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I’ll Just Get Off By Myself

Paring(s): Dean Winchester x Castiel

Summary: Dean snaps at his Dom, Cas, and gets punished in a... creative way.

Square(s) Filled: "I guess I'll just get off all by myself" for @anyfandomkinkbingo, spanking for @spnkinkbingo

Tags: 18+, Dom!Castiel, Sub!Dean, spanking, masturbation, punishment, aftercare, praise kink, anal play, fluff, smut

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: When I first told @treat-winchesterswith-kindness this idea, she was like, “you’re sadistic”. But then she read it and I’ve changed her mind. I have no idea where I got it from, I think I read it in a fic back in like, 2012 (???) and it just came to my mind when I was writing this fic. Anyways, I hope you guys enjoy. Don’t judge me. Beta’d by my loves @treat-winchesterswith-kindness and @deangirl93 🤍 GIF is mine.

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“I guess I’ll just get off all by myself, then,” Dean shrugged, crossing his arms and tilting his head in an act of defiance, as he watched Cas stop in his tracks and turn around slowly.

“What did you just say?” His voice was deeper than usual, a mix of disbelief and anger seeping into his words.

“I said,” Dean took a step towards him, standing his ground, “I guess I’ll just get off all by myself.”

Cas looked like he didn’t quite know how to respond to that. Maybe it was his fault for throwing himself into his work so much so that Dean had felt neglected. They weren’t anything exclusive – not technically – but neither of them were seeing anyone else. It wasn’t just because of the great sex they were having with eachother, either. They didn’t want to see anyone else. Not that they’d ever admit that to one another.

Cas sighed, mimicking Dean’s stance only a few feet across from him, his arms folding over his chest causing his biceps to bulge underneath his suit jacket which didn’t go unnoticed by Dean. “Will you, boy ?” Cas finally said in response to Dean’s claim, his eyes squinting as his head tilted to the side. He took another step closer. “Because you remember what happens when we break rules, right?”

Dean scoffed and rolled his eyes. Whether it was on purpose or not, it pissed Cas off just the same. “Wasn’t aware there were still any rules to follow.”

“And what’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve been so preoccupied with your work that you haven’t so much as glanced in my direction. We haven’t fucked in a week. It’s been even longer since we’ve done a proper scene. What the hell do you expect me to do, Cas? Wait ?”

“Yes, actually,” Cas retorted. “I am sorry that I have been… busy lately. This is just a huge case, but it will be over soon, I promise.”

“Yeah? When is ‘soon’?”

Cas took a deep breath. If Dean was trying to push every last button he had, it was working. “Next Thursday, hopefully. But if you can’t wait until then, go ahead.”

Dean’s face morphed into one of confusion. “Go ahead?”

“Go ahead,” Cas repeated. “That is what you want, isn’t it? A release? I can’t guarantee that it’ll be as pleasurable if you do it by yourself but I can’t stop you, if that’s what you want to do.”

“So you’re givin’ me permission?”

“I’m giving you a choice, like I always do. You can wait and we can have a good time, or you can get off right now and face the consequences.”

Dean ran his hand down his face in frustration as he bounced anxiously on his toes, trying to weigh the pros and cons of each choice. Next Thursday was a whole eight days away. No way in hell could he wait that long. If he got off now, it’d all but force Cas to do something about it, right? Maybe not something he’d like, but it’d be something . But then that wouldn’t be being a very good boy, and Dean does like how Cas rewards him when he’s been good. But, fuck that. He’d get a reward anyway after whatever punishment he’d have to suffer through.

“God, fuck you, man,” Dean finally said after some thought.

Cas raised his eyebrows. “I assume this means you’re not going to wait?”

“No. Fuck you and your waiting. My balls are gonna fall off.”

“You’re sure?” Cas asked, the same way he always does – his way of giving Dean one last out to make the right choice.

Dean responded by trying to walk past him to the bedroom, but Cas caught him by his arm in a firm grip.

“What?” Dean hissed.

“I’m allowing you to make your choice, but you’re going to make it right here.”

Dean gulped. “Cas –”

“Go get a towel and the lube and come right back,” he ordered, his blue eyes a shade darker than normal.

Dean debated locking himself in the bathroom as he made his way towards it, but figured that whatever punishment he was going to receive for choosing this and mouthing off was already going to be bad enough.

He was back in the living room in no time, a towel and bottle of lube in hand, staring at Cas as he waited for further instructions. Cas had sat down on the couch, his case papers spread out on the coffee table, the end of a pen in between his teeth as he glanced over them. He knew Dean was there, but he was being demanding enough tonight; he could wait a few more seconds.

