psychecas:

I know a lot of my genderfluid!Cas stuff doesn’t focus on their sexual relationship with Dean, but it’s something I think deserves some attention and thought.

Because of course there are days where their dysphoria is bad, where Cas can’t really handle being touched because they’re upset and frustrated and confused, and of course Dean gives them space on those days. He pulls them close in their too-big bed and kisses Cas’s forehead and promises the darkness in the bedroom that everything is going to be okay.

But the there are days where Dean is shoved into the couch as soon as he gets home from work, Cas’s fingers deftly undoing his various laces and buttons and zippers as they move to straddle him. Cas is already lubed up and they drag Dean’s fingers down, bypassing their cock to press Dean’s digits into their hole. The two of them fuck fast and hard on the couch, Cas gripping into Dean’s shoulders and egging him on with a sharp smirk until they’re coming all over Dean’s dress shirt.

Or the lazy days, where Dean will come up to where Cas is doing the dishes, and he’ll rub tantalizingly against their ass until Cas is arching and mewling and coming apart with Dean’s hands under their skirt and his lips on their neck. They aren’t rushing—everything is slow and measured and gentle, and Cas loves the feeling of being treasured and loved and respected by Dean. They’ll sit in the claw-footed bathtub and let Dean wash their hair, and face, and body, and Dean’s hands brush over the juncture of their thighs and they moan, letting Dean continue his gentle ministrations until they’re coming in the water with their lips locked to Dean’s.