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They say marriage changes a person, but nothing much really changed after Sam and Cas were married in Bobby’s backyard. It wasn’t a legally binding marriage, but to them, it was official enough. Still, the dynamic didn’t change, between them or Dean and Jimmy. In fact, that night, they deigned to sleep in their trailer to spare Bobby from the sounds of their passionate, if a bit rough, love making. It was the best night the four of them had ever had together. Bobby’s air conditioning didn’t work quite right, so the cool wind being stirred through the luxury vehicle from the air vents was orgasmic by itself.
Everyone had a turn at everyone, Cas let Sam fuck him hard and deep like he did that time on the airplane, and Sam let Cas and Jimmy fuck his ass while his brother had his cock half a foot deep in his throat. After Sam had his go at Cas, Jimmy whined about not getting the same treatment, and so to be fair, Sam railed him as well. Dean was satisfied letting Jimmy fuck him while Cas and Sam had their turns in his throat.
Needless to say, it was a wild and exhausting night. They were such a tangled mess that you couldn’t tell who was on top or bottom at any particular time, and if an outsider was watching, they would never guess there was usually a power hierarchy among the four boys. They all gave as good as they got, and in the end, they collapsed into a pile of limbs and torsos where they stayed all night. They hadn’t found the time to shower before sleep and they’d definitely have to change the sheets in the morning, but no one really minded because they were all in a blissful sort of headspace unmarred by worries or outside concerns.
They awoke late the next morning; it was almost eleven. Dean was the first one up, going to the shower immediately. As if he could sense Dean’s absence, Jimmy roused the minute he left the bed, and went to join him in the hot, deeply cleansing water, leaving Sam and Cas in bed.
Amidst the chaos of the night before, they had somehow managed to find each other in sleep and cuddle close to wake up in each others embrace. Sam’s arms were wrapped tightly around Cas’s middle, his face buried in his new husband’s chest. Cas’s legs were around Sam as he cradled his head in one arm. The other arm was on top of them and his fingers were clenched around Sam’s collar at the nape of his neck.
It was a reassurance to both of them. Sam liked to feel Cas’s hand in between his neck and collar, it put just enough pressure on the side of the collar against his windpipe that he could feel it pressing slightly but not enough to inhibit his breathing really. Cas liked holding Sam’s collar because when he could hold Sam’s collar, it meant that Sam was safe and trusted him with control of his entire body.
A concept well known in fighting is that where the head goes, the body follows. If you have control of someone’s neck, then you can control the direction of their head and therefore, their body. Cas loved having a hand around Sam’s collar because it meant he could control the rest of him, and the fact that Sam trusted him enough to let him do that was everything.
Jimmy had tried to hold onto Sam’s collar once while fucking him, and Sam had actually yelped in panic. Dean hadn’t tried to touch his collar, but he would probably get a similar result. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Jimmy or Dean, they simply weren’t Cas. Sam submitted in a wholly different way to Cas. There was a level of trust between them where Sam didn’t need to think when Cas was doing it for him. It felt somehow wrong to give control of everything to Jimmy or Dean, and, as he just promised in his vows, Sam would only give his everything to Cas.
That didn’t mean Sam enjoyed being dominated by all three any less, but holding or pulling the collar was something he’d only let Cas do.
After Dean and Jimmy had left the bed, Sam and Cas woke slowly and happily in each other’s arms.
Sam smiled up at Cas and pressed a kiss to his sternum, about the highest part he could reach being situated so far down on the bed. “Good morning, husband.”
“Good morning, husband,” Cas responded, kissing Sam on the head. “So what’s the plan for today?”
Sam thought for a minute before pushing himself up and straddling Cas’s stomach, forcing the other boy flat on the bed with a catlike grin on his face.
“Well…” Sam started teasingly as he ran feather-light fingertips over Cas’s chest. “I was thinking maybe a little debauchery…and then maybe a shower…and then some breakfast…and then some more debauchery.”
Cas laced his the fingers of one hand with Sam’s while his other hand cupped his new husband’s face. Hooking one leg over Sam’s in order to trap him, Cas flipped the other boy onto his back and sat between Sam’s legs triumphantly while Sam laughed in surprise and delight.
Bending over Sam, Cas brought soft lips and a probing tongue to Sam’s mouth all while they were still holding hands and he had Sam’s face in a gentle caress. Cas pulled back ever so slightly, staring into Sam’s already glazed and pleading eyes, and whispered into his mouth, “I think that is a very good plan.”
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Jimmy and Dean could hear the moment Sam and Cas were awake. While they fondled and teased each other in the shower, they could hear the rough pounding Cas was giving Sam, complete with intermittent slaps to the ass. From what they could tell, Sam was gagged and wasn’t putting up any resistance to Cas’s ministrations. Like he ever would when he was moaning like that, they both thought.
