Muahaha, beautiful choices. You will most certainly see something from me this week. ;)

*FLAILS* That's so exciting, you don't even know.

Or maybe you do.

But, EXCITING. *bounces*

;) Yup, I do quite understand. After Monday when I hand in my FTL fic I'll get started on these. *cheers*

hee intriguingggg

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http://legendarytobes.livejournal.com/1270949.html

http://legendarytobes.livejournal.com/1271169.html

would Bal/Cas/Gabe/Sam be okay, I'm alright with just Cas/Gabe/Sam, but it's always more fun with Bal XD

Balthazar in the mix is more than welcome! :D

yay X3

Most of the Leviathans want to see the world burn. They want to hurt and crush and destroy, taking out their revenge on a Creator that has locked them away for so many aeons.

Luckily, not all of them are like that. Some of them are quite kind, in fact, and it just so happens that the Leviathan staying in Castiel's vessel when he supposedly explodes, is one of the nicer brand of them.

Dean doesn't know yet, because he would shit a brick if he knew Sam was actually talking to one of these creatures, but this isn't like with Ruby. For one, Cas is still around. Castiel and Leviathan has sort of melded together during the course of the last two weeks, to the point where they are pretty much one being in a borrowed body.

Turns out, Cas and Levi were the types of beings that best relaxed when someone took away their command. Sam is fully aware that he's the weaker one of the three, but right now he's in control. Cas is kneeling, Levi's eyes looking up at him, and this is a good balance for all three of them. Sam needs someone strong enough to not let him give into his soulless self; Cas needs to be a soldier with clear instructions; Levi just needs to be a part of something good.

Sam curls a hand across the worn leather collar around Castiel's throat, and the blue-eyed ex-angel lets out a quiet sound before he lowers his head to bare his neck. It's a clear sign of submission, and Sam recognizes Levi in the movement.

It's a strange, being three in a relationship with only two bodies, but it works for them.

The shackles dig into Castiel's ankles, branded with sigils to make him unable to get them off without Sam's help. Levi whimpers when Sam tugs on the collar, just a bit, and bares his teeth at the human.

"None of that," Sam murmurs and tugs on the similar shackles bound around the vessel's wrists.

Levi keens when he's forced up onto his feet, the eyes flickering between blue and black as Cas and Levi both fight for Sam'a attention.

Sam loves this part. He kisses Castiel's lips twice as long as he will normally do, feels the angel leave and Levi surge against him midway. It's a weird dynamic.

It's been long, and they're all tired. Castiel is trembling where he stands, his powers out of reach with the shackles, and he gasps out a 'Please, Sam'. Levi takes over for a second and snarls, but it's a sound of desperate want, not anger.

"Okay," Sam smiles and releases the shackles. The minute they're off, Castiel's body seizes in orgasm, and the two creatures groan simultaneously.

When they're done, Castiel's body slumps to the floor, and Sam is there to catch it so they don't hurt themselves.

"Are you okay, Cas?" Sam murmurs. He's sated himself; having released earlier.

"Yes, very much," Castiel replies with a tired smile. He kisses Sam slowly, gently.

"Levi?" Sam asks then, because he's grown fond of the creature sharing Castiel's vessel.

Levi purrs and bites his lower lip, not hard enough to bruise, and Sam laughs.

Yeah. Dean's going to shit a brick when he finds out. Then again, Sam always had a tendency to end up with so-called monsters. Right now, that's not something he minds too much.

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Thank you sooo much for this! It was completely unexpected and I love et! :D:D:D

Hurr hurr^^

I'm glad you do. I didn't see it coming before it was there, either. Now the thought of niceguy!Levi and Cas sharing a Winchester is strangely compelling... Hm.

Ghah, 5 Acts always does this to me; pushes kink buttons and makes me love so many new things. I love it. XD

<3 <3

Jensen’s attempt to prepare a back-up career as a director is taking its toll, with the long hours and the stress and the extra second-guessing that comes from having to direct himself in some scenes. Not that they talk about it all that much. Or at all. But when Jared comes home from a run, or as today stumbles out of the bedroom unshaven and in his most threadbare pyjamas, to find an extra pet lounging about waiting for him, it’s kind of a giveaway.

Pet Jensen is sleek and dark, wearing a black t-shirt and slinky black pants. He’s barefoot, his wrists are bare of watch and bracelet, and he’s wearing a heavy silver chain around his neck which ought to look like it came out of the wardrobe department of some awful gangsta rap video but actually looks like it came off the neck of some scary large dog.

“Morning, Sadie, guys!” Jared calls, and is promptly accosted by two gigantic balls of fur and, moments later, one ball of non-fur. He pats heads right, left, and centre, murmurs his usual enthusiastic doggy-gibberish. Sadie slips away to run rings around him, yipping, tail wagging furiously enough to propel a light aircraft. Harley keeps looking deliberately in the direction of the kitchen, where the food is. Jensen just sits there on his heels, rubbing his cheek over Jared’s thigh and sighing softly to himself as Jared pats him. Jared can almost sense his friend’s tension easing away with every touch.

