katie is now bubblegum. pass it on.

Ghosts. The guy was looking for ghosts. Yeah, definitely a bit out there…but, at least he had a sense of humor. ‘Judge less’, he’d said. Well, Murphy wasn’t judging. At least, not really. Crazy is relative, after all, and so long as it kept people happy or occupied he hadn’t a care in the world for whether they were all there or not. The only thing he judged was what the Lord told him too, and, well, that would be pretty crazy in most people’s books. “Ain’t m’ place. I ‘hear t’ings’, after all.”

"C block’s where most’a th’ shit’s at. ‘m in D, m’self, but they like ta have th’ inmates do th’ cleanin’ if ye couldn’ tell an’ I’ve happened by there a time or two. Heard, an’ seen, a few t’ings I probably shouldn’t have. Plenty’a talk goin’ around if ye know what ta listen fer." Like Theo, the brute in 26C, who’d been found hanging from the ceiling when it shouldn’t have been possible. Or the guy in 5 whose body had been battered with no foreseeable reason why. They blamed it on insanity, said he did it to himself before ramming his skull into the wall until it cracked and his lights went out.

"If that fits yer bill, then C’s where ye wanna go. Inn’t limited ta cells, though. Shit happens everywhere." But, what did he know. He wasn’t some self-claimed ‘ghost expert’. This was just a waypoint to lay low in before the window for a planned escape opened up. 

Dean arched his brow at the inmate, looking him over when he was told that he hears things and he wondered briefly if he was the guy he should be talking to. Then again, the crazy saw more things than the presumed 'normal' people. A few of his good friends were of the crazy kind and shit, it wasn't like he could judge, he'd done some pretty crazy shit in his time on Earth.

"C Block, Sam, my brother, is already checking out the joint, that's why I was creating a distraction," he told him with a wriggle of his eyebrows, listening to the man with a seriousness littering his face. "I suddenly have the urge to check on him," he told him with a rough frown, his lips pressing into a straight line of worry.

"Where else had this been happening, anywhere specific?" he asked the man, still frowning. They had to salt and burn any remains, but first they had to find them and god forbid if they were off the grounds—hopefully they could count on Castiel for that, though.

Sam popped off, not wanting Dean to come yet. He looked in his brothers eyes, pure lust on his face "gonna slip my cock in you now big brother, just relax and let me do the work."

This was the part that Dean was nervous about, he didn't—he'd never bottomed before, Hell he'd never topped before, he'd just been with women this entire time and now his brother was about to put his monster cock inside of him. Sue him, he was a little wary. Swallowing hard, Dean licked at his dry lips and gave a less than manly whimper. "Don't think it's gunna fit, Sammy," he growled, his legs still spread and his eyes wide.

Castiel’s eyes were full of confusion and fear, but the closest he got to obeying was sitting on the edge of the bed, stiff and fists clenching over his knees as he tried to look anywhere but Dean but drawn to watching his best friend and charge undress.

He knew about how his vessel wasn’t one to judge people for their sexual beliefs, just as he himself didn’t judge anyone. But at the same time, he was an angel of the lord, sure he was kicked during the spat with Raphael.

But all the same, give him a war and he’ll plot a way to win no matter what the other side does. Give him a sexual encounter, and he’ll flee in a heartbeat.

It was only because it was Dean that he remained.

Barely.

"D-Dean… My vessel is… Unusually heated. I’m struggling to cool it down." he admitted helplessly, breathing sharp as he swallowed hard, wide scared eyes flicking over at Dean.

And again, it was the same celestial being in the brothel, terrified to get close to any living thing there.

"Don't worry, Cas," Dean smirked at him. "Just no fluttering off like a scared little bird. I promised you something once, and I'm determined to keep that promise, I ain't gunna let you die a virgin."

Slipping the material of the white shirt over his shoulders, baring tanned, smooth skin, the hunter smiled at his friend, the angel, and walked closer as the garment hit the ground with a rustle. As he stopped directly in front of Castiel, Dean's hands dropped to unhook the black belt at his waist, dragging it from his pants with a rattle, tossing it aside with another knowing smirk.

"It's normal you know, that hot feeling," he told him reassuringly as he paused, reaching out and grabbing his friend by his blue tie, reeling him in and connecting their lips gently, going slow with the virgin angel.

New Beginnings / Destiel

Castiel moaned, holding Dean closer as he rutted against him. “Ok..” He said, because really how was he going to deny him now,especially when he’s doing what he’s doing. Cas looked around to see if there were any on lookers, and luckily there wasn’t. There wasn’t any time to spare to ward off any other Alphas.

He looked between the two houses, deciding it would be best to go to Dean’s, since his was only half furnished. He growled, something filthy and dirty, when Dean rutted against him again. “God, Dean…” He held him closer, gripping his hips. “Come on gorgeous, we gotta get you inside.” He said nudging Dean a little toward his house.