Dean looked back up at Jimmy with his cock in his mouth as their attention refocused on each other. Jimmy gave him a devilish grin and placed hands on either side of Dean’s head to slam his cock to the back of his throat. Dean gagged a little and his hands rose to Jimmy’s thighs, but Jimmy didn’t relent just yet. He held Dean until he was about to tap out on his thigh before pulling him off and cupping his face gently while throat slime poured out of Dean’s mouth and slid down his chest. Jimmy bent down and brought their mouths together after giving Dean a moment to catch his breath in heavy panting heaves.
“One more time, ok?” Jimmy murmured.
Dean nodded, and this time, Jimmy didn’t even have to guide him back onto his cock. Dean went on his own and took as much as he could into his mouth, letting the beautiful twin standing above him pull him the rest of the way down.
Desperate to prove himself a good boy, Dean closed his eyes and worked his throat muscles against Jimmy, eliciting a groan from the other boy. A few seconds later, Jimmy’s hands in Dean’s hair tightened. Dean choked a little in surprise, and the constriction made Jimmy spill down his throat.
After Jimmy helped Dean stand and washed him with gentle hands in the hot water, they finished up and finally exited to dry each other off and get dressed for the day. When they came out, Sam and Cas were sitting side by side on the bed like they hadn’t been doing anything just moments before. The only evidence was the arrogant satisfaction on Cas’s face and Sam’s blissful, blank eyes.
Seeing Dean and Jimmy were done in the bathroom, Cas stood and held out a hand for Sam. He took it and rose to follow the other boy into the RV bathroom to get cleaned up.
After what they’d just done together in the bedroom, neither had the energy to misbehave in the shower. That didn’t mean Cas didn’t ease his fingers into Sam’s ass to gather the cum and make him lap it up off his hand and then get on his knees to clean Cas’s dick before the water had a chance to wash away the remnants of their sweet morning wake up.
When that was done though, the actually washed and dried and dressed in clean clothes. They exited to find Jimmy nearly bouncing off the walls trying to get to the door of the RV.
“Are you guys done?!” Dean asked exasperatedly, grappling Jimmy’s torso, trying to get him to stand still. “He’s been trying to escape for twenty minutes!”
“I’m hungry!” Jimmy whined as he stopped trying to run and released almost all of his body weight into Dean’s arms, making the other boy grunt and strain to keep him from falling and hitting his head on the floor.
Sam laughed, both at Jimmy’s bratty, amusing behavior and at the fact that he was so going to be punished for acting like that later. Cas was in a good mood though, which may have had something to do with the fact that he’d been married the day before, so he didn’t snap at Jimmy or even give him that dominant stare that sent chills down Sam’s spine.
He just shook his head with a little amused smile on his face and said, “Well, then by all means, lead the way to breakfast.”
At those words, Dean loosened his hold and Jimmy slipped from his grasp, making a break for the door and nearly skipping all the way to the house. The other three followed at a reasonable pace and made it inside almost a full minute after Jimmy.
“That brother of mine…” Cas muttered under his breath.
Bobby was already making pancakes by the time they arrived and the smells were absolutely divine. He was no chef, but he’d added some mix of cinnamon and nutmeg to the pancake batter that was making the house smell like a bakery. Jimmy thought he’d died and gone to Heaven the moment he stepped inside.
The other boys felt similarly when they sat down at the table. They’d had to get their own plates and cutlery out of the cabinets, but the second they’d finished setting the table, Bobby brought over a plate stacked high with the cinnamony flat cakes.
“This is too much, Mr. Si…Bobby,” Cas said, correcting himself mid-thought.
“Oh, it’s nothing. Couldn’t let you boys go hungry the day after your wedding, now could I?” he responded, spearing two pancakes on the end of a fork and putting them on a plate for himself.
The boys had also gotten the bottle of syrup and can of whipped cream for the table to use as needed. Jimmy’s plate, as always, was filled with as much sugar as he could manage without it dripping off the sides. Cas served himself pancakes, then automatically lifted Sam’s plate to serve him as well.
Sam shot him a grateful smile, but there was something else about his expression that bothered Cas. It was the same expression that Sam wore when he wanted something but didn’t want to ask. Cas watched as Sam struggled for a moment internally before robotically forcing himself to take a bite. He hadn’t even made any sugary additions to his food.
“Sam,” Cas said softly while the others talked about the plans for the day.
Sam’s gaze didn’t quite make it all the way to Cas’s when he acknowledged his name being spoken. That was how Cas knew he was feeling particularly submissive. He put a hand on Sam’s thigh, giving him a reassuring squeeze.
“What do you need?” he asked in a tone barely above a whisper.