“All right, then, so who’s hungry?”

Two tails wag even more vigorously, whipping at Jared’s legs and Jensen’s back. Jensen whines piteously as if he’s starving or something. Which he might be. Guy does have his Method moments, after all. Jared detaches himself, careful not to trip over anyone, and leads the way into the kitchen. He puts Jensen on a stay in the corner while the dogs get started on their kibble. Then he washes his hands, gets out the toaster, bread, skillet, bacon, and other goodies, and whistles as he gets to work.

Ten minutes later, he sits at the table with an enormous plate of food, carefully cutting up Jensen’s breakfast into bite-sized morsels for hand-feeding. Then he offers his pet a small square of toast with a piece of bacon and a dollop of scrambled egg piled on top. Jensen opens his mouth wide, accepts the offering, chews with great care while somehow managing to grin hugely. Afterwards, he makes a grand show of licking his chops, green eyes bright with pleasure, and Jared laughs as he gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze. At his other side, Sadie jostles for goodies, but he turns to send her a look and she gives a huff and a sort of doggy shrug before trotting away, probably to claim the sofa while no one’s looking.

Feeding Jensen takes a long time, and both their food’s getting kinda cold by the end, but, hey, cold bacon is still bacon, right? Jared drinks half his orange juice, then tips the cup for Jensen so he can lap noisily at it with his pink tongue for show before drinking.

“Good boy. Gotta stay hydrated.” As he puts the empty glass back on the table, Jensen looks so innocently proud of himself that Jared can perfectly picture the way his tail would be thumping the floor if only he had one. “Now what do you say we leave loading the dishwasher for later, and all go lie on daddy’s nice big bed with the newspaper?”

Jensen opens his mouth, lets out his tongue, and pants. Jared smiles at him, scritches behind his ear. Jensen squirms in pleasure, and Jared feels that insane urge to hug him so tight that it’s painful. Instead, he gets up to go retrieve the paper from the doorstep. Which makes Harley pout, so Jared rolls up the real estate section for him to carry, since he doesn’t much care if that gets destroyed.

[...]

The great thing about Jared’s pets, he’s often thought, is that they’re so devoted that they truly believe his every idea is a good one. They’re all for whatever he wants to do, whether it’s play frisbee in the park or laze about at home. So up onto the bed they hop, taking their various preferred corners. Jensen curls up with his head on the other pillow, eyeing Jared thoughtfully.

Later on, Jensen crawls in under the sports section Jared’s reading, tucks himself against Jared’s side. Jared kisses the top of his head, tells him he’s a good boy, and goes on reading. Jensen snuffles happily, tips his head back to lick a couple times over Jared’s jaw, then goes to sleep.

It’s just so relaxing, hanging out with his pets. And he has the definite feeling at least one of them feels the same way about hanging out with him.

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Later, after a luxuriously lazy nap, Jared wakes to find Jensen sitting cross-legged beside him on the bed, looking steadily down at him. The outfit hasn’t changed, but he recognises immediately that this is Jensen, the human version not the pet. “Hi,” he says, voice gravel.

“I let the dogs out in the yard,” Jensen says, and licks his lower lip unconsciously. “So, uh, it’s just us.” His skin is pale enough that the first hints of a blush are evident a moment later.

Jared’s never known him to be nervous initiating things with anyone else, male or female. There’s just something different with their particular dynamic, something that makes Jensen getting the ball rolling a rare and awkward thing. Like everything with them is a bigger deal, with higher stakes. So he smiles reassuringly, reaches up to slip one finger under the thick chain collar and tug Jensen down into a kiss. Jensen responds immediately, opening his mouth on a faint, pleased murmur and letting his clever tongue out to play. Jared smiles into the kiss, idly fondling the chain and wondering how Jensen would feel about something a little more fitted.

“Gonna try and make me purr?” Jensen asks, a little breathless, afterwards.

Jared fears his gaze is dangerously adoring. “Man, you have the best ideas.”

Jensen smirks. Then, assured of a positive reception, he pounces.

***END***

A/N: this didn't go quite where I anticipated, but since my attempted fill for you from last round is still in my WIP pile I thought I'd make an effort to finish something this time. :-) Hope you like.

Poor Jensen, all the stress getting to him. But I love that Jared doesn't question when Jensen becomes Pet-Jensen and just accepts everything. *-* Very sweet.

Thanks so much for writing this for me! <3<3<3

Hey! Sorry for the lateness on this but I swear this fill had a mind of its own and after breezing through the first part it started to fight me. Soooo, I'm sorry to say it ended without the sexy porn I promised but it did come with bonus!Collaring! If that makes up for it. ;)

It was a little long to be copy/pasting in comment form so I'll just give you the link to the entry:

http://loveinstars.livejournal.com/24541.html

Hope you like! <3