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maliciouslycreative · 6 years

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Written for: @jhoomwrites reverse emoji ficlet challenge!

Prompt: 🦄❄️😲🏜️🎟️ (unicorn, snowflake, astonished face, desert, ticket)

Ship: Deancasjimmy

Words: 1949

Rating: T

Dean thought it would be funny to take the twins to the arcade for their 30th birthday. Sure the three of them had spent plenty of time there in their youth, wasting afternoons and carefully budgeting out their spare change.

Little had changed about the arcade in that time except for the games themselves. It was now showing its age and Castiel wasn’t so sure about this. Couldn’t they just go have a nice dinner and then-

“Oh my god.” Jimmy said, eyes wide and mouth hanging open.

“What?” Castiel and Dean said in unison, glancing around the arcade in worry.

“That!” Jimmy pointed above the ticket counter and slowly walked forward in a trance.

Hanging from the ceiling was a giant white unicorn with a glittery rainbow tail and mane.

“Jimmy, no.” Castiel groaned.

“Jimmy yes!” Jimmy said in excitement and he bounded up to the ticket counter. “I need as many tokens as it will take to win that unicorn!”

The girl behind the counter stared at Jimmy with a mixture of confusion and horror. “Umm...”

“We’ll start with $20.” Dean shot her a broad smile as he handed her a 20.

“Sure… whatever.” The girl handed Dean a handful of tokens and went back to pretending to do work.

Dean shrugged and handed some coins to Jimmy and Castiel. “Alright boys, let’s win us a giant unicorn.”

“God I love you.” Jimmy kissed Dean on the cheek and then dashed off to find his game of choice.

With a sigh Castiel accepted his tokens. “I suppose we better help him or we’ll never get out of here.”

“Aww come on, Cas. We used to have so much fun here. And I think I spot some pinball machines in the back. You gonna be my pinball wizard one more time?”

Castiel rolled his eyes but he couldn’t help the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

After nearly two hours and more money than Castiel would like to think about the three of them had only amassed ¼ of the total tickets required for the stupid unicorn. He was on his way to the counter to buy a drink when he happened to glance outside. It was snowing. Fuck. By the looks of it there was little chance of the snow stopping soon.

With a new determination Castiel marched over to the ticket counter. “How much to just buy the unicorn?”

The girl’s eyes widened and she stepped back to distance herself further from Castiel. “That’s not… you can’t just buy the prizes. Look, I’d like to help you out but there are rules and I kinda want to keep my job.”

“Listen,” Castiel squinted at her name tag. “Krissy, I don’t want to cause any problems. I just think it’s unlikely that my brother will leave until he wins that unicorn. And I’m sure you-”

“Son of a beaver!” Jimmy yelled as he lost some game and proceeded to make rude gestures at it.

“You’d like to have a nice quiet day.” Castiel finished.

Krissy stared at Jimmy with concern. “OK, look, normally I wouldn’t do this...” She chewed on her lip and glanced at Castiel nervously. “But there’s like this dude, Cole or something, he comes in every week and I just hate his guts. He has all the high scores on the DDR machines and likes to gloat about it. He’s made kids cry and I just can’t stand him.”

Castiel glances over at the DDR machine and was filled with both a sense of relief and dread. “So you would like us to beat his score.”

“I just want to see him knocked down a peg.”

“Alright.” Castiel let out a sigh and stalked towards Dean who was failing miserably at ski ball.

“Dean, I need you to beat the high score on that DDR machine.”

“What?” Dean squeaked and dropped the ball he was holding. He turned scared eyes on Castiel. “You know… I swore that off after college. I nearly failed a term of school because I had a PROBLEM.”

Castiel studied Dean carefully for a moment before he sighed. “Normally I wouldn’t suggest this. I also admire you for the restraint you’ve shown over the last several years. But I feel the only way we’re going to get Jimmy out of here is if that unicorn comes with him. The girl behind the counter has agreed to part with the unicorn if we can beat some top scores on DDR. Apparently there’s a Cole-”

“Cole? That...” Dean’s eyes narrowed and he stalked over to the DDR platform to check the scores, “son of a bitch...”

“Dean there are kids here...” Castiel said weakly.

Seeing the commotion Jimmy wandered over. He gave Castiel and Dean concerned looks. “So… what’s going on?”