Sam shifted in his seat and nodded his chin at the floor between their chairs before finally meeting Cas’s eye. Unspoken words passed between them and several things were understood at once. Sam wanted to be on the floor. Sam wanted Cas to feed him by hand. Sam was also feeling shame about letting Bobby see. Cas didn’t quite care who saw as long as his husband was happy.
“Bobby?” Cas started. “Would you care if Sam sat on the floor and had me feed him?”
Sam’s head shot up, absolute shock on his face that Cas would just say that without warning. Dean, and even Jimmy, paused eating to see how Bobby would react to his words. They hadn’t exactly been sly about their very sexual relationship, and Bobby had of course seen Sam’s collar and bracelets, but they hadn’t ever done anything explicitly nonvanilla in front of him.
Bobby just shrugged and gave Sam a warm, pointed look. “Sam can do whatever he damn well pleases in this house. He knows that.”
Sam broke out into a smile which Bobby returned and made Cas’s heart swell. Sam slipped from his chair and knelt beside Cas, automatically going into a relaxed display position despite the fact that he was full clothed. Cas ripped a piece of Sam’s pancake with his hand and lowered it to Sam’s mouth. He took it happily and sighed as he tasted the rich cinnamon.
Cas took the fact that Sam hadn’t added anything to his pancakes as a sign that he just wanted the simple breakfast unadorned and let him eat it as such.
It was so common place for Sam to be kneeling beside Cas during meals that Jimmy and Dean didn’t even blink. Jimmy had eaten kneeling on the floor for Dean and Dean had eaten kneeling on the floor for Jimmy, but neither boy moved to lower themselves now. They were content just eating in their seats and sending dubious gazes back and forth.
Bobby didn’t even spare a second glance toward Sam and Cas, as if he didn’t find it strange in the least bit. That was something Cas was incredibly grateful for, the nonchalance about where Sam wanted to be. Cas had been trying to show him for a while that he wouldn’t be judged for wanting what he did and this was a big step in doing that. It was one thing to hear from his boyfriends that Sam’s submission was appreciated and nothing to be ashamed of, but the way his father figure just accepted it really eased Sam’s mind.
Cas had almost finished feeding Sam his food when, all of a sudden, interrupting the polite conversation going on at the table that Sam was definitely not a part of, the front door banged open and a decidedly feminine voice called out, “Beebo!”
Five heads whipped in the direction of the sound to see who had interrupted their meal. Sam started, rising to his feet before he even knew what he was doing. It must have been his training ingrained deep into his very being to get prepared for a fight when a stranger bursts into the house. Dean was also up and out of his chair, taking a protective position in front of Jimmy who was still sitting, but had dropped his fork in surprise. Cas rose to his feet when Sam did, ever vigilant to his husband’s anxieties and perhaps harboring some of his own from the two times Sam had been kidnapped.
Bobby seemed to recognise the voice though, responding, “Maddie?”
A girl, no more than twenty, stumbled into the room out of the hall, bleeding profusely from her stomach. She had dark brown hair and stunning, bright green eyes that the men could see from across the room. She would be pretty if it weren’t for the gash above her left eye, leaking blood all over her face, and the pain she was clearly in, distorting her pixie-like features. She had a slight build and barely any curves which enforced the ambiguity about her age. There were small cuts and scrapes all along her arms which were made visible by the ripped sleeves of her reddening shirt. The remnants of what might have been a flannel at one time hung in shreds around her waist, just above the ripped jeans that were also revealing bleeding cuts on her lower limbs. The boots she was wearing were worn and almost falling apart, and every inch of the girl was covered in a thin layer of dirt.
“Maddie!” Bobby responded, panic entering his voice at the sight of her condition. He jumped up from the table to rush to her side.
“I’m gonna need the med kit and some bourbon,” she pants with two hands pressed against her stomach to staunch the bleeding.
“Oh my gosh!” Sam exclaims, turning to look at Cas to see if he knew the strange girl that had just entered. Cas just shook his head, his mouth hanging open slightly.
“Who-” Dean began.
He was cut off by Bobby though. “Boy, go get the medical kit! It’s in the bathroom upstairs.”
Dean nodded once, the order sinking into him and his body reacting automatically as he had for years when his father would give orders in the same it’s-not-up-for-debate tone of voice. He ran upstairs to go get what Bobby had asked for. Sam reacted quickly too, going to the cabinet to get the fullest bottle of bourbon that was there. It was probably some old, expensive stuff that Bobby wouldn’t be happy about sharing, but it was the best thing there.
Bobby cleared the way to the living room and threw a pile of books that had been stacked on the couch to the floor.
The girl, named Maddie, apparently, shuffled her way into the room limping heavily. Cas saw the pain in her movements and dashed forward to help her to the couch.
“Let me help.”
The second his hands touched her shoulders, however, she recoiled and shoved him off as if he were coated in poison or something.
“Touch me again and I’ll give you a matching wound,” she spat.
