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!
Title: The Great Bedroom Disaster of 2018
Author: @ladyofthursday
Rating: Mature
Word Count: 1520
Summary: When Cas and Jimmy decide to surprise Dean for their anniversary with new, fun things they’re sure it will be a night to remember. Unfortunately, it might not be for the reasons they were hoping for…
Tags/Warnings: Established Relationship, Cas and Jimmy are twins, light dom/sub, light bdsm, everything is safe sane and consensual, sensation play, restraints, blindfolds, Dean in panties, fluff and smut, Switch Dean, Switch Cas, Switch Jimmy
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
Pairings: prior Dean/Benny, prior Dean/Cassie, Castiel/Jimmy, Castiel/Jimmy/Dean, Castiel/Jimmy/lots of people (including Meg, Cain, Daphne, Balthazar, Ruby, Cesar, and Jesse), Charlie/Gilda/Dorothy
Summary: All his life Dean’s been a dragon trainer, but necessity forces him to accept a new job as personal guard to Princes Castiel and Jimmy. It’s not all bad though: the pay and benefits are great, he still has time to spend with his dragon Impala and brother Sam, and he’s been friends with the twins for years. When Dean learns that the twins are actually together, well, that’s when things start to get interesting.
Aside from being in a relationship, the twins also have a friendly rivalry going. Every time foreign nobles and dignitaries come to visit, they compete to see who can seduce them first. Which is fine, it’s none of Dean’s business anyway. He’s certainly not jealous. Of course not. Okay, maybe a little.
Once the twins realize Dean returns their interest in him, they can abandon the competition and the solution for their pining becomes obvious: seduce Dean Winchester.
Teaser:
“There’s not really a lot going on each and every day,” Cas explains to Dean.
“SItuationally, sure, there’s a ton of things you’ll need to worry about.” Jimmy adds, grinning. “Make sure we don’t get knifed at some ball. Typical.”
Cas rolls his eyes. “Aside from the occasional fear of being knifed, our Dad is more focused on us just being where we need to be and living our lives safely. Uriel escorted us around, supervised meals and meetings, made sure our needs were met.”
Jimmy stifles a laugh at this. Dean raises an eyebrow quizzically, but Cas either didn’t notice or refuses to acknowledge it.
“Then again, Uriel was also not truly our friend. He had worked as our guard for years and years and that was it. You on the other hand are someone we truly care for and have known casually for many years outside of our relationship as royal family and employee. So I think—”
“I think good ol’ Dad made the right choice hiring someone who will actually laugh at our jokes and want to sit down when we’re all hanging out,” Jimmy finishes Cas’s sentence, winding an arm around Dean’s shoulder. “Trust us, this’ll be fun.”
Their first meeting is dull enough that he instantly regrets attending. Only Castiel’s continued pinches under the table keep him from falling asleep, though it does cause a minor kicking match that’s only resolved when their older brother Michael coughs and pointedly looks in their direction. Dean’s low chuckle behind them makes Jimmy think their brother’s ire was worthwhile if it means getting to hear Dean’s laugh.
“You should take this more seriously,” Michael tells them at lunch. “You’re princes, in line for the throne—”
“Yeah, like… fifth in line,” Jimmy complains. “Unless you, Hannah, Hael and Inias all decide to drop dead, then we don’t even need to know this stuff.”
Michael balks at that. “You’re still princes. You represent all of Lawrence, whether it be at home or abroad, and it’s important that you are abreast of current issues relevant to the realm—”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ve gotten my share of the realm’s breasts.”
He’s never seen Michael so red as in that moment as he splutters uselessly. Castiel abruptly intercedes by making an excuse for them to leave, grabbing Jimmy by the scruff of his neck and getting them out of there before their eldest brother can regain enough composure to speak.
As soon as they’re out in the corridor, Dean doubles over in laughter. “Oh man, you two didn’t say I’d have to protect you from getting clobbered by your own brother. Is it treason if I have to defend you from him, or is it treason if I let you guys get your asses kicked?”
“Both,” Castiel says calmly. “But don’t worry. There are are two of us and only one of him. Three of us, actually, counting you, so we’ll win just fine. It’s getting out of trouble that would be the hard part.” He starts walking towards the courtyard. “We may as well go meet the mages and get in some extra practice since we can’t finish our meal.”
“You’re the one who dragged us out of there!” Jimmy laughs. “Personally, I would’ve loved to see what Michael actually said.”
“He’s going to be king eventually. Don’t get us on his bad side, or he’ll send us to the frosty northern provinces to live out our lives studying frost gnomes.”
“As long as I’ve got you to cuddle up with and keep me warm, I’ll be fine.”
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.
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.
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.
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.