“Gimme some coins. I got this.” Dean held out his hand expectantly until Jimmy tentatively placed some coins in Dean’s hand. Dean put the appropriate amount in the machine then slammed the rest on the ledge. “You all are just lucky this is a DDRX machine.” He groused as he aggressively pushed the screen.

“Hey, umm, it’s OK, Dean.” Jimmy tentatively stepped closer but Dean just shot him a glare.

“If you want to help, hold my crap.” Dean pulled his keys and wallet out of his pocket and shoved them into Jimmy’s hands. “Now step back so that I don’t accidentally hit you or something.”

With that being said Dean hit the start button then placed both hands on the bar behind himself as he waited for the song to start.

Ay, iyaiyai Ay, iyaiyai Ay, iyaiyai Where's my samurai

There was a few seconds more of the song and then arrows began flowing up the screen. It was obvious Dean was out of practice but as the song progressed he seemed to get more into it and ended with a decent combo.

“Holy shit, did he just like do Butterfly on AAA doubles?” Krissy stared at Dean, astonished.

“You should have seen him in his prime. He could perfect that song blindfolded with no bar. He hasn’t played in what… 7 or 8 years?”

Jimmy shrugged. “Something like that. God I forgot how hot it was watching him dance.”

“Well I guess he sometimes plays with Sam’s kids on their console but he pretends to be really bad. it’s pretty adorable.” Jimmy smiled softly.

Krissy’s mouth made a little o. “I’m gonna be like right back...” She quickly scurried back behind the counter and began digging around for something.

The twins shrugged and turned their attention back to Dean who was starting Butterfly again. This time he did it nearly flawlessly.

When the song ended Dean turned to the twins, eyes full of joy. “This feels so good!” He frowned and bit his lip. “I know I promised-”

“Dude, please just keep dancing because you’re so hot and I want to see that perfect ass of yours moving to the beat.” Jimmy said, excited.

Dean gave Jimmy a lopsided smile. “Well when you put it like that...” Dean turned back to the machine and cycled through the songs, glancing at the high scores. “Let’s see what I got to work with here… oh Cole you think you can beat me at my best song? It’s been years but I’m taking you down.”

Dean shrugged out of his flannel and tossed it behind himself, Castiel managed to catch it before it hit the floor. Castiel was about to chastise him but Dean already had the song selected and had his hand’s on the bars, waiting for the song to start.

With the first few beat’s Castiel’s breath caught in his throat. God this song brought back memories. Long afternoons spent doing homework in sitting next to Dean while he challenged random people in the arcade to dance against him. Jimmy hopelessly trying to dance with Dean. Dean passionately kissing Castiel after he’d won an unofficial DDR competition and nearly getting banned from the arcade for it.

“Is it bad that this is kind of giving me a boner?” Jimmy whispered into Castiel’s ear.

Castiel shivered. “No, because I totally have one too.” He whispered back.

When the song ended Dean made a disgusted noise. “Not a high score.”

“That was still really-” Jimmy started to say but Dean cut him off.

“No, I can do better. I just need some...”

Krissy thrust a bottle of water at Dean. “Here you go, on the house. Please beat that asshole.”

Dean grabbed the bottle and chugged some of it. “Thanks kiddo, my mouth was feeling like a fucking desert.” He pulled up his shirt to wipe some sweat off his face and showed off his glorious stomach. Normally Dean would be so embarrassed he did this but he was too amped up on adrenaline to notice. He thrust the bottle back and Krissy eagerly took it and cradled it close to her chest. “Alright, let’s make some high scores.”

By Dean’s sixth attempt they’d amassed a small crowd. Nearly everyone in the arcade was now standing around the platform watching Dean. Sure his dancing wasn’t as graceful as it had been in college but it seemed that through sheer muscle memory Dean was getting increasingly higher scores. The song ended and his score came up.

“Wow, 4th place!” some guy shouted and pumped his fist in the air.

Dean spun on him and said. “Just wait a few minutes and watch me take first!” He jumped off the platform and held out his hand which Krissy placed the water bottle in.

“Wow, you’re like so cool.” Krissy said, a large grin on her face.

“Thanks, kiddo.” Dean grinned back at her before chugging the rest of the water. He handed her the now empty bottle then gestured towards the back of the arcade. “I gotta hit the head then I’m going to make some high scores guys, gals, and non binary pals.”

Some of the crowd cheered at Dean as he jogged towards the washroom.

“We’re going to have to buy him some DDR games, aren’t we.” Jimmy glanced at Castiel.

“Yes.” Castiel said.

