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 Pet Debacle, or: That Time Dean Resented The Twins for Not Speaking Up. Again.
Tags: Cas and Jimmy are Twins, Twincest, Cat vs Dog Debate, Secrecy, Dean’s Low Self-Esteem, Blow Jobs, Crack fic (sort of), Established Relationship, Bottom!Dean, Top!Cas, Top!Jimmy, Switch!Jimmy, Masturbation, Voyeurism (of sorts?), Dean in Panties, (mention of) Double Penetration
Summary: Dean should have known better. After five years of being in a relationship with Cas and Jimmy Novak, he usually knew when the twins were up to something. But somehow he’d missed it this time around, and now he has to deal with the consequences, which include being interrupted during blowjobs by the whispering twins. Dean is sure that they are keeping something from him, but he can’t for the life of him figure out what that ‘something’ is.
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
Summary: Castiel and Jimmy lived their whole lives away from their twin always feeling like something was missing. After a drunk night Castiel wakes up to see that his lover didn’t only just look like him because he was drunk, but because he was Castiel’s literal identical twin. They continued their relationship long after that night, but after Jimmy starts a new job and flirts with one of his boss’ brother’s, could that be the end of their happiness or the beginning of something enchanting?
Excerpt:
“Who the fuck are you?” His voice sleep rough and still a little gone from moaning last night.
“Jimmy,” the other answered, his voice slightly higher than Castiel’s.
“No, I mean, yes I wanted to know your name, but why do you look like me?!”
“I – I don’t know. I think I need a few shots in me to clear this one up.”
Castiel couldn’t agree more and got up and walked to his door, he looked back to see if the other was following him. He thought about it at the last second and walked back picking up the pink lacy panties he had on the night before from the floor only to see the same pair in green next to him. He locked eyes with the other man before laughing and straightening up to pull them on. He rummaged through his drawer and grabbed two pair of sweats, one for him and for Jimmy to wear. He was going to need Gabe for this, so they needed clothes.
He threw the green panties and the sweats onto the bed by Jimmy and walked out the door calling back on his way out, “I’ll be right back. Beers in the fridge over there.”
“What the shit Cassie? You know I need my beauty sleep, it’s only eleven am, it’s too early to be awake on our day off,” his brother called from inside his apartment on the way to open the door.
“I know, but I have a problem. Beers waiting for you on my table. Send away tall dark and handsome and come over.“
He left and walked back across the hall seeing that Jimmy had listened to him. He grabbed his own beer and took two huge swallows before going to pee while he waited for his brother.
((I would like to note that Castiel and Jimmy only Switch twice in the story, other than that Jimmy is Top and Castiel is Bottom, but Dean is always Top.))
Summary: Jimmy wanted to live forever. Cas was supposed to be an incorruptible Doctor. A chance meeting brings forth the stunning truth. Boredom leads them across ocean to the Worlds Fair right into the hunting grounds of Dean Holmes and his accomplice Sam. Will this the end of Jimmy and Cas or the start of a beautiful partnership?
Tags/Warnings: Mentions of torture. Slight dubcon. Top!Jimmy. Bottom!Cas. Bottom!Jimmy. Top!Dean.
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.