A minute passed before Cas finally acknowledged the other man in the room. “Go ahead,” Cas said, in a tone that translated to, ‘what are you waiting for?’.

Dean tried not to let the blush creep up on his cheeks as he undressed himself fully and kneeled down on the towel. It’s not like he’d never jacked off in front of Cas before, so he wasn’t sure why he was beginning to feel shy about it now.

“Are you regretting your choice?” Cas asked, noticing Dean’s hesitation.

“No,” he snapped, quickly. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and tugged a few times, getting him hard in seconds thanks to a week of built-up frustration. He tried his best to ignore the pair of eyes he could feel watching his every move as he poured some lube in his palm and grabbed his cock again. Fuck, it felt good. He’d been good all week. He’d listened to Cas’s rules, he hadn’t touched himself – he deserved this. He closed his eyes and pictured Cas’s mouth where his hand was, and that was enough to make him fully forget that Cas was there watching him for the next few minutes.

Dean came with the image of Cas’s blue eyes looking up at him while he took every last drop of what Dean had to offer down his throat. It was a beautiful image, but then Dean came back to reality as he opened his eyes and looked over at his Dom, who was now leaning back on the couch with his ankle on his knee and his hands resting on his shin. He looked like a proper lawyer in that stance – still in his suit from his work day and a studying expression on his face. It would have made Dean hard in seconds had he just not come all over the towel beneath him.

After a moment or two of silent staring, Cas put both of his feet on the floor and scooted forward a little on the couch, his elbows coming to rest on his thighs as he made his hands into fists and placed his chin on them. “Feel better?” he asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah,” Dean replied, but with the tone he used he might as well have said ‘duh, that’s a dumb fucking question’.

Cas sighed deeply, before sitting up straight. “Wipe yourself off and come here,” he commanded, the softness gone from his voice. Dean rolled his eyes – why was he being such a brat tonight? – and obeyed Cas’s request, coming to stand in front of the man not even a minute later. Cas grabbed Dean’s hand and maneuvered him into his lap, his arms resting around Dean’s waist as he looked up into his sub’s eyes. “Would you like to tell me what’s gotten into you, or are you going to keep being a brat?”

Dean averted his eyes, choosing to stare at the fidgeting hands in his lap instead. He was feeling the shame creep up inside him, beginning a battle with his stubbornness as he decided whether or not he should at least try to be a good sub for the rest of the scene.

“Dean?” Cas pressed gently, sensing his hesitancy.

Dean took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Was just feeling ignored, I guess.”

“Dean, look at me,” Cas ordered, the dominance coming back to his voice. He placed his forefinger and thumb underneath Dean’s chin, not giving him much of a choice. Dean’s green eyes met his, and Cas could read the emotion in them. “I am sorry that I’ve been so busy, I should have been more transparent with you about how busy this month was going to be. That’s my fault. But you must know it’s never my intention to ignore or neglect you, yes?”

Dean nodded. “Yes, Castiel.”

“And similarly, you know that if you’re frustrated with me, it is not acceptable to communicate that through blatant disrespect, correct?”

“Yes, Castiel,” Dean replied again, barely audible.

“When you want something from me, what’s the one thing I ask of you?”

Dean gulped. “To ask for what I want.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because communication is important inside and outside the bedroom,” Dean recited, because it’s been ingrained in his head ever since he and Cas had started to see one another.

“Precisely. I’ve lost count of how many rules you’ve broken in the last hour, Dean, but I can say that you’ve earned yourself quite the punishment, wouldn’t you say?”

“Yes, Castiel.”

Cas finally released the gentle hold he had on Dean’s chin before helping him stand in front of him again. He held the sub’s hands in his own as he gave him his next instructions. “Go kneel in the bedroom. I’ll be there shortly.”

Once he had heard the bedroom door shut, Cas got up from the couch, running a hand through his hair and letting out a deep breath. If he was being honest with himself, he was at a loss with what to do about Dean. He had never been so blatantly disobedient before, and while Cas did feel bad that he hadn’t done a good job at making sure Dean was feeling cared for, he knew it was no excuse for him to act that way.

Remembering an… unconventional punishment that he had read on a Dom forum page a few months ago, he walked over to the utility closet and pulled down a bucket of hardware from the top shelf. Digging through the packages of nails and random screw drivers, Cas finally found what he was looking for – an unopened package of sandpaper. Placing it in his inner jacket pocket, he began making his way to the bedroom.