She gestured at the dagger on her hip, and Cas backed off with his hands in the air. It was a wonder so much anger could be contained in such a tiny form, he thought. It was also strange that even in extreme pain and bleeding out, she didn’t want help.
Jimmy seemed to snap to his senses, remembering that he was a premed major and that he was the most equipped to handle the situation. He finally left his seat as Dean came running down the stairs, med kit in hand. They met Sam in the living room and watched as Maddie gingerly sat down and lifted her shirt over her head with a wince.
The boys went silent and even Bobby went pale at seeing not only her fresh wound, but the dozens upon dozens of scars on her back, stomach, and arms. She leaned back on the stack of pillows against one arm of the couch while pressing one hand to her stomach. Her face was twisted up in agony, a face that wrenched all of the men’s guts when they saw it. Maddie had started crying involuntarily, the pain ripping tears from her eyes.
The blood was coming from three long scratches across her abdomen made by claws too big to belong to anything of the animal kingdom Cas and Jimmy know of. Dean and Sam had an idea of what made those marks though.
The other scars…they were of various size, stage of healing, and location. Some were similar jagged claw marks, some are neater, smaller slashes. One or two wrapped entirely from her shoulder to her waist. Some scars were thin, white lines, others were in the throws of healing and remained an angry red, some others, seem to have only recently had their stitches removed.
Silent tears started pouring down Jimmy’s face as all the terrible things that could have made those scars on her pretty body materialize in his mind. Cas wrapped his arms around Jimmy’s middle, understanding the particular grief he always felt at seeing another person suffer.
Dean was analyzing the dagger at her hip though and the fact that she was most likely a hunter.
Bobby passed the girl the med kit and bottle of bourbon, not even hesitating to hand over the old, good brew. She popped open the med kit on her thighs and set the bottle down on the floor beside the couch within easy reach for her.
Glancing up and seeing Bobby’s worried expression, she shook her head. “I’m fine, Beebo. It’s nothing I can’t patch up myself.”
“No, let me,” Jimmy insisted, breaking out of his brother’s reassuring grasp to round the couch, already reaching out to grab the cleaning supplies from the amateur med kit on her lap.
“I wouldn’t if I were you,” Bobby warned. He sat down heavily into the chair adjacent to the couch. All the tension in his shoulders had left. “If she says she can do it herself, it’ll be a cold day in Hell before she does to do it herself.”
In all fairness, Maddie looked rather helpless. She had on a bralette that covered her chest, but there wasn’t much to cover in the first place, and the skin that was bare was covered in scars. Looking at her was like looking at a broken doll, and everything in Jimmy, the dom, the sub, the plain old human being, was telling him to fix and protect this broken thing.
It seemed that the others felt similarly. Dean and Sam were leaning over the back of the couch worriedly, and Cas stood by the foot of the couch, ready to help his twin in any way that he could.
Maddie ignored them all and threaded the needle with expert hands, as if she’d done it a million times before.
Jimmy reaches out to take the instruments from her, but she flinches away from his hands, shouting, “Don’t!”
Her voice was so loud and commanding that Jimmy instantly reverted into submission, taking it as a direct order, and drew his hands back quickly.
“I said, I got it,” she growled, a wary sneer twisting her face.
Maddie reached down and grabbed the bottle of bourbon, temporarily stopping the pressure to her wound in order to twist open the bottle. She took a deep swig and then poured a generous amount directly onto the gashes. She hissed through her teeth and screwed up her eyes at the burning but didn’t slow her movements.
Jimmy gasped, but he learned his lesson and didn’t interfere. He fell back on his heels and his hand found the armrest near her feet, the one Cas was crouching by. Cas laid his hand over his brother’s in silent solidarity.
Sam and Jimmy’s eyes met before turning back to watch Maddie set the bottle down again and pick up the needle she’d just threaded with the surgical thread. Bobby was just sitting in his chair watching her nonchalantly, as if she came in and fixed herself up on his couch often.
Dean looked from Bobby to the girl back to Bobby again. “Ok, who the hell is this?”
Bobby closed his eyes briefly and took a deep breath. He felt nauseous. “This…this is someone that I should have told you two about a long time ago.”
Sam’s brow furrowed, and he took a step closer to their father figure. “Bobby? Who is she?”
Cas and Jimmy also watched Bobby, every muscle in their near identical bodies strung taut, waiting to hear who this incredibly stubborn mystery woman was. Sweat had broken out on Maddie’s forehead, slicing through all the dirt and blood on her pretty face. Her hair was also quite matted with dirt and blood - whether it was hers or something else’s, even she didn’t know. Maddie bit the inside of her cheek and started in on herself, plunging the needle in and out to sew shut her own bleeding wounds.
“Dean, Sam, this is Madeline,” Bobby choked out, avoiding their gazes. “She’s your little sister.”