When Dean bounded back onto the platform a minute later the small crowd reformed and cheered at him. It was obvious he was getting tired but though sheer stubbornness, and an overwhelming desire to beat Cole he started Trigger again.

It was magnificent watching him dance. Castiel reached out his hand and entwined his fingers with Jimmy. He figured with all of the crowd watching Dean nobody would notice this stolen moment of affection.

When the song ended they all waited with baited breaths until “NEW HIGH SCORE” flashed across the screen.

“YES, IN YOUR FACE!” Dean yelled at the screen. He then excitedly keyed in DW. “Cas, Jimmy, get up here and take a selfie with this score so I can gloat about this forever.

Cas rolled his eyes but the twins climbed up there and took a selfie with Dean.

After the crowd had dissipated the three headed over to the counter where Krissy was waiting, a huge smile on her face, and the unicorn sitting on the counter.

“Thanks so much you guys, here’s your unicorn. And like I need whatever tickets you got so I can at least pretend you won this.”

“Of course,” Jimmy handed over his tickets and then took the giant unicorn into his arms. “I’m so happy to have you, buddy.” He turned to Dean and grinned. “You’re the best boyfriend.”

The three of them headed towards the door; Dean and Jimmy arguing over who was the better boyfriend. Castiel smiled because this was a perfect birthday.

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sharkfish · 6 years

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@remmyme you want to finish my dcj reverseverse fic? i think you read everything i’ve written when i did it a couple months ago. i wrote the first 1k and they have been stuck at the very beginning of a blowjob for ages.... i think you would do a really good job with this.

or if anyone else thinks they might be interested in finishing a dcj reverseverse porn-with-feelings......

the first 1k below the cut if anyone is interested. dean is an angel and cas and jimmy are hunters.

Cas and Dean are the ones with the profound bond, but Jimmy kisses Dean first.

Dean allows it for only a brief, surprised moment before he jerks away. “Dude,” he says, “what the fuck?”

Cas is staring, the bottle of tequila seemingly forgotten in his hand. “We talked about this,” he says to Jimmy.

“I got impatient. Sue me.” Jimmy grins, easy as anything, but it fades at the look in Dean’s eyes.

Cas drops the bottle on the table next to the bed and stalks out of the room. “I’ll stay in the car tonight,” he tosses over his shoulder. “Have fun.”

Dean follows quickly so Cas barely has a cigarette lit before Dean is leaning up against the side of the Continental next to him. “I wouldn’t do that to you,” Dean says, leaning over to bump his shoulder against Cas’s, the one branded with Dean’s handprint.

“Do what to me? I don’t have a claim on you.”

“I meant -- you know. You and Jimmy.”

“What are you talking about,” Cas says, voice too flat to really be a question.

“Cas, come on. I’ve been inside you. I’m not an idiot.”

When Cas doesn’t respond, Dean reaches out and grabs the cigarette out of his hand, taking a long drag. He comes away coughing and Cas cracks a smile before stealing it back.

“Shit,” Dean says, “you guys still haven’t…? I thought for sure, after everything…”

Cas rolls his eyes and says nothing.

“Come back inside,” Dean says, “I got an idea.”

Cas drops the mostly-smoked cigarette and grinds it out with the heel of his boot before following Dean back into the hotel room.

“I ain’t doing this without Cas,” Dean announces to Jimmy.

“Doing what?”

“You. I want both of you or neither. I’m not choosing.” Dean raises an eyebrow, a challenge, as Jimmy glances between the two of them.

“You want to fuck us both,” Jimmy says.

“See?” Dean says with a grin. “I’ve been telling Cas you’re smart.”

“We’ve, ah, never done that before,” Jimmy says. He takes a gulp straight out of the mouth of the bottle of tequila, then holds it out for Cas. Dean grabs another beer out of the mini-fridge -- he never feels any effects of alcohol but is fond of this IPA all the same.

“First time for everything,” Dean says. He shrugs out of his leather jacket and lays it over the back of one of the rickety chairs sitting around a small table. “You in or not?”

Cas and Jimmy stare at each other for a long moment, a silent conversation Dean can’t hope to interpret. “Ok,” Jimmy finally says, and Cas gives a curt nod. Jimmy glances between them. “Kiss him, Cas.”

