Angelic Thursday: Angel-cuffed

Angel-cuffed by Luciel89

Awkwardness, adorable moments and a little bit of angel porn...You'll find it all in this story.

What if you are forced to acknowledge your most inner desires? What if an archangel forces you into such a situation that you can not keep it hidden anymore? What if, all those feelings you believed to hidden so well, are obvious to almost everyone around you? Would you give in?

In 'angel-cuffed', Gabriel decides to teach Dean and Castiel a lesson. And he thinks cuffing them together for an undetermined amount of time, is just the way to do it.

To say that Dean is surprised to wake up with an angel in his bed is one thing, but an angel that's also suddenly stuck to him, all day and night? Well, surprised would be the understatement of the century.

At first, they are both annoyed, and highly uncomfortable with this change in events, but as time progresses Castiel and Dean become more at ease around each other. A lot more at ease! To what will this lesson of Gabriel lead?

It was the most ridiculous thing that had ever happened to Dean in his life.

Dean woke up when he heard a familiar voice call his name. He groaned and tried to turn around to lay on his right side, away from the voice, but something was pulling at his left wrist. Dean groaned in annoyance and tried to pull his wrist towards himself, but something was keeping his wrist in place and he couldn’t move it towards himself.

“Dean.”

Dean recognized the voice right away, and it only made him even more annoyed. The angel just didn’t have any understanding of a human’s need to sleep.

“Damnit Cas, stop pulling at my wrist and let me sleep,” he groaned into the pillow. He felt Castiel shift on the bed behind him but the angel made no attempt to leave and let Dean sleep.

Dean muttered a curse under his breath and finally turned around to see Castiel’s bright blue eyes stare back into his. The angel looked… uncomfortable. And he was sitting right there on the edge of the bed, uncomfortably close to Dean. If he moved any closer he would be sitting on Dean’s lap.

Dean glared at the angel. “Cas? What the hell—“

That was when he noticed the reason why Cas was sitting so close.

There were handcuffs around his wrist, and Cas’ too, locking them together.

“What the hell?!” Dean exclaimed. He sat up and brought his hand up to examine the weird handcuffs, trying to get them open. Next to him, Cas’ hand was involuntarily dragged up from where it rested on the bed, to dangle just below Dean’s.

“Dean, I’ve tried that already. It’s no use,” the angel said.

Dean stared back at Castiel. “What the hell do you mean? Why the fuck am I handcuffed to you?” he demanded.

“I don’t know.”

“What do you mean you don’t know? How the fuck did this happen?” Dean snapped. He stood up from the bed, dragging Castiel with him, and tried desperately to undo the handcuffs somehow, but it was no use.

He was handcuffed to the angel. Shit.

“I believe someone has tied us together. For what purpose I don’t know. I was just suddenly pulled away from my location to find my hand locked to yours.” Despite always saying things without any emotions in his voice, Dean could tell that Castiel was pretty annoyed by the situation.

“Shit,” Dean cursed; hands still working on the handcuffs, trying to get them off. “Have you tried to get these things off with your angel mojo?”

“My powers are not what they used to be, Dean. And yes, I’ve tried, but failed,” Castiel said. Dean never heard the angel sound so defeated before. He was about to say something when the door opened and Sam stepped inside.

Shit, today was just not his day.

Sam entered the room and froze. He stared from Cas’ defeated face and Dean’s annoyed expression to the handcuffs on their wrists, which Dean obviously failed to hide from him.

“Oh dude. I do not want to know about your kink games,” Sam said with a disgusted face. Cas’ eyebrows furrowed in confusion and Dean’s face was red instantly.

“Dude! I don’t swing that way! And we’re not playing around, we’re locked together!” Dean said.

“Yeah I can see that,” Sam said, still staring at the weird scene in front of him with a frown. “Mind to explain why?”

“I don’t know why! I wake up and I’m handcuffed to the nerd angel here,” Dean snapped, pulling his hand forward and Cas’ with it to show Sam. “And neither of us can get them off.”

This story is amazing! You should all read it! So do it, now! And leave Luciel89 some love, because she sure as hell deserves it.

See you all on Sunday for the vid of the week.

Shirley Out.



Angelic Thursday; Vague Discomfort

Can you imagine it? Two angels and the Winchesters sitting down for dinner, while the more holy of the bunch are doing unseen, but exciting things...That's exactly the setting for this short story, written by sky_so_blu.

In 'Vague Discomfort', Gabriel decides to pop in uninvited for dinner. His intent isn't to annoy the brothers, although his presence does, but to play a little with his younger brother. He's amused by the brothers, but more so by Castiel, who is really sensitive to his 'attention'.

