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!
Summary:
When Sam and Dean enter a tattoo parlor on Sam’s
birthday Dean’s drawn to Castiel, the grumpy owner, and his twin brother
Jimmy. Right away he learns that Cas and Jimmy are in an incestuous
relationship and the adjustment period is surprisingly easy. After
Dean, Cas, and Jimmy get together Jimmy drops a bombshell - he wants to
bring a couple of friends into their bed for a night. The problem? None
of them know anyone they trust outside of Benny and Sam. And Jimmy
really, really, really wants Sam to fuck him.
Tags: AU, first time, angst, angst with a happy ending, teacher Sam, server Dean, tattoo artist Jimmy, tattoo artist Cas, d/s undertones, dom Cas, sub Dean, pain kink, ink kink, piercing kink, group sex, top Cas, top Benny, top Sam, bottom Dean, bottom Jimmy.
Pairings (other than D/C/J): Cas/Jimmy, Sam/Jimmy, Dean/Cas/Benny, Dean/Sam/Cas/Jimmy, Sam/Dean
Posting date: May 17th, 2017
Summary: When Sam and Dean enter a tattoo parlor on Sam’s birthday Dean’s drawn to Castiel, the grumpy owner, and his twin brother Jimmy. Right away he learns that Cas and Jimmy are in an incestuous relationship and the adjustment period is surprisingly easy.
After Dean, Cas, and Jimmy get together Jimmy drops a bombshell - he wants to bring a couple of friends into their bed for a night. The problem? None of them know anyone they trust outside of Benny and Sam. And Jimmy really, really, really wants Sam to fuck him.
Teaser:
Cas and Jimmy close up shop and Dean can’t stop looking at them. The way Jimmy laughs and slides his hand up Cas’s arm is… interesting.
“Hey, Sammy,” Dean says, clapping him on the back. “Ready to hit up a bar? We could stop by your place first and -”
“Nah, I think I’m just gonna take a cab home.”
Dean frowns. “No way! It’s your birthday, dude. That’s not happening.”
“I know you wanna fuck around,” Sam says, voice low. “I’ll just get in your way.”
“It’s your birthday. I wanna hang out with you, Sammy. Yeah, the twins are hot, but I can just grab their number, no big deal.”
“Too bad,” Sam says, stepping away from him. “I really just need to leave. Okay? I need some space.”
“At least let me take you home. Do you really want people seeing you when you’ve got come in your underwear? C’mon, man. Don’t be like this.”
Sam gives him a dirty look. “Goodbye, Dean.”
Then he stalks off.
Fuck.
How could he have screwed the night up already? It wasn’t even midnight!
“Hey, Dean. Are you all right?” Jimmy asks as he sidles up to him. “Why’d Sam leave? Thought it was his birthday.”
Dean runs a hand over his face. “I don’t really wanna talk about it if that’s okay with you.”
Jimmy nods. “I understand. Um, I know this is weird, but would you like to hang out?”
Dean bites his lip and presses closer to Jimmy. “I know just the place.”
Twenty minutes later they pick a booth at Denny’s - Dean takes one side and the twins are on the other. Jimmy drapes an arm over Cas’s shoulders and Cas tries to shrug him off but Jimmy keeps touching him until Cas sighs, giving into his brother. Dean orders a bacon cheeseburger, Cas gets a sampler platter and Jimmy chooses the bacon lover’s blt.
“Shit. You might like bacon more than I do,” Dean says with a laugh.
“He’d live off of it if I let him,” Cas says, shaking his head.
“That’s because bacon is amazing,” Jimmy says, tone serious.
Cas shrugs. “I prefer steak. A nice filet mignon. Maybe a prime rib. Bacon is fine. I also feel as though this conversation is useless. How about we talk about the obvious?”
“Which is?”
“You want Jimmy.”
Dean chokes on his water then licks his lips. “Yeah, maybe I do. So what?”
“What if I want you, too?”
“Uh.” Dean rubs at the back of his neck. “That could get complicated, but I’m sure we could work something out.”
“Before this goes any further there’s something you should know.”
“Oh no,” Dean teases. “That’s not very reassuring. You’re not serial killers are you?”
Cas snorts. “Hardly.”
Jimmy glances around Denny’s to make sure no one is eavesdropping and lowers his voice. “We fuck.”
“Come again?” Dean asks, because he could not have heard that right.
“My brother likes to hold me down and fuck me until I scream,” Jimmy says with a heated look.
Cas reaches out and steals some of Dean’s fries, eyes darker than Jimmy’s. “Can you handle that, Dean? Or are we wasting our time?”
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.
Competition and racing are nothing new to Castiel and Jimmy Novak. Since leaving behind college athletics and settling down into their professional lives, however, it’s gotten harder to scratch that competitive itch. Now Jimmy’s swimming skills and Cas’s running abilities have earned unexpected attention, and they’ve been pressured into creating a relay team for the “Escape from Alcatraz” triathlon. All they need is a cyclist who can keep up.