Panting heavily, Dean had to pause to gain some control of himself, shifting against him, his dick sensitive and rubbing against his jeans and he finally made to move away from the other male, pulling from his hold to move awkwardly towards his home.

He was still panting by the time he got to the front door and he pushed it open going inside and turning walking backwards to watch as he dragged his t-shirt back up over his head, letting the man know just how much he wanted him. He licked at his dry lips, face flushed with the fever of needwant that overcame him, in fact if he didn't know any better, the moment he'd seen Castiel his heat had started, being brought on by this potential mate. He scrambled at his jeans and dragged them down to show he was wearing nothing underneath, the male kicking them away, now naked. "Tell me how much you want me."

the danger is i'm dangerous, and i might just tear you apart.

The darkness sweeping into town ensured peace was just an offhanded wish. It wasn’t going to happen anytime soon and what they were about to face was unlike anything else. The town was even more of a hotbed for supernatural activity and while Derek wanted to leave it all behind, he knew he couldn’t. This was partly his fault and he wanted to once again try and right the wrongs done either directly or indirectly. A lot of it was thanks to Peter as well but he really didn’t like thinking about his twisted uncle more than he had to. Stupid Peter.

Moving through the trees after exploring a bit, Derek wiped his hands on his jeans and started to head over to the house when he felt it. The prickle of being watched and while most would chalk that up to paranoia — Derek knew better. Huffing under his breath, Derek felt out around him through all his senses minus his sight since he had his back towards whatever was following him. He picked up on a lone heartbeat and the scent of a man. A rather musky scent at all. Rolling his eyes, Derek used his speed to suddenly appear at the driver’s side of the door. It would seem as if he disappeared from sight and was suddenly reappearing here.

"Why are you following me?" Derek demanded, glaring at the guy who was stupid enough to do such a thing. "I’m not much for being watched but maybe if you buy me dinner first," Derek continued, folding his arms across his chest with a look of disdain.

Jumping a little, Dean looked up at the man and swore, "Shit man, don't do that!" he complained with wide green eyes. He rubbed at hand over his face and licked at his lips, trying to think of how to approach the subject without this guy throwing his fist down his throat.

Putting the breaks on, and turning off the engine, Dean stared at the man, not being put off at all by the look on his face. In fact the male's green eyes glinted challengingly and pushed the door open, stepping out and facing him properly. It was probably a stupid thing to do, considering that this guy could very well be a werewolf and even possibly an Alpha—he had the right kind of personality for it, from what he'd found out in his research and by how he stood right now, in front of him, with his arms tucked toughly over his chest.

"My name is Dean WInchester and well... there's been strange shit going on—which I'm pretty sure you're aware of. Deaths, murders, animal killings," he told him, watching him very carefully, his shoulders stiffening and his chin lifting, the man showing no fear and letting the other male know that he was on to him. "Your name came up a lot and I'm not making any threats—yet, but I'm here to see if what I've heard is true, and by the looks of this place.... I think we're both aware there's something about you..."

He decided to jump on into the fire, instead of just stirring the ashes.

"...I don't have anything against werewolves per say," he said, arching his brows and stepping one step closer. "It's killing I have a problem with, the killing of innocent people. Humans in general."

Tricks Up The Sleeve

"What the hell are werewolves even weak to?" Ryan had tried everything to keep his wolf at bay—silver, crosses, raw meat. And he couldn’t seem to find any wolfsbane. Not that he could recognize, anyway. It was getting closer to the full moon and his wolf tended to get a bit testy. Ryan was learning how to control it, however, but sometimes, it really did help to get a bit of assistance from a home remedy. So there he stood, in the middle of the woods, trying his best to find something that looked like the pictures of wolfsbane he had found on Google only ten minutes before the full moon. "Fuckin’ bitch-ass werewolf making me one of them. Like to see them come out here and scavenge for fucking herbs like a 70 year old gardener…"

Arching his brow as he stood behind a tree having followed the male he'd learned was a werewolf, Dean watched on before he shook his head and stepped out, a stick snapping under his boot. "You won't find any wolfsbane here, kid, it's too dry, you gotta look in damp soiled places. Lucky for you I got some back at my car."

"Though, I'm not going to lie, it's not going to do much to help you. In fact it's more likely to make you shift rather than stave it off," Dean explained, tapping his shotgun against his leg to let the kid know he had a weapon and hoping the look on his face let him know that he'd use it if he needed to. "I do, however have this," he said and held up a necklace with a white stone hanging from it [link]. "Its Hecatolite, also known as Moonstone, and if you answer my questions right, I'll give it to you to help stop you from transforming and then I won't have to blow off your head."

[open]

Castiel still looked at Dean and continued spinning the knife slowly. He could see how hard Dean was thinking about what the demon had just said, like his brain had a difficult time registering what just been said. Cas smirked when Dean finally spoke, it was obvious that the hunter was already interested by the way his voice dropped a few octaves. “I think we all know what kind of company I’m looking for, Dean,” he said even more seductively if that was even possible. Cas made the knife drop to the table and he leaned against the table, looking at Dean.

