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With more hunters being properly trained nowadays, the Winchesters weren’t in such high demand so Dean had started joining Sam more often during his early-morning work-outs. The older Winchester was definitely still not a morning person, but he usually managed to drag his ass out of bed about three times a week to go on a run with his brother.
Unbeknownst to Sam, this was also Dean’s favorite time to make use of the adult diapers Cas had purchased online.
So, when they stopped at the halfway mark to take a quick break and Sam wasted time stretching out non-existent aches and pains, Dean leaned casually against the large oak tree, breathing in the crisp morning air as he sipped from the water bottle. And when his bladder would nudge him, the hunter would happily make use of one of the diapers with little trucks on them.
Dean wasn’t a huge fan of the feeling of coldness that snugged his dick once the piss dried, but he didn’t mind not having to pretend he wasn’t about to burst while Iron-Bladder-Sam continued jogging without a fucking care in the world.
Of course, by the time the brothers finished up and made it back to the bunker, Dean would be full again.
And ready to play.
After nodding to Sam as they parted ways in the hallway, Dean bypassed the showers in favor of heading straight to his bedroom. The lights were still off, Cas’s sleeping body sprawled on the bed. The angel had been up with Dean around four, trying to convince him to come back out of the bathroom after an unusually intense nightmare.
For the most part, Dean’s dreams were much calmer than they used to be, the horrific memories of torture and pain getting replaced with love and support from his family and friends. But this morning…
He’d been a demon again, but he wasn’t up top with Crowley, howling at the moon. No, Dean had been back in Hell, enjoying the sweet torture of his latest victims.
Dean had woken up with the lingering taste of Sam’s blood in his mouth and the visceral memory of slicing into Cas.
When Cas tried to calm him down, Dean had freaked. He hadn’t yet been able to determine between reality and the vestiges of the dream, so he’d run. His feet pounding the concrete floor as he fled from Cas and, later, Sam, when the angel’s concerned cries woke the younger man up.
Out of breath and filled with adrenaline, Dean had holed up in the showers after locking the bathroom door.
Sam had tried to talk him down, but the sound of his brother’s voice had just set him off again and Dean had begun tearing at himself, digging his nails into any part of his body that he could reach. Blood coated his fingers and dripped down his arms, but still, he continued. He must have been screaming at that point because the next thing he knew, Cas had blown the door off its hinges.
Sam and Cas had found him curled up in the corner of one of the shower stalls, staring at his bloody hands while tears streamed down his face.
They’d managed to lead him over to one of the benches before Dean started fighting. He got in a few good hits to his brother before Cas had restrained him.
After ten minutes, Dean had still been snarling and struggling so hard Sam was worried he may hurt himself so they’d made the choice to involve Jack. Sam had gone to wake him up and the kid had hurried into the bathroom, desperate to help.
Luckily, since Jack hadn’t been in Dean’s nightmare, his presence didn’t cause a domino effect like seeing Cas and Sam did.
Dean ended up sitting on the bench with his eyes closed while Jack and Sam worked to clean him up. They’d discovered that as long as Dean couldn’t see or hear his brother, he wouldn’t panic, so Jack wiped off the blood while Sam followed to patch up the worst of the self-inflicted injuries.
Jack had been shocked to discover that the blood on Dean’s hands was the man’s own, but Sam wasn’t surprised. Dean tended to self-harm whenever he dreamt of Hell.
Dean had still been trembling on the bench, sitting with a bile-splashed trashcan between his legs, trembling when Sam finally went to go get Cas. The angel had been cleaning up Dean’s bedroom so it would be ready once they were done.
The angel had taken Dean back to their bedroom to heal him in private, his hands gently caressing every inch of the hunter’s body, before he kissed him.
As soon as Cas’s lips touched his, Dean had gone crazy with need-- grasping anywhere he could reach on his angel’s body, kissing Cas so deeply he’d almost choked. Dean had frantically pushed Cas onto the mattress so he could seat himself on his angel’s beautiful cock and lose himself in the feeling of them together.
They’d fallen asleep where they collapsed after Dean came so hard he blacked out.
Remnants of their lovemaking had still been evident on the tangled sheets when Dean woke up a few hours later to dress before meeting Sam outside of the bunker.
But now that Dean had worked off the last of his PTSD