Dean insists he is not an athlete. He’s not about to back down from a challenge, though, so he’ll do whatever he has to do, as far outside his comfort zone as it may take him. Finding fast new best friends in the Novak twins should make that stretch easier for him, but instead, as he can’t help falling in love with not one, but both twins, things just keep getting a whole lot more complicated.
Teaser:
“So that’s about two miles, halfway around the loop,” Cas said. “Not bad at all. Now, tell me something, Dean. If you were on your bike, and you were looking at that…” he gestured to the trail ahead of them. “What would you do?”
Dean crossed in front of Cas and looked down. They had apparently reached the top of the hill; in front of them was a much steeper descent than the gradual trail they’d ascended. It was rocky, and the dirt path twisted and turned sharply around the small obstacles all the way to the bottom.
“Well,” he said slowly, “main rule of downhill cycling is ‘don’t do anything sudden.’ Keep your eyes well ahead of where you are, and don’t panic and hit the brakes. You’ll kill yourself trying to stop, so once you’re in, commit.”
“Good,” Cas said, smiling. “Same goes for running downhill. Stay loose, stay light, and don’t try to dig in your heels and slow down. I’ll go, then Jimmy. Give us a good head start, just in case somebody falls.” And with that, he took off, bombing down the slope. Dean’s jaw dropped slightly, watching; rather than looking clumsy, Cas seemed to float from ridge to ridge, occasionally using flat rocks as springboards to propel himself forward. He made the treacherous run look effortless, arms loosely held out for balance.
“Fuckin’ beautiful, isn’t he?” Jimmy said quietly. He was smiling fondly, shaking his head; the words were so close to what he’d been thinking himself, they caught Dean off guard, and he couldn’t help staring. With a quick inhale and a wordless shout like a war cry, Jimmy plunged after Cas. He lacked the runner’s grace of his brother, but he made up for it in sheer exuberance, barreling forward with abandon. Dean half expected to see him trip at any moment, but core strength and luck seemed sufficient to keep him upright and moving.
Watching the twins tear down the hill, Dean couldn’t stop laughing, full of vicarious pleasure. The message was clear, watching them go: no second-guessing, no time for doubt. That wasn’t always an easy step for Dean, but when it felt right…he took a deep breath, blew it out, and committed.
Summary: Life was good for Jimmy and Cas Novak. They had successful careers, good friends, and a relationship that, while unconventional and hidden from public view, was almost entirely perfect. And they thought the same was true for their best friend, Dean. A late night phone call makes it startlingly clear that was not the case. After nearly losing Dean to suicide, all three began to reevaluate exactly what they wanted in life – and who they want that life with.
Summary: Life was good for Jimmy and Cas Novak. They had successful careers, good friends, and a relationship that, while unconventional and hidden from public view, was almost entirely perfect. And they thought the same was true for their best friend, Dean. A late night phone call makes it startlingly clear that was not the case. After nearly losing Dean to suicide, all three began to reevaluate exactly what they wanted in life – and who they want that life with.
Excerpt:
Jimmy groaned when Castiel’s phone rang, a tinny version of Ramble On alerting them that it was Dean calling. “Leave it.”
“It’s Dean,” Cas said shortly, as if it were self-explanatory. He stretched to reach his phone from where they lay, while continuing to touch as much of Jimmy as possible.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t want to hang out earlier. Ain’t gonna happen in the middle of the night.”
Jimmy knew he sounded petulant, but he couldn’t help it. Dean Winchester was the Novak twins’ best friend. For the past several years, they’d done everything together.
Well, maybe not everything, he thought as he tilted his face out from the pillow to watch his brother’s muscled torso flex in the dim light. Not that Jimmy would mind opening their friendship up to more. He was pretty sure that Castiel would be into it too; their emotional connection with Dean (both separately and as a unit) was deeper than anything they had shared with anyone except each other.
Castiel managed to grab the phone. Jimmy, still buoyed on a wave of endorphins, tangled his hands with Castiel’s to make it more difficult to answer.
Castiel batted his hand away, laughing in spite of himself. He brushed a quick kiss across JImmy’s lips before answering.
“Hello, Dean.”
Jimmy made another grab for the phone, and Castiel pushed himself up to sitting to get the phone out of Jimmy’s reach. “Dean?” he repeated. Jimmy settled for lazily running his fingers along his brother’s spine.
“Dean? Are you there?” Castiel’s brow furrowed in consternation.
Jimmy looked up questioningly, and Castiel shrugged. “Butt dial?” Jimmy suggested, rolling over to rest his head on Castiel’s thigh. Cassie should just hang up, he thought, and let them get back to the afterglow.
Castiel put the phone on speaker and held it between them. They could hear soft sounds of movement, some uneven breaths. Jimmy glared at the phone. “He’d better not have ditched us for a booty call, and then butt-dialed us during it!”