"Come with me, Dean, you won’t regret it," he purred, got up from the leather couch, grabbed the knife he had accidentally taken from Dean and grinned again.

Accidentally his ass.

Dean leaned in towards Castiel and grabbed his wrist, looking smug before he stole the knife back, sliding it back into place before he looked Castiel over, thinking about it. He thought about the risks and what he could learn by going with him and finally he nodded, figuring he'd probably regret not going as much as he'd regret actually going.

"Alright," he told him, moving around the table to stand in front of him, swaying slightly from the alcohol. "What are we waiting for, Cas?"

Better have pie or I'm leaving, a working man needs pie.

Balthazar felt the human respond deliciously, speeding up, taking him deeper into that wet heat and that sinful tongue that would put the Devil to shame.

Balthazar growled his complaint when the other pulled off, too far gone to respond instantly, hooded eyes flickering with his Grace as he opened them to look at Dean, but the glow was gone as soon as it came.

"Either. Bottom." he breathed before his head dropped back down and he groaned, legs spread wider for the human as he arched his back, hoping to coax him with the sight to do something more.

Either. Bottom. If Dean hadn't been so aroused, he would have laughed.

His eyes dropped to the sight Balthazar was giving him, his mouth going dry and his dick giving a twitch before he was reaching out to circle his thumb around his pink entrance, rubbing at the sensitive skin before he grabbed a hold of the older man's thigh, pushing it back towards his chest to expose him more, leaning against his leg as he did.

"Damn," he breathed before he grabbed at the other leg too, pushing that back and bending him enough that it would make it easier and without any warning at all, Dean dropped his head down and licked right against his entrance, with a wet, willing tongue, feeling the flesh tremble against it. He made a small sound before he was swiping lick after lick over him, leaving the skin glistening and wet.

Permafrost || CLOSED

"Snowing? Really?! I never would have guessed!" Justin shot back with a quiet laugh. He lifted one hand and ran it through his short hair, the melted snow soaking into it and making it stand up. "Well, there’ll be plenty of both at the cabins. I can guarantee you that."

Even though he hadn’t planned on staying at the cabins, more just lazing in one night before going further along the trial, he figured kipping out in one wasn’t such a bad idea either. And for the first time in as long as he could remember, he’d actually have a bit of company. The stand of three cabins felt way too empty when a person was there by themselves. Sighing quietly, Justin turned his face up into the sun for a moment, relishing in the warmth that it spread throughout his body. “Well… there’s actually three of them. Old family campground really, mostly  for the kids, but… times are different now, I guess,” he admitted with a shrug. “Path’s back through that stand of trees. Can’t get to them by car, I’m afraid, though.” He passed a glance over the car with an almost apologetic glance. “Sorry. That beauty’s gotta stay here.”

When the male gave him shit, Dean couldn't help but grin in return, finding the man to be a bit of a smartass—kind of in that way Sam had always been, it was good. He liked it. 

"Damnit," he expressed when he was told he'd have to leave his baby behind. He shrugged his shoulders and went around to the trunk, unlocking it and getting his duffel bag from it, adjusting a few things before he was slamming it closed and turning to look at the man. He was going to feel bad for leaving his car out here, but it was in the middle of nowhere so it wasn't likely that she get stolen or anything, plus if he locked her up, she'd be safe.

Finally, after he'd locked the impala up, Dean walked towards the other male and his horse, drying his hands on his shirt and reaching out as he got close, offering him his hand.

"I'm Dean Winchester, pleased to meet you man, and... you know, thanks for this, I've spent too many nights sleepin' in the car, gets kind of cold sometimes—not to mention cramped."

Blindly and boldly, ye with little faith.

Castiel glared down to Dean thinking he wasn’t listening or paying attention and felt himself gasp slightly biting his lip to the hips grinding his slightly a small groan escaped him from no where. He knew Dean wouldn’t be himself unless he joked around a bit or be a pervert, the grip to his hips proved it unknowingly rolled his hips down on Dean’s hands gripping the hunters. His gaze softened to Dean when he was serious and didn’t stop himself to leaning down and kissing Dean’s face avoiding his mouth for now. “Dean… please tell me you understand why I care about you like this.” he whispered against his lips, foreheads pressed together.

"I get it, Cas, I understand," Dean mumbled softly, his lips parting as his fingers pressed tighter, just enjoying the way Castiel's flesh felt under his rough grip. "I get it, don't get why, but I understand alright," he said breathlessly, lashes fanned over his cheeks.

Once again he pushed his hips up, a distraction to how intimate the moment had become, a movement to stop himself from feeling so overwhelmed by Castiel and his intensity. He shifted his head, following the hot breath that brushed over his cheek and he found Castiel's mouth with his own, capturing it and moving their lips together slowly, wantonly, his tongue flicking out to slip deep into the others mouth.