Supernatural Reader Threesomes

You Want To Do What? (Dean X Reader X Castiel)

Author's Note-Hello! This started out with a plot but then that kind of disappeared. This is a Dean X Reader X Castiel story. I hope you enjoy it.

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or its characters.

Warnings: Rated M for reason, my lovelies.

Quiet and peaceful. It wasn't something you came across often in your life as a hunter. No case, no greater evil trying to take out your companions, the Winchester boys. Normally, quiet would put you on edge, but today you weren't going to look a gift horse in the mouth. From what you knew, the boys were passed out in their rooms in the bunker so you quietly made your way to the kitchen. You plugged in your iPod and Highway to Hell by AC/DC filled the room. You scooped your (h/c) hair into a ponytail and go out everything you needed to make a big breakfast for you and the boys.

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"Hey! Get your lazy asses up! I made breakfast!" you yelled. You heard groans as the boys woke up. Sam's door opened first and you let out a laugh at his ridiculous bedhead.

"Shut up," he grumbled. Dean's door opened and the older Winchester stepped out, shirtless and mouth open in a gaping yawn.

"Coffee?" Dean questioned groggily.

"Kitchen," you answered, turning to head that way. Dean (without your knowledge) ogled your ass as you walked away.

"Dude, really?" Sam said, bitchface at full strength. Dean shrugged.

"Skinny jeans are a gift, Sammy. Who are we to ignore that gift?" Sam rolled his eyes and ran his hands through his hair as he walked to the kitchen. Dean chuckled and followed his little brother.

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"Oh hell yes!" Dean groaned happily around a mouthful of bacon and eggs. You smiled, happy that he and Sam both seemed to be enjoying your cooking.

'If Cas was here, then this morning would be perfect.' Just as you finished your thought, rustling sounds filled the room and Castiel appeared beside you. Dean choked on his coffee.

"What the hell, Cas? Why are you here?" he asked once he could breathe again. "Is something wrong?"

"(y/n) thought that if I was here, it would be a perfect morning so I came," the angel explained.

"Aw, Cas! You're such a sap," you said with a grin. "Would you like some food?"

"Angels do not get hungry. But thank you. Also, you look pretty today," he replied. You let a giggle slip past your lips.

"Such a sap," you said, kissing his cheek. Dean mumbled something grumpily as Castiel's face turned bright red.

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After breakfast, the guys decided to run into town to pick up a few things. Alone in the bunker, you decided to crank up your music as you did some cleaning. You weren't one for all the domestic crap but the bunker was getting gross.

After a while, you decided to slip off your plaid shirt, leaving you in a Rush tank top. You had move on to the library as I Touch Myself by the Divinyls started to play. You scrunched your nose up in confusion, not knowing how that song ended up on your iPod.

"Oh, well," you said aloud and then started singing along. You were so distracted, singing and dancing, that you didn't notice the older Winchester staring at you from the doorway. "I close my eyes and see you before me. Think I would die if you were to ignore me. A fool could see just how much I adore you. I'd get down on my knees, I'd do anything for you." Dean smirked as he continued to watch. "I don't want anybody else. When I think about you, I touch myself-"