It's not a very graphic, or obscene story, but rather beautiful and perhaps endearing in its own way.
Their touches are invisible, and their Grace mostly does the talking for them. Castiel, although uncomfortable at first, is magnificent in his surrender. And I have to say, I swooned occasionally.  Especially when they added in the wings!! Damn, I'm such a sucker for wings. That part nearly brought me to my knees.
This very short story, is a real must-read!

A short segment;

On the levelling on his head, he turned to face Castiel again and his breath caught. The angel had turned halfway and was looking at him steadily, eyes glowing with desire and lips parted just enough to make Gabriel’s interest perk up almost unbearably. Please, he heard in his mind, echoing the hitch in Castiel’s voice he knew he’d have if they were alone. Please, Gabriel.

And damn it. He could never say no, especially when Castiel looked at him like that, all ruffled, grace sliding against his and wings quivering with restrained pleasure. Oh hell yeah.

He poured more grace out, enveloping the younger angel, caressing his face, pressing down on where he knew Castiel needed it most. He felt more than saw the beautiful wings arching upwards when the human body jerked.

Distantly, he noticed that the Winchesters had stopped bickering, their faces slowly flushing as burgeoning realization hit them. With equally horrified looks switching from Gabriel’s hungry, intent stare at the younger angel and Castiel’s soft, erratic pants – this was a diner for fuck’s sake! – they shifted awkwardly and tried to focus back onto their suddenly uninteresting dinners. No way were they going to look. Dean reminded himself to bleach his eyes out later.

Gabriel knew Castiel was beautiful, but unrestrained, in all his glory, Castiel was breathtaking. He heard his brother’s breath speeding up and Gabriel felt an impossibly strong urge to lean over and touch, but he wanted to watch. His cock throbbed dangerously when Castiel pressed a wing forward and slid it between the two of his. All six of them stretched out eagerly to touch the other’s grace, and the pulse of desire he felt was almost enough to unravel his control.


The wing! I need to go and watch Lucifer Rising now. For visualization's sake.
I would say more, but I'm dying a little bit and this angel h00r is in desperate need of a breather.
See you soon!

Shirley Out!

Fanfiction in the Spotlight with Lifelesslyndsey

In this fandom, we widely encourage the smexin' of Angels; the most recognized of pairings being Dean and Cas.    While this is something that I am all for, I believe we are sorely lacking in quality Sam and Gabriel smexin. 

Samriel people, get with it. 

So I bring for to you today a fic from over on www.archiveofourown.org, a fic called Black Swans, featuring most formidably Sam and Gabriel, with a background of Dean and Cas for you Destiel lovers out there. 

Black Swans

By 

omphalos, and Wolfling

Rated: M
Warnings: Slash, swearing, blasphemy, zombies, ocasional spoilers up until season 5
Type: Post-Non-Apocalypse AU (not season 5 non-apocalypse)

Words: over 60k

Chapters: 3/3 Completed!

Characters/Pairings: Gabriel/Sam, Castiel/ Dean, OC's. 




It takes place after the non-apocalypse, but not the one we saw in Season 5.  I have no idea what season this would have taken place in, but it's safte to say there is Gabriel in it (obviously).  Gabe changes his tune, and helps out the Winchesters.  He bases his decision on a black swan theory.  The brothers are standing up against a seemingly impossible force; never saying no and never backing down.  They are so impossible, that Gabriel can't imagine how it wouldn't alter the outcome of the war he'd rather not see anyways.  He offers his aid, the aid that changes the tides.  Sam takes out Lucifer, and the story here is the aftermath.  It's not all pretty roses and rainbows.  The apocalypse may have not happened, but a war did.   Also, Gabriel's faith in his father is restored, and Sam finds healing for the damage done by the Demon blood through blowjobs and grace. If that ain't the makings for an awesome read, I don't know what is. 



"If it were so, then it was a process that had begun when Gabriel had first come to Sam while he detoxed in Bobby's panic room. That had been the first time he'd fed Sam his grace, not that Sam remembered it at all; Gabriel hadn't been sure at the time just how public he'd wanted his involvement to be. After sucking at Gabriel's wrist and then a deep sleep, Sam had seemed so much stronger, calmer more together. Could Sam actually be right about what was going on?

Gabriel shrugged. "Possibly just the damage you did to yourself," he hedged, though even that would be something worthwhile. "But maybe Azazel's blood too. Who knows? This is completely new to me."

