Dean/Cas/Jimmy is a lesser known OT3. We are on a mission to give them some love. Honestly if you can imagine these three together it is amazing. If you thought that Destiel was amazing? Add Jimmy in there and you have even more fun. Join us in creating works for our boys!
Major Tags: soulmate!au, dean with low self-esteem, twincest, bottom!cas, top!dean, top!jimmy, bottom!jimmy, buttplugs, blowjobs, handjobs, 69, masturbation, mentions of light bondage, mentions of facials, threesome, recreational drinking, dry humping, child abuse (both are 18 at the time), infidelity, drinking as a coping mechanism, underage (two 16 year olds), mentions of pegging
Pairings: Dean/Jimmy, Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Jimmy, Dean/Castiel/Jimmy, Prior Dean/Others (Lisa, Aaron, Lydia, Benny, Cassie), Minor Anna/Jo, Minor Dorothy/Charlie, Minor Chuck/Becky, Prior Cas/Others (Balthazar, Crowley, Meg, April), Prior Jimmy/Others (Amelia, Daphne, Nora, April)
Summary: It only affects maybe twenty percent of the population, but when you first kiss your soulmate, sparks fly. Not literally, but the feeling is real enough for those who experience it. There are two catches: it only works after you turn sixteen and it has to be a kiss on the lips.
Teaser:
Dean’s had his fair share of disappointment in his life. The whole soulmate thing has really screwed him over. Every time he thinks he’s found someone, there’s the inescapable proof that they’re not the one. If the one even exists out there for him. Things get a whole lot more complicated when he meets twins Castiel and Jimmy, and finds himself attracted to both of them…
Teaser: Jimmy’s barely gone when Castiel reappears. “Jimmy behaving himself?”
“Yeah.” Now that Dean’s gotten used to Jimmy’s voice, hearing Cas’ deep timbre throws him off for a split second. “Tells me you two plan on going into business together. How come you didn’t tell me that?”
Castiel shrugs. “I mentioned wanting to start a business, I’m sure. I suppose I forgot to mention the specifics of it. Besides, Jimmy has more fun telling people about it. It’s his baby, I’m just there to support him.”
“I thought you’d be doing the flowers.”
This makes Castiel’s eyes go wide and his ears go red. Did he manage to actually embarrass Castiel? Unflappable, always composed Cas? Dean wants to interrogate him more on the flower thing, but Cas cuts him off by pointing toward the bar.
“I know he probably showed you some examples, but he only shows off the obvious things like Valentine’s Day and Birthdays. You should ask him about his ‘unique occasion’ cards.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What the hell are ‘unique occasions’?”
Jimmy steps up to the table with a manic smile on his face. “Did someone say ‘unique occasions’?” He hands off his beer and shakes out his arms a little and turns around. When he turns back, Jimmy starts talking in this cheesy, showman voice. “Tired of not having a card to mark the important—and not so important—occasions in your life? Birthday cards are a dime a dozen, but where are you going to turn to when you need something more specific? The answer is simple: Greetings and Carnations, a store designed just for your apology, celebratory, and other gift-related needs. Any time a situation arises that calls for something more than a text message, don’t worry, we’ve got a card for that.”
“Is he for real about that?” Dean asks Cas.
Cas is deadly seriously as he answers, “Yes. Tell him, Jimmy.”
Jimmy’s smile is so bright, so big and open, that it shouldn’t fit on a face that looks like Cas’. But somehow, it does. “Accidentally forget to take out the trash like your spouse asked? We’ve got a card for that. Get caught by your boss at an amusement park on a sick day? We’ve got a card for that. Lose your neighbor’s pet while they were on vacation? We’ve got a card for that. Your boyfriend run out on you because he met his soulmate and you want to tell him to suck it? Hell, we’ve got a card for that too!”
Any enjoyment Dean had in the situation dissolves right then and there. His face freezes in this mix between amusement and pain.
The twins share an alarmed look before Jimmy blurts out, “Oh fuck, did that happen to you?”
Major Tags: soulmate!au, dean with low self-esteem, twincest, bottom!cas, top!dean, top!jimmy, bottom!jimmy, buttplugs, blowjobs, handjobs, 69, masturbation, mentions of light bondage, mentions of facials, threesome, recreational drinking, dry humping, child abuse (both are 18 at the time), infidelity, drinking as a coping mechanism, underage (two 16 year olds), mentions of pegging
Pairings: Dean/Jimmy, Dean/Castiel, Castiel/Jimmy, Dean/Castiel/Jimmy, Prior Dean/Others (Lisa, Aaron, Lydia, Benny, Cassie), Minor Anna/Jo, Minor Dorothy/Charlie, Minor Chuck/Becky, Prior Cas/Others (Balthazar, Crowley, Meg, April), Prior Jimmy/Others (Amelia, Daphne, Nora, April)
Summary: It only affects maybe twenty percent of the population, but when you first kiss your soulmate, sparks fly. Not literally, but the feeling is real enough for those who experience it. There are two catches: it only works after you turn sixteen and it has to be a kiss on the lips.