Cas’s eyes land on Dean. They’re so fucking intense, just like always, and Dean stands there drowning, just like always, until Cas takes a step forward, grabs him by the back of the neck, and reels him in. Cas’s kiss is rough and all-consuming and tastes like straight tequila, no chaser, and Dean reaches his hands up to tangle in Cas’s hair where it curls around his ears.

Off to the side, Dean hears Jimmy’s breath catch, but then Cas’s tongue is back in his mouth and he loses track of everything for long moments. Cas pulls away with a harsh bite to Dean’s lower lip, then spins Dean by the hips and shoves him towards the bed where Jimmy is still reclining. “Jimmy’s turn,” Cas says.

Dean smirks over his shoulder, then crawls into the bed on his knees, body hovering over Jimmy’s before he leans down to meet his mouth. Jimmy kisses with less finesse, less thoughtful, but gentler, too. The tip of his tongue dips to trace over Dean’s teeth as one of Cas’s hands drifts from the back of Dean’s neck down his spine. Dean groans and reaches backwards to palm at Cas’s denim-clad hip, jerking him closer.

“Shit,” Jimmy murmurs as Dean pulls back.

“Yeah?” Dean says. He strips his own shirt off his head, tosses it onto the empty bed, then reaches to slide Jimmy’s shirt up his stomach. “Off. You too, Cas.”

Jimmy is covered in scars. Dean’s mouth goes immediately to what looks like claw marks scraping over his clavicle and down his chest, and Dean’s lips and tongue trace the line of them down to bite at Jimmy’s nipple. “Shit,” Jimmy repeats, arching his body upwards to press into Dean’s mouth.

“Cas used to have lots of scars, too,” Jimmy says. “Guess you fixed ‘em. Other than the handprint.”

Dean turns to look at Cas, gaze lingering at the reddened, swollen flesh of his shoulder. “I like it,” Dean says. Cas rolls his eyes but flushes pink at the same time. “Anyway, how else would I tell you apart?”

“Shut up,” Jimmy says, laughing, and jerks Dean back into a kiss.

Cas’s mouth presses to the top knob of Dean’s spine, bites at the meat of his shoulder. “Fuck, you’re toothy,” Dean mutters up against Jimmy’s mouth.

“Too hard?”

“Fuck no. Don’t stop.”

Cas bites again, sucks hard, and now Dean has four hands on his torso, Cas’s hands wrapping around his hips and Jimmy’s sliding down his chest and belly to press against where he’s getting hard in his jeans. Dean kisses and nips down Jimmy’s neck, teeth scraping while Jimmy squirms under him.

“Jesus, you’re hot,” Dean says, tongue dipping between Jimmy’s collarbones. “You too, Cas.”

“We’re identical,” Cas says dryly.

Dean twists, grabs Cas into another bruising kiss while Jimmy watches with dark eyes. When they part, Cas says, almost too quietly to hear, “You’re perfect, Dean.”

“Take off your pants,” Dean says.

“I had no idea you were so bossy,” Jimmy says as his and Cas reach for their belts.

Dean grins, eyes darting between the two of them as jeans and then boxers are stripped off. Jimmy and Cas both have absolutely sinful hip bones, matching dark hair trailing beneath their navels to lead to hard cocks, the tips shining wet. Dean licks his lips, watching Cas’s hand wrap around the base of his own cock and stroke once.

“Well?” Jimmy says. “You gonna suck him?”

Dean rests his lips just off-center on Cas’s chest, over his heart, for a brief moment before kissing wetly downwards. Cas shudders once, and then again harder as Dean licks away a drop of pre-come from the head of his cock.

“Holy shit,” Jimmy says.

#dcj #deancasjimmy #sharkwrites #reverseverse #dcjsquad

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felixjoyful · 7 years

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Crack DCJ

Jimmy was pissed. When Jimmy was pissed, he became petty. Dean and Castiel had been bossing his around a l l d a y . And sure, they had rebuild Castiel’s ex vessel for the sole reason that the Angel and the Demon couldn’t agree on who was the most dominant on the relationship, and don’t get him wrong, Jimmy adored being their sub, but he needed to show them exactly how bratty he could be.

So, he could for them. A hearty pasta dish, with oily sauce. And, oh, their faces when they smelled the deliciousness on the table that night. Already they were covering him with praises. Jimmy disguised his knowing smile with pretend shyness.

“I did it for my perfect masters.” He punctuated his sentence with a healthy bite.

Still unsuspecting, they followed his lead. Immediately, Dean coughed out smoke while Castiel’s eyes watered.