"So it's not addiction because it's... finite." Sam nodded, apparently to himself. "Once I've had enough, the craving will stop?" Gabriel could practically see Sam's big brain ticking over. "And, at the least, I should go back to how I was before I first drank Ruby's blood. Maybe even back to, well, what I've never had a chance to be since I was six months old." He put his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "Gabriel, this is... If we're right, this feels like a miracle to me."

For Gabriel, a miracle was something that directly had the involvement of his Father in some way. He hadn't witnessed a genuine one first hand since before he left home. But this, it was unexpected, unexplained, and rewarded someone who somehow managed to keep faith in doing what was right even in the darkest of nights. Just the kind of thing Dad loved doing. Maybe... Maybe Castiel had been right all along, and Dad really was out there somewhere still. "Yeah," he said, feeling a smile that was content and full of hope turn his mouth up at the corners. "It really does feel like that."

Sam smiled a smile beautiful in its purity. He then did something that maybe shouldn't have been as unexpected as it was. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips to Gabriel's.

It took Gabriel by surprise – but really, by now, he was getting used to being surprised by Sam. He was still for one second before he got with the program enough to kiss Sam back, sliding a hand up to play with the hair at the back of Sam's neck. Sam seemed to freeze as Gabriel started to return the kiss, as if he only just then realized what he was doing. But then he made a low noise in the back of his throat and pressed forward, kissing Gabriel more fiercely and moving on his seat to lean over him.

Despite all the innuendo that had been flying between them, Gabriel had never seriously considered he'd end up in this sort of compromising position with Sam. But there was something about Sam that had called to the archangel even from the first time they met, and one thing Gabriel had learned was to never look in the mouths of gift horses. So he shifted himself to recline as much as he could and kept one hand on the back of Sam's neck as they kissed. The other he stroked lightly over Sam's back, down his shirt until he could get under the edge of it and slide upward again over bare skin.

This time the noise Sam made was almost definitely a moan. He thrust his tongue into Gabriel's open mouth and slid it firmly over and around Gabriel's own. One forearm was leaning on the chair beside Gabriel's head, taking Sam's weight. The other was strong and flat on Gabriel's chest as if trying to hold him down. Not like Gabriel was trying to get away. He knew very well when it was in his best interests to be caught, and this was definitely one of those times.

Sam's back was vast and smooth and firm. Gabriel could feel the muscles tense and relax as Sam moved. He was trying, it seemed, to get closer, which wasn't easy for a man his size even in a pretty spacious SUV. Sam broke the kiss and uttered an equally broken, "Gabriel, Gabe..." before moving his mouth down to suck and nibble on Gabriel's neck."


The rest of this chapter is much hotter, but you'll just have to read to see.

Fanfiction in the Spotlight: Lights Out

I was just hanging out, following my usual routine, when out of the blue a friend linked me to this story.
Warning: If you are bothered by Slash, Violence, or Gore, then this story isn't for you.

Lights Out by ru_salki99 managed to capture my attention from the very start. It's a story about love in prison, and very different from a lot of Supernatural fan fics out there. Not only is Dean a prag, that gets his butt-raped on a daily basis, but Castiel is a Russian mobster who doesn't flinch back from inflicting some serious pain.

Dean has been on the inside for six years, along with his brother Sam. His previous cellmate made his life a living hell, turning him into his own little sextoy. After the death of Gordon, the cellmate, Dean hopes that he will get to share a cell with someone more bearable.

Castiel is a new inmate, although he has been in prison before. His position in the Russian Maffia makes his introduction to the prison life slightly easier. He appears to be a dangerous, crazy psycho to some, but Dean gets to see the real Castiel. A man who is kind, sweet and caring, and lovingly tends to his wounds.

Pretending to be Castiel's prag is easy, and it makes Dean's butt a lot safer. But what if real feelings arise?

Here's a little segment from this story: 

Dean turned back round and continued to fold what was left of his laundry while Castiel turned back to his book. But after a moment, Castiel spoke again.

“My cousin Rafael asked me today if he could have you.”

Dean turned to stare at him, “What?”

Castiel shrugged, “His bitch got parole a couple of weeks ago. And from what Gordon said… well, needless to say, he’s not the only guy in here that wants you.”

Dean sighed and sat down on the small stool they had in there, sitting across from Castiel, “Yeah, Ruby said the same thing,” he said. “So what did you say?”

“Nothing. I broke his nose,” Castiel said with a shrug.

Dean stared at him in disbelief.

“They all think I’m fucking you already anyway, hence why he asked my permission.”

“They think… why? What did you say?”