Teaser:
Dean’s had his fair share of disappointment in his life. The whole soulmate thing has really screwed him over. Every time he thinks he’s found someone, there’s the inescapable proof that they’re not the one. If the one even exists out there for him. Things get a whole lot more complicated when he meets twins Castiel and Jimmy, and finds himself attracted to both of them…
Teaser: Jimmy’s barely gone when Castiel reappears. “Jimmy behaving himself?”
“Yeah.” Now that Dean’s gotten used to Jimmy’s voice, hearing Cas’ deep timbre throws him off for a split second. “Tells me you two plan on going into business together. How come you didn’t tell me that?”
Castiel shrugs. “I mentioned wanting to start a business, I’m sure. I suppose I forgot to mention the specifics of it. Besides, Jimmy has more fun telling people about it. It’s his baby, I’m just there to support him.”
“I thought you’d be doing the flowers.”
This makes Castiel’s eyes go wide and his ears go red. Did he manage to actually embarrass Castiel? Unflappable, always composed Cas? Dean wants to interrogate him more on the flower thing, but Cas cuts him off by pointing toward the bar.
“I know he probably showed you some examples, but he only shows off the obvious things like Valentine’s Day and Birthdays. You should ask him about his ‘unique occasion’ cards.”
“Okay, I’ll bite. What the hell are ‘unique occasions’?”
Jimmy steps up to the table with a manic smile on his face. “Did someone say ‘unique occasions’?” He hands off his beer and shakes out his arms a little and turns around. When he turns back, Jimmy starts talking in this cheesy, showman voice. “Tired of not having a card to mark the important—and not so important—occasions in your life? Birthday cards are a dime a dozen, but where are you going to turn to when you need something more specific? The answer is simple: Greetings and Carnations, a store designed just for your apology, celebratory, and other gift-related needs. Any time a situation arises that calls for something more than a text message, don’t worry, we’ve got a card for that.”
“Is he for real about that?” Dean asks Cas.
Cas is deadly seriously as he answers, “Yes. Tell him, Jimmy.”
Jimmy’s smile is so bright, so big and open, that it shouldn’t fit on a face that looks like Cas’. But somehow, it does. “Accidentally forget to take out the trash like your spouse asked? We’ve got a card for that. Get caught by your boss at an amusement park on a sick day? We’ve got a card for that. Lose your neighbor’s pet while they were on vacation? We’ve got a card for that. Your boyfriend run out on you because he met his soulmate and you want to tell him to suck it? Hell, we’ve got a card for that too!”
Any enjoyment Dean had in the situation dissolves right then and there. His face freezes in this mix between amusement and pain.
The twins share an alarmed look before Jimmy blurts out, “Oh fuck, did that happen to you?”
Major Tags: Minor character death, Canonical character death, Loss of faith, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol abuse, AU - human, non-graphic(-ish) sexual content between men
Pairings: James Novak/Amelia Novak, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester/Castiel
Summary: James Novak met the love of his life when he was ten, by the time he was barely thirty his life revolves around finding the next thing to help him forget that she and their daughter are dead. Then one day he breaks his usual pattern and enter one green eyed man singing in a bar bringing him home.
It’s a story about all consuming loss but far more important is it a story about new beginnings and hope.
Teaser:
It’s another half hour of songs he mostly doesn’t know but which seem even more
hauntingly beautiful for it, before the green eyed man puts down his guitar to the sparse but genuine applause of the patrons; Jimmy has a hand wrapped around his still almost full beer bottle and eyes half closed in concentration trying to hear every word from the stranger’s mouth. It’s only the strong arm wrapping itself around his shoulder that keeps him from falling to the floor as warm, soft lips press against his cheek and a smiling voice whispers,
“I’m so happy to see you.”
Another bottle’s placed in front of them and the arm’s pulling Jimmy closer to the stranger, insistently yanking until he gets the hint and gracelessly tumbles from the bar stool into the man’s firm chest punching a startled laugh from him and then a hand pressed against the small of his back leads Jimmy towards a table in the dark corner, guiding him down on the couch-like seating, the stranger sliding in, crowding him against the wall. The musician takes a long, slow drag of his beer, lids closing over green eyes in enjoyment and Jimmy’s eyes are glued to the way the man’s Adam’s apple goes up and down as the cold liquid makes its way down the man’s throat. Not until the movement stops does he raise his gaze once more locking eyes with the stranger, transfixed by the way his green eyes seem to darken as the bottle is slowly taken from his (Jimmy’s eyes drop to look) slightly reddened and wet looking lips.
There’s no telling who moves first, but there’s no denying the heat soaring through him as he opens his mouth to grant access to the stranger’s tongue, the taste of him exploding on Jimmy’s taste buds and it’s all too much or maybe in no way enough as it washes over him, sweeps him away on a wave of things he hasn’t felt for so painfully long; there’s no way to process it beyond the feeling of his skin being too tight to contain him or the way flames lick over his skin where they’re connected. Their lips and the musician’s hands making their way under Jimmy’s shirt, calloused fingers rubbing gentle circles on his skin even as the man leans closer, nips at his lower lip only to pull away with a light smile. The green eyed man’s voice is hoarse and impossibly deeper than before when he says,
Major Tags: Minor character death, Canonical character death, Loss of faith, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol abuse, AU - human, non-graphic(-ish) sexual content between men
Pairings: James Novak/Amelia Novak, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester/Castiel
Summary: James Novak met the love of his life when he was ten, by the time he was barely thirty his life revolves around finding the next thing to help him forget that she and their daughter are dead. Then one day he breaks his usual pattern and enter one green eyed man singing in a bar bringing him home.