Dean was kneeling at the foot of the bed, his hands crossed behind his back and his head bowed, just how Cas had taught him. He flinched as he heard the door shut after Cas had entered the room, the anticipation of what was to come settling uncomfortably in his abdomen. He had never been such a brat before, and Cas was known to deal out punishments over the smallest infractions.

“Stand up and bend over the bed,” Cas ordered, and Dean quickly obeyed, keeping his hands crossed at the small of his back without having to be asked. He listened as Cas made his way around the room, opening and closing some drawers, before he came to stand behind him. He inhaled sharply when Cas’s hand came to rub at his bare ass, because he knew the gentleness of his touch would not last for long.

“I’m going to try a new punishment tonight,” Cas stated. “What are your safewords?”

“Green, I’m good, yellow, take it down a notch, red or Impala — full stop,” Dean recited without having to think about it — it was another thing that Cas had made him memorize at the start of their relationship. Dean appreciated the color system; his previous Doms hadn’t been kind enough to give him one, opting for one specific safeword instead. But he felt better when he had more than one to choose from.

“Good boy,” Cas praised, and Dean’s dick perked up at the words. It looks like he had another round in him after all — but he doubted he’d be coming again tonight. Cas had put him in chastity for weeks for less.

“Now, you will stay still and quiet for me. I want you to think about better ways you could have expressed your frustrations with me while I get you prepped for your spanking. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Castiel,” Dean practically squeaked. He knew what spanking “prep” included — a plug in his ass and a few hits with Cas’s hand before he would move on to whatever instrument he intended on using for the rest of it. But that wasn’t anything new . Knots formed in Dean’s stomach as he thought about what Cas could have possibly added to tonight.

Dean heard the familiar click of the lube cap, before Cas tapped Dean’s inner ankles with his foot, signaling for him to spread his legs further apart. Dean obeyed, and before he knew it he was feeling the cold liquid on his hole as Cas spread it around generously. Slowly but surely, he was stretched open with the help of Cas’s thick digits, and within minutes he was plugged up and aching for more.

Cas took the sandpaper out of his jacket pocket, tearing open the plastic packaging and taking out a sheet. It was 80 grit — not too rough but not too smooth — and he hoped that it would get the job done. He placed his hand in one of Dean’s at the small of his back, allowing his sub something to hold on to before he began.

Dean’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he felt a coarse material on his ass, and not the anticipated usual smack. Cas was definitely applying some pressure as he rubbed it in circles on Dean’s left cheek first, and after about 40 seconds, Dean started to feel the burn. He assumed it was sandpaper, which was honestly genius on Cas’s part, he had to admit. It didn’t hurt too bad in the moment, but if he was getting spanked after this — yeah, this was some punishment, alright.

After Cas was satisfied with the redness of the first cheek, he moved on to the other, and Dean was really starting to feel the lasting effect. He stayed still as Cas finished up, doing a good job at keeping the whines threatening to escape his throat at bay.

Cas stepped back to admire his boy. Bent over for him, plugged up, bright pink cheeks… and he hadn’t even started spanking him yet. “What’s your color, sweet boy?”

Dean squirmed with pride at the pet name. Cas was pleased with how he was taking the punishment, and if it meant that he got to keep hearing the praise from his Dom’s lips, he’d sit there and let his ass take all the abuse Cas had to offer. “Green, Castiel.”

“You’ve done so well for me, Dean. Did you think about better ways you could have communicated?”

“Yes, I did.”

“Good.” Dean heard a drawer opening, and then Cas spoke again. “I’m going to strike you thirty times with the paddle.” An involuntary whine of protest left Dean’s throat, and Cas raised his eyebrow. “Unless you want me to use the cane?”

“No! No, Castiel, I’m sorry,” Dean quickly replied, braving himself for the pain that was to come.

“I’ll add ten more on with my hand for the whining.”

Dean nodded into the sheets, scared to make any more noises because he didn’t want to fuck up again.

“Now, you’re going to tell me better ways you could have communicated with me after each hit. And when you’re done with that, I want you to count the remaining strikes. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Castiel.”

The first strike wasn’t as hard as Cas usually started with, but fuck, if it wasn’t painful. Dean silently cursed Cas for the sandpaper idea, or whoever gave him the idea of it wasn’t originally his, before remembering he had lines to say here. One , he counted in his head, as to not lose track for when he would have to pick up the counting later.

“I — um, I could have just told you how I had been feeling.”

Another strike. Dean winced. Two .

“I could h-have written you a note or something because I’m better at communicating when I write things d-down.”

