhaps a faint echo of laughter.

"Why are you hiding?" Sam shouts. Desperation echoes in his voice.

A single footstep on gravel. "I figured you didn't want to see me," says the Trickster.

Sam turns, gapes, his jaw hanging open. He brushes his hair back from his face. His bangs are starting to grow out now, and they're annoying, always flopping everywhere. "You."

"Yep." The Trickster swings his clasped hands forward. "But you knew that."

"I didn't--" Sam stops. Maybe he did.

The Trickster smiles, tilts his head, stares at him with an expression of casual curiosity. Sam feels like a lab rat. He shifts uncomfortably. "So why?"

"Just seeing if my lesson took," the Trickster says. "Disappointed so far. You really are a numbskull, aren't you, Sam?"

Sam's jaw sets. He frowns, and if he could shoot through the Trickster with the heat of his eyes there'd be a melted demigod dribbling into the gravel right now. "If you mean I should give up on him, forget it. It's never gonna happen."

"It'll be easier for you in the long run."

"Bull." Sam scowls harder.

The Trickster feigns terror. "Whoa, watch those flaring nostrils, kid, you might hit someone."

"You know what?" Sam says. "If you had a brother, you'd understand. That's the thing about all of you sons of bitches. If you had a brother, someone you'd die for, you'd know exactly why I can never give up on him. Never."

The Trickster's face grows red, and his lips turn down. A rare moment when he's without a smile. For a moment Sam thinks he's going to get screamed at.

Then, without a word, the Trickster lowers his eyes and vanishes.

After that, Sam no longer has that feeling he's being watched. If only it felt like a relief.

Dean dreams about feathers sometimes. Not white feathers. Dark, dirty feathers like pigeon feathers, the sort of thing that in real life would gross him the hell out. In the dream, though, even though they're gray to black, they seem to have light inside them. Like a home wrapped up in dark shingles, but there's a lamp on inside the upstairs window, so you still feel happy when you finally make it to the front door.

The only lamplight Dean knows these days is the car light that goes on when he opens up the driver's side door. Which is, in itself, home, but that doesn't mean he doesn't wish for more. For an upstairs window, and the welcoming light that emanates from the heart of the darkest place.

Then he is gone to the darkness, and in that place he can no longer dream.

A lifetime later, he's brought forth from the pit, and he still doesn't dream, can't dream of anything but screams and blood and fire.

Until he sees the shadow of angel wings against the doors of a barn.

For the first time the wings make sense.

Still, it will be a long time before he's able to trust himself to knock on that front door, to ask entry to the warmth of dark wings. It will take courage and self-knowledge like Dean's never allowed himself to have, an acceptance of all that he is, and all that he's done. And an acceptance, finally, of the love that's been guiding him all this time. His mouth will seek out the benediction of another's, his arms will stretch forward toward warmth, and he'll draw himself up toward the light because finally, he can forgive himself. Finally, it's all right to be happy.

Then, wrapped up in a flood of darkness that feels so much like light, Dean will look into Castiel's eyes and know at last that he's home.

Sorry I didn't respond to this earlier, I worked late last night. But OMG, I love this so much. Your Danny voice is delightful, and I like the change-up to have Steve be the complaining one ;)

Waaay better than a cuddle. ilu <3

<3 <3 <3

Oh. I'm not who I feel more sorry for, Sam or Gabriel. :(

"You shouldn't be out here," Mary chides her through the glass. She looks furtively to and fro, and her blonde hair bounces as she does, picked up by the breeze.

"And you shouldn't come in here," Anna says levelly from the back seat.

"It's John's car! And it's cramped." But Mary's climbing in, giggling.

"I've been in the back seat of this car before," Anna says. "There's plenty of room."

"Do I want to know?"

Anna reaches out for her. "Probably not."

Mary's still laughing as she slides into Anna's arms, as her mouth falls against Anna's mouth and the liquid music of her giggles slide in. Anna tastes her laughter and takes it in, transmutes it to moans and sighs, and looks up at this beautiful young future-mother and sees the same devil-may-care sexiness that her son once held.

For a moment, between the unclasping of bras and the slide of fingers between legs, Mary thinks she sees a whisper of sadness in the wayward angel's face. When her hand curls around Anna's shoulder, it's like she's trying to press hard enough to leave a mark.

"Is everything all right?" she whispers, pressing kisses to Anna's ear like they're a storm of stars.

"I wish I could do more for you," Anna says. Her hands cinch around Mary's waist and hold her fast. Red hair moves like a cloud as Anna cranes her neck upward to bury her face in Mary's slim shoulder. "I wish I could save you. I wish I could save them."

"Anna?" Mary wants to ask more, but then pink lips are against hers like a vise and slender thighs are pumping against hers. It's so easy to forget, then, and Mary has so much she wishes she could forget. She suspects Anna does, too. So as much as she might want to ask, she stays silent and gives Anna the luxury of oblivion.

Edited 2011-07-01 20:14 (UTC)

Suppose she doesn't get killed. Suppose Dean doesn't get there in time. Suppose she lives on.

The world goes dark. Lucifer walks. Sam is never cleansed, he stays addicted, and Dean can't abandon him no matter what. He's losing faith in anything besides pain, and when Famine marches across the land, he hungers for closeness, he hungers for Sam.

He finds them in bed together and tears her away from him, touching his own mouth to her opened vein. He will drink the demon blood too, if that means Sam will be closer to him again.

He doesn't expect it to go to his head like wine; he doesn't expect it to sink to his gut like a pinup. He's suddenly ravaging her body as well as her blood; when Sam reasserts himself, grabbing her by the waist, Dean snarls at him like an angry dog until he realizes he's holding her waist, guiding her up and down on Dean's cock, so she's free to touch herself and gasp and open her arm for them to drink. Her blood-soaked hand touches Dean's lips, then Sam's, and then forces them forward an inch at a time until they're breathing into each other's mouths. Then they forgo her entirely, kissing and licking desperately while she rides weightless between them, kicking her legs forward and shaking violently, laughing as she comes, the conductor in this concerto of their destruction.

ROFLMAO

Perfect Dean voice -- and poor Sam, blindsided by teh gay angel lurv. :D

Castiel & Meg, once again proving opposites attract. :DDD

That is some screwed up shit right there. @_@ Yet, somehow, perfectly in character given the circumstances. I'm reminded of Slave-Bear of Cares-A-Lot.

Dean takes it all as a challenge
*nods* He would, wouldn't he?

I adore good crack!porn, and this is some of the best I've read in a long while. Still, I can't help wondering what's going to happen when Sam and Castiel show up. *wicked grin*

Wonderfully creepy.

To quote Steve: "Nng, that's nice, do that again." *smishes Steve/Danny*

Cooling breaths on hot bodies, making hot, sweaty love in triple digit heat -- been there, done that. :P

*stares in awe*
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, imagery. Dean, finally finding solace -- and in Castiel's arms. *melts*

Damn, girl! You do fucked up fucking like nobody else. *fans self*

Joining the hopeful, if it's not too late I'd like to request a DARK fic.

Looking for a spell to add authenticity to her story, Becky accidently activates a love spell. Writer's choice as to whether Sam has to fend off a rabid fan girl who will go to any lengths to get her man; or, if Becky has to face a love-crazed Sam determined to make her his.

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sam dean and ruby as requested.

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