It’s a story about all consuming loss but far more important is it a story about new beginnings and hope.
Teaser:
It’s another half hour of songs he mostly doesn’t know but which seem even more
hauntingly beautiful for it, before the green eyed man puts down his guitar to the sparse but genuine applause of the patrons; Jimmy has a hand wrapped around his still almost full beer bottle and eyes half closed in concentration trying to hear every word from the stranger’s mouth. It’s only the strong arm wrapping itself around his shoulder that keeps him from falling to the floor as warm, soft lips press against his cheek and a smiling voice whispers,
“I’m so happy to see you.”
Another bottle’s placed in front of them and the arm’s pulling Jimmy closer to the stranger, insistently yanking until he gets the hint and gracelessly tumbles from the bar stool into the man’s firm chest punching a startled laugh from him and then a hand pressed against the small of his back leads Jimmy towards a table in the dark corner, guiding him down on the couch-like seating, the stranger sliding in, crowding him against the wall. The musician takes a long, slow drag of his beer, lids closing over green eyes in enjoyment and Jimmy’s eyes are glued to the way the man’s Adam’s apple goes up and down as the cold liquid makes its way down the man’s throat. Not until the movement stops does he raise his gaze once more locking eyes with the stranger, transfixed by the way his green eyes seem to darken as the bottle is slowly taken from his (Jimmy’s eyes drop to look) slightly reddened and wet looking lips.
There’s no telling who moves first, but there’s no denying the heat soaring through him as he opens his mouth to grant access to the stranger’s tongue, the taste of him exploding on Jimmy’s taste buds and it’s all too much or maybe in no way enough as it washes over him, sweeps him away on a wave of things he hasn’t felt for so painfully long; there’s no way to process it beyond the feeling of his skin being too tight to contain him or the way flames lick over his skin where they’re connected. Their lips and the musician’s hands making their way under Jimmy’s shirt, calloused fingers rubbing gentle circles on his skin even as the man leans closer, nips at his lower lip only to pull away with a light smile. The green eyed man’s voice is hoarse and impossibly deeper than before when he says,
Major Tags: Minor character death, Canonical character death, Loss of faith, Unhealthy coping mechanisms, alcohol abuse, AU - human, non-graphic(-ish) sexual content between men
Pairings: James Novak/Amelia Novak, Dean Winchester/Castiel, Jimmy Novak/Dean Winchester/Castiel
Summary: James Novak met the love of his life when he was ten, by the time he was barely thirty his life revolves around finding the next thing to help him forget that she and their daughter are dead. Then one day he breaks his usual pattern and enter one green eyed man singing in a bar bringing him home.
It’s a story about all consuming loss but far more important is it a story about new beginnings and hope.
Teaser:
It’s another half hour of songs he mostly doesn’t know but which seem even more
hauntingly beautiful for it, before the green eyed man puts down his guitar to the sparse but genuine applause of the patrons; Jimmy has a hand wrapped around his still almost full beer bottle and eyes half closed in concentration trying to hear every word from the stranger’s mouth. It’s only the strong arm wrapping itself around his shoulder that keeps him from falling to the floor as warm, soft lips press against his cheek and a smiling voice whispers,
“I’m so happy to see you.”
Another bottle’s placed in front of them and the arm’s pulling Jimmy closer to the stranger, insistently yanking until he gets the hint and gracelessly tumbles from the bar stool into the man’s firm chest punching a startled laugh from him and then a hand pressed against the small of his back leads Jimmy towards a table in the dark corner, guiding him down on the couch-like seating, the stranger sliding in, crowding him against the wall. The musician takes a long, slow drag of his beer, lids closing over green eyes in enjoyment and Jimmy’s eyes are glued to the way the man’s Adam’s apple goes up and down as the cold liquid makes its way down the man’s throat. Not until the movement stops does he raise his gaze once more locking eyes with the stranger, transfixed by the way his green eyes seem to darken as the bottle is slowly taken from his (Jimmy’s eyes drop to look) slightly reddened and wet looking lips.
There’s no telling who moves first, but there’s no denying the heat soaring through him as he opens his mouth to grant access to the stranger’s tongue, the taste of him exploding on Jimmy’s taste buds and it’s all too much or maybe in no way enough as it washes over him, sweeps him away on a wave of things he hasn’t felt for so painfully long; there’s no way to process it beyond the feeling of his skin being too tight to contain him or the way flames lick over his skin where they’re connected. Their lips and the musician’s hands making their way under Jimmy’s shirt, calloused fingers rubbing gentle circles on his skin even as the man leans closer, nips at his lower lip only to pull away with a light smile. The green eyed man’s voice is hoarse and impossibly deeper than before when he says,