Castiel frowned at him. Jimmy tended to be a little possessive of Dean, preferring not to be reminded of their friend’s conquests. It made him more than a little brusque.
“Should I hang up?”
“Well, I definitely don’t want to hear it!” Jimmy scoffed.
Castiel moved his thumb over the disconnect button just as Dean’s slurred voice came through the speaker.
“Cas?”
“I’m here, Dean.”
More breathing and the dragging sound of the phone being shifted. Jimmy sat up, exchanging worried looks with Castiel. Something was wrong. He had heard Dean drunk, high, even beaten up that one time, but this was different.
“Dean, please talk to me.”
Dean’s voice was quiet and shaky. “I think I … I was wrong, Cas. m'sorry.”
“What do you mean? What’s going on?”
“Sorry, Cas … you gotta tell Jimmy, Sam, ‘kay? Tell ‘em, sorry.”
“Dean, whatever it is, we can help fix it. Where are you?”
“Cassie?” Jimmy whispered when there was no reply.
Summary: Life was good for Jimmy and Cas Novak. They had successful careers, good friends, and a relationship that, while unconventional and hidden from public view, was almost entirely perfect. And they thought the same was true for their best friend, Dean. A late night phone call makes it startlingly clear that was not the case. After nearly losing Dean to suicide, all three began to reevaluate exactly what they wanted in life – and who they want that life with.
Summary: Life was good for Jimmy and Cas Novak. They had successful careers, good friends, and a relationship that, while unconventional and hidden from public view, was almost entirely perfect. And they thought the same was true for their best friend, Dean. A late night phone call makes it startlingly clear that was not the case. After nearly losing Dean to suicide, all three began to reevaluate exactly what they wanted in life – and who they want that life with.
Excerpt:
Jimmy groaned when Castiel’s phone rang, a tinny version of Ramble On alerting them that it was Dean calling. “Leave it.”
“It’s Dean,” Cas said shortly, as if it were self-explanatory. He stretched to reach his phone from where they lay, while continuing to touch as much of Jimmy as possible.
“Yeah, well, he didn’t want to hang out earlier. Ain’t gonna happen in the middle of the night.”
Jimmy knew he sounded petulant, but he couldn’t help it. Dean Winchester was the Novak twins’ best friend. For the past several years, they’d done everything together.
Well, maybe not everything, he thought as he tilted his face out from the pillow to watch his brother’s muscled torso flex in the dim light. Not that Jimmy would mind opening their friendship up to more. He was pretty sure that Castiel would be into it too; their emotional connection with Dean (both separately and as a unit) was deeper than anything they had shared with anyone except each other.
Castiel managed to grab the phone. Jimmy, still buoyed on a wave of endorphins, tangled his hands with Castiel’s to make it more difficult to answer.
Castiel batted his hand away, laughing in spite of himself. He brushed a quick kiss across JImmy’s lips before answering.
“Hello, Dean.”
Jimmy made another grab for the phone, and Castiel pushed himself up to sitting to get the phone out of Jimmy’s reach. “Dean?” he repeated. Jimmy settled for lazily running his fingers along his brother’s spine.
“Dean? Are you there?” Castiel’s brow furrowed in consternation.
Jimmy looked up questioningly, and Castiel shrugged. “Butt dial?” Jimmy suggested, rolling over to rest his head on Castiel’s thigh. Cassie should just hang up, he thought, and let them get back to the afterglow.
Castiel put the phone on speaker and held it between them. They could hear soft sounds of movement, some uneven breaths. Jimmy glared at the phone. “He’d better not have ditched us for a booty call, and then butt-dialed us during it!”
Castiel frowned at him. Jimmy tended to be a little possessive of Dean, preferring not to be reminded of their friend’s conquests. It made him more than a little brusque.
“Should I hang up?”
“Well, I definitely don’t want to hear it!” Jimmy scoffed.
Castiel moved his thumb over the disconnect button just as Dean’s slurred voice came through the speaker.
“Cas?”
“I’m here, Dean.”
More breathing and the dragging sound of the phone being shifted. Jimmy sat up, exchanging worried looks with Castiel. Something was wrong. He had heard Dean drunk, high, even beaten up that one time, but this was different.
“Dean, please talk to me.”
Dean’s voice was quiet and shaky. “I think I … I was wrong, Cas. m'sorry.”
“What do you mean? What’s going on?”
“Sorry, Cas … you gotta tell Jimmy, Sam, ‘kay? Tell ‘em, sorry.”
“Dean, whatever it is, we can help fix it. Where are you?”
“Cassie?” Jimmy whispered when there was no reply.
Summary: Life was good for Jimmy and Cas Novak. They had successful careers, good friends, and a relationship that, while unconventional and hidden from public view, was almost entirely perfect. And they thought the same was true for their best friend, Dean. A late night phone call makes it startlingly clear that was not the case. After nearly losing Dean to suicide, all three began to reevaluate exactly what they wanted in life – and who they want that life with.