“What the hell??” Dean spluttered. “How in Heaven…” Castiel spat.

Jimmy took another bite, coy.

“Spaghetti cooked in holy water…” Dean sent him a death glare. “Dressed with holy oil.” Castiel went red from righteous rage.

Jimmy spent the night tied up and full, just how he liked it.

#deanjimstiel #dcjsquad #dom!dean #dom!cas #sub!jimmy #angel!cas #demon!dean #vessel!jimmy #crack ficlet

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dcjbigbang · 5 years

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Beautiful

by @taymeelove for the @dcjbigbang

Rating: E Wordcount: 7163

Story Summary :James Novak was every bit of the description of his name; a follower. He followed his parents orders to be an actor. He followed his managers orders to be a train wreck. He would have followed his publicity stunt of an alpha boyfriend had it not been for the night that he followed a scent that lead him to finally following his own dreams and become open to a world he never knew of.

This was a 3 person team up and i really enjoyed working with folks on this one so please be sure to check everything out!

Link to story

@dragonpressgraphics Art Masterpost is on A03

@dmsilvisart’s art here

#dcjbb #dcjbb2019 #Dean/Cas/Jimmy #Dean/Cas/Jimmy Big Bang #DeanJimstiel #dcjsquad #taymeelove #dragonpressgraphics #dmsilvisart #Art #Beautiful #submission

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profound-boning · 6 years

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misha: In episode 1402, Cas befriends two small demons.

#misha #west #maison #mishacollinsnet #scrunchnet #profoundnet #omegadeannet #glassesdeannetwork #adorablecocklesnet #dcjsquad #2014casnet #mine: 300

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princessjimmynovak · 6 years

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AU where Cas actually changes his fucking clothes

#and looks damn good in them #if I do say so myself #castiel #theroadsofararchive #spn fan art #my art #dcjsquad #jimmynovakappreciationnet #these are actually my clothes #in case you didn't see the other post

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vampamber · 7 years

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King Sized

SPN Rare Ship CC: Round 14 | @vampamber vs. @andromytta

Prompt: red leaves and king sized candy bars

Ship: Dean/Cas/Jimmy (DCJ)

Word Count: 1242

Tags/Warnings: incest/twincest, Halloween, trick or treating, pointless fluff, background Sam/Eileen, original Sam/Eileen child character

Summary: Dean and his boyfriends Cas and Jimmy take Sam's kid trick or treating, and Dean can't help but reminisce over his relationship with the twins that changed his life.

AO3 Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12497332

“Twins?” Sam had asked when Dean had explained to him about his boyfriends a few months after Sam’s wedding.

“Yes,” Dean had answered, trying to not laugh at the comically confused expression on his little brother’s face.

“You’re dating twins?” Sam had asked again, still not grasping the concept, even though Dean knew him to be at least vaguely intelligent.

“Yes,” Dean had answered again.

“Both of them?”

“Yes.”

“At the same time?”

“Yes,” Dean had answered, finally starting to get annoyed. So much for the smart college graduate.

“I… actually don’t know how to deal with that, Dean,” Sam had said, looking defeated.

“Good thing they’re my boyfriends and not yours then, Sammy,” Dean had teased him.

The entire time, Eileen had just been nodding along in complete understanding. “That’s actually kind of hot,” she had finally replied, catching on to Dean’s need to lighten the mood. He knew he had liked his new sister-in-law for a reason. “Maybe I went for the wrong brother?” Yeah, she was definitely a keeper.

“Eileen,” Sam had gasped and stared at his wife, surprised. Dean and Eileen had both just laughed in amusement.

That had been six years ago, but Dean still smiled as he remembered it. The sounds of children giggling and happy screams brought him back to the present. He had volunteered to take Sam and Eileen’s four year old son trick or treating, since Eileen’s eight month along belly made walking a bit uncomfortable right now. Dean had figured they could use all the rest they could get before his niece made her appearance, if Henry’s infancy was anything to go off of. The hyperactive puppy child was giving a perfect example of this as he ran ahead of the three adults, then ran back, and kept this up until Dean was exhausted just watching him.

Dean had managed to convince both of his boyfriends to come with him tonight, especially when he had found out this entire neighborhood was well known for everybody giving out king sized candy bars. Jimmy had been up for it instantly, already talking out loud to himself about all the chocolate-y possibilities. Cas, on the other hand, had been a much harder sell. “C’mon Cas, they’re giving away freaking king sized candy bars,” Dean had begged.

“If you want candy bars so badly, Dean, I can go to the store and buy you some,” Cas had countered, not even bothering to close his book.

“But trick or treating is awesome, bro,” Jimmy had tried, though he was just as unsuccessful when Cas shook his head again.

“It’ll be fun, I promise,” Dean had tried. Still no luck. He gave a quick look to Jimmy, and their plan was set.

Dean and Jimmy had given Cas simultaneous pleading puppy dog eye looks that would rival Sam’s, and Jimmy even went so far as to let out the tiniest of whimpers. Dean had made a mental note to tease Jimmy about being a drama queen later, but for now it had worked. Cas had let out a tortured sigh and put a bookmark in before closing his book. “Fine, I’ll go with you two. But I’m not wearing a costume.”

The pout Cas was sporting right now looked perfect with the black cat ears and tail the other two had all but forced him into wearing, and the scowl fit great with the wobbly whiskers Henry had insisted on drawing onto Cas’ face. Dean and Jimmy had a field day about it earlier, teasing him about looking like Grumpy Cat. On the other hand, Dean had went all out and was currently dressed as Indiana Jones, whip included, and much to Dean’s excitement Jimmy had chosen of his own free will to dress as one of Dean’s biggest fictional crushes, Han Solo. Dean was definitely planning on getting some good use out of that costume later, but for now they were walking around the fancy smancy neighborhood at the other end of town from where both Sam’s and Dean’s houses were, just to snag a few king sized Snickers bars.

“What reason do you have to look so down, Cas?” Dean teased. “You look adorable.” He sidled up to his boyfriend and squeezed him in a side hug before giving him a family friendly peck on the cheek.

“Dean’s right, Cassie,” Jimmy joined in on the teasing while grabbing his twin from the other side to mirror Dean’s hug. “Those ears look great on you. We might hafta keep them around, if you know what I mean,” he said with a leer to his voice. They both laughed as Cas blushed and tried to hide his face.

While the brothers never exactly went at it like rabbits when Dean wasn’t around, they never shied away from each other when it was the three of them. In the bedroom they weren’t brothers, weren’t twins, they were just Cas and Jimmy, Dean’s two unbelievably sexy boyfriends. That wasn’t to say there wasn’t the occasional kiss or the random caress outside of their bedroom, and Jimmy had the wicked little habit of pinching both Cas and Dean’s butts when they weren’t looking. They were all smart enough to not show too much affection outside of their home, at least. It had taken a while for Sam to understand, and it had taken a lot of patient talks with Eileen to get him there, but Dean’s triad relationship had finally been accepted by the only people that truly mattered as far as Dean was concerned.

“Uncle Dean! Uncle Cas! Uncle Jimmy! Hurry up, we gotta get all the houses!” Henry called out from a few yards away. Teasing Cas about his adorable ears would just have to wait until later, apparently. The pre-schooler started kicking at a pile of leaves in his impatience. Orange, yellow, and red leaves flew everywhere as the three adults tried to catch up with him but he was off like a flash on his way to the next house.

“Slow down kiddo, and wait for us old folks,” Dean called after him, and was promptly smacked playfully by both of his boyfriends, who happened to be two years older than him. “Hey, I have a thing for older guys, okay?” Dean joked, before getting smacked once again.

“You’re an idiot, Dean,” Cas joked back.

“But we love you anyway,” Jimmy finished for his twin.

“And I love you guys too,” Dean replied, no longer joking. Outside of Sam and his family, Cas and Jimmy were Dean’s entire universe.

“Guys, hurry up, this one has king sized Kit Kats,” Henry yelled, interrupting the touching moment.

“I do really like Kit Kats,” Cas said, though he was still trying to sound pouty. It wasn’t working well, though.

“That’s the spirit, Cas,” Dean said and grabbed his boyfriend’s hand.

“Told you trick or treating was awesome,” Jimmy said, coming around to grab Dean’s other hand.

“I still think it’d be easier to just go to the store and buy the candy bars,” Cas grumbled. But as grumpy as he pretended to be, he still took off quickly to get to the house giving out his favorite chocolate treat. Dean and Jimmy giggled and gave each other a look before rushing off after him. Spending time with his boyfriends was always great, but when you added in tons of free king sized candy bars, Dean was pretty much in Heaven.

#spnrareshipcc #dean/cas/jimmy #andromytta #dcjsquad #fanfiction #dcj #pointless fluff

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