Destiel but its written by AI *DIRRTY*

LONG ASS 1 CHAPTER STORY

Dean and Castiel laughed as they looked at each other. "Well, he must think you're a little crazy." Dean noted.

"That's because he is." Castiel scoffed.

Dean grinned at him. "I'll let you take care of myself, Castiel. I'll just tell him to calm down later. Now, here's my menu."

"Thanks, Dean," Castiel said, grateful for his pizza. "You've been out of it for a while, you should get some sleep."

"Have you been craving some pizza?" Dean asked, smiling.

"That would be me," Castiel said, throwing up his hands in frustration. "You shouldn't have looked so closely."

"Dean-" 

Sam opened the window, smacking it shut, taking the barrier between the floor and the room as a cue for silence. He'd been close to stealing the cookie and had only reluctantly discovered that it was an impostor.  

dean and Castiel ate their cookie while sam said,

"i threw snowballs at their house and they got up and raided my closet
i held an assault rifle while franny was lying next to me and i shot her in the head
he was in the bathroom using his good old fashioned toy dildo to fuck my tight wet pussy
i turned the t.v. on to get the morning news
he rammed the dog bowl down my throat like a dinner plate, then got into my snow globe and fucked me from behind
she was fucking me as i was licking her juices off her body
franny caught us at her dad's house
my dad spanked both us together
we had to wait till franny showed up in her." 

Dean and Castiel spit out their cookies and said, "THAT IS VERY UNACCEPTABLE."

'It was too good.' thought Sam.

"No, I'll never beat Crowley and Sam again." Dean still had the indigo purple tie Dean hated, and it was fading. "Besides, I can't understand it." Dean took out his usual water bottle that he always used, but at this point Sam didn't really care. He was just amused.

"Dude, you know why Dean never beats Crowley?"

Dean snapped, "Dean doesn't beat Crowley."

Sam realized he'd had more than enough of Dean trying to outdo him. "Dean beats Crowley because he's more powerful than both of us combined." 

"So fucking if you don't suck a dick and act like you'll act." Said Dean.
"Yeah but in my defense you're being a real prick, all right?" Said Cas.
"Are you serious?" Dean growled, looking him up and down, ready to punish him with the full weight of the world.
"What the fuck did you think would happen, this stupid goddamn dick guy won't pick you?" said Sam.
"What the fuck did you think would happen, that a cock sucker would be willing to take his shit while you sit there crying and wishing you had brought more than one!" said Dean. 

Sam looked at Dean wondering if it was so hard to act all the serious. His brother just shrugged and finally the whole thing made sense. Dean's lying through his teeth and Dean was listening.


"We are going to be gone for most of the weekend. I'm just saying," Sam said to Dean, knowing what he was saying.


"We'll work it out. Just, do you need to lay down while I get these other things organized."


"Oh shit. Yeah, sure." Sam picked up his suitcase, reached into it, and pulled out his wallet. He had gone

"I don't give a fuck if she gets her panties pulled down." he said.

Dean shook his head and then cast his rod to Dean and fucked him harder. Dean kept muttering something but he couldn't hear what it was.

Dean was sure that he heard Castiel groan "It's not my fault you jerked me off." He whispered in a low voice

Dean jerked his rod again and Castiel groaned again. He got harder for this.

"Dean can't fuck this place." Dean said

Castiel's answer was broken by the small clink of Dean grabbing his cock and jerking him off. Dean groaned louder and then finally spoke. "Do you want me to-"

Bitch had his cock out, ready to shoot. He put his fingers in Castiel's mouth and gently took his cock from his mouth, dropping his hands to the counter, then re-unwrapping himself. Dean waited in awe. He started fucking him.


He pushed back against him, pulling his legs up. He  stood up, suddenly very aroused by his cock, and pushed him down against the counter. He lifted up his cheeks and squished them.


Dean's legs were locked with his hips, his cock pressing him and tightening it in his ass. He groaned loudly, hearing the panting.