“I didn’t say anything,” Castiel said with a shake of his head. “They simply implied the other day that I would be able to make good use of you, and when they asked me how my night was, well… I just smiled.”

“You’re a dick!” Dean told him as he jumped to his feet.

“Hey,” Castiel said as he jumped up too. “I’ve just stopped a whole section of this prison from even looking at you never mind trying to fuck you. Show a little gratitude!”

“I didn’t ask you for any favours,” Dean told him. “I can take care of myself.”

“Clearly!”

“Trouble in paradise boys?” the guard asked as he pulled open the peep hole.

“Shove it Zachariah.”

“We’re fine Sir,” Castiel said, laying a hand on Dean’s arm.

Zachariah looked down at the hand then back at Dean and grinned, “Keep it down,” he warned. “Some of us are trying to have an afternoon nap and we can’t do it with all the racket you two are making.”

And with that the peep hole was slammed shut, leaving Dean and Castiel on their own again. Dean pulled his arm back and jumped up onto his bunk, immediately turning to face the wall away from him.

He heard Castiel sigh before the bunk below him creaked under the weight of him. He knew the guy was probably just trying to help him some, but he really didn’t need it. He was just going to make things worse if he kept on acting the way he was.

~ ~ ~

This story is truly amazing. I wasn't really in the mood to ready anything, when I got the link. But figured I could just read the start. That way, if I didn't like it, I could at least say I tried to my friend.

However, as soon as I started, I couldn't stop. I ignored anyone who tried to talk to me and became completely captivated by this Dean and Castiel. So all of you, go read this wonderful story now! And leave the author some love; she truly deserves it.

Enjoy the read!

Shirley out!

Fanfiction in the Spotlight: Because you're mine

I wish to turn the first spotlight on 'Because You're Mine' by linseyloveandtea. Now, a fair warning to all the people who don't like slash, this is not the story for you. It's a delicious, fingerlicking Destiel story, and we all know what that means.

In this story that finds place after 'Caged Heat', Dean is troubled by the fact that Cas is attracted to Meg. He ponders about it all night, and no matter how much he wants to, he just can't stop thinking about it.
When Cas appears, having heard Dean call out to him in his sleep, things get clearer.

Unable to deny their attraction any longer, Dean and Castiel share a wonderful night of passion, followed by a loving revelation.

Here's a short segment from this wonderful story;

"Hello, Dean."

Dean cleared his throat out of embarrassment, trying to shake off the surprise that was probably all over his face. He started to approach the angel curiously.

"Cas… I thought… you were busy with your crazy angel war upstairs…?"

Cas broke eye contact with Dean, looking at the floor.

"Yes… the war is continuing on without me. I will have to return soon to establish order. I just… suppose I wanted to offer you company."

Dean felt a twinge of annoyance and confusion. "Company?" he asked. "I thought your problems were bigger than ours. You made that kind of clear the last few times you were around. Didn't think you had time for little pit stops."

Cas's mouth twitched, his eyes still lingering on the floor.

"Yes, but, I sensed distress down here."

Dean was confused. Distress? What the hell is he talking about?

"Cas, nothing has been happening since we saw Crowely. What distress are you even talking about? If there was some shit going down, I would have prayed to you. And I haven't."

"You have." Cas finally looked up with him, his eyes wide but sure, the cerulean blue staring deep into Dean.

He swallowed, still confused. A small, sarcastic grin. "I think I would remember if I had prayed to you, Cas." But Castiel was shaking his head before he even finished. Dean's brow furrowed.

"No. You…" Cas' eyes searched Dean's a little more thoroughly, his head tilting curiously. Dean's heart was pounding, now. "Forgive me. You were calling out to me in your sleep…"

And that's when Dean's stomach dropped. He what? "I what?" he blurted out without thought.

Castiel stood then, and Dean felt his face burn, and he cursed himself silently for it. Cas stepped towards him, his blue eyes never leaving the man's green. The intensity of his gaze and the new proximity made Dean look away now, fully embarrassed and speechless. There was absolute silence. Dean felt he should say something, cover up for it, make up some stupid fucking excuse but he couldn't. The part of him that wanted to tell Cas everything, to hold onto him, all the urges he ever felt were fighting to his surface- which Dean told himself he'd never allow. He never expected to be cornered like this. Never-

If you want to read more, and get down to the spicy stuff, you will have to go read it. Do it now!
Also, I want to compliment linseyloveandtea for writing a Castiel that is so alike the one we get to watch every week. His choice of words, his reserved manner, and his awkwardness at first, really reminds me of the real deal.

Wonderfully done!