The third hit felt harder than the last two. He could already feel the tears welling up in his eyes, partly from the pain, but also because listing out how easy the solutions to his problems could have been instead of disrespecting his Dom was really forcing the shame to sink in. Three.

“I guess I c-could have texted it to you, too.”

Another. Dean held back a yelp as it hit the plug at an angle that pushed it further inside him. Four.

“I could have p-politely asked for attention.”

Cas gave him an approving “mhm” before striking him once more. Five .

“I could have asked for a scene.”

Dean couldn’t think of any more after that one. Another crack filled the air. Dean’s cock twitched when the plug got hit again.

“Six,” Dean counted, trying not to moan. Between the shame, pain, and pleasure, he wasn’t sure what he was feeling.

“Good boy, you didn’t lose count,” Cas praised, forcing Dean’s heart to swell with pride before the seventh hit came down on him.

“S-seven,” he stuttered, because he knew eight was going to be the one to draw the first tear. Hearing Castiel praise him made him feel good, but being punished made him feel ashamed for the way he had treated his Dom. He deserved this, and yeah, he was going to cry about it because he needed to. All would be well again once Cas started on aftercare, but until then, Dean needed to feel every last drop and twist of the emotional rollercoaster of shame and praise that punishments so often put him on.

He choked out a raspy “twenty” through tears, and Cas held his hand at the small of his back for the last ten as he struck in rapid succession. With each hit he could feel the plug hit his prostate, and sobs and sniffles filled the air as he willed himself not to come, because he knew he didn’t deserve to. Cas placed the paddle on the comforter before soothingly running his hand over the globes of Dean’s now very red and slightly bruised ass.

“Shhh, you’re doing so well. What’s your color, sweetheart?” Cas’s voice is nothing but gentleness.

“G-green, Castiel,” Dean sobs, because he could handle ten more. He needs to, in fact, because he has to get through this punishment so he can forgive himself.

“Just ten more, alright? You’re being such a good boy, Dean. You’re doing amazing. I’d like you to count these too, please.”

Dean obeyed, his ass pretty much numb apart from the last six swats, to which Cas delivered right to his “sit spot” on his upper thighs.

He was still crying as Cas laid down beside him, Cas’s hand still holding onto Dean’s at the base of his back. Cas used his other hand to gently stroke Dean’s hair, shushing and praising him softly as he collected himself.

“You did so well for me, my love. So, so good.” Cas wiped a tear from Dean’s cheek as their eyes met. “You are beautiful, Dean. My beautiful boy.”

Dean smiled dopily through hooded eyelids as he relaxed, his cock still twitching with every line of praise Cas fed him.

“I’m going to run you a bath,” Cas said sweetly. “Would you like me to take you with me?”

Dean nodded. “Yeah…”

Cas slowly got up and gently took the plug out of Dean before helping him stand on shaky legs, picking him up bridal-style, and carrying him to the bathroom. He ran a towel under cool water before placing it on the toilet seat, inviting Dean to sit before he ran the bath water. As it was getting to the right temperature, Cas filled a cup with water from the tap and handed it to Dean, before looking in the medicine cabinet for the chocolate he knew he kept in there for moments like these. Sometimes Dean didn’t want him to leave his side when he was in a drop, so it made it easier to have aftercare essentials stashed away in every room of the house.

Cas broke off a piece of the chocolate bar and handed it to Dean, who ate it slowly between sips of water. The bath was ready by the time he was finished with both.

“Cas?” Dean asked as he looked up at his Dom who was holding out his hand to him.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Cas asked, crouching down in front of him and reaching out to cup his cheek.

Dean grabbed at his wrist, holding Cas’s hand in place as he leaned into it. “Will you get in with me?” he asked sheepishly, and Cas beamed with pride because the lesson on communication was already working.

“Of course, sweet boy. Yeah, I’ll get in with you. But I’m going to help you in first, alright?”

Dean nodded, taking Cas’s outstretched hand in his own and letting him help him into the tub. The lukewarm water felt good on his abused ass. He watched as Cas got undressed and neatly folded his clothes on the counter, before slotting himself in behind Dean, pulling his back to his chest.

“I’m so proud of you for asking for what you wanted,” Cas praised in his ear as he placed a soft kiss on his neck. Dean let out a content sigh as Cas held him close.

“Proud enough to let me get off again?” he asked sleepily, only half-joking.

Cas chuckled before — to Dean’s surprise — wrapping his hand around Dean’s shaft under the water. “Perhaps. But you’ll have to let me tease you a bit first.”

Dean inhaled a shaky breath. “Fuck,” he breathed. “Y-yeah — yes, Castiel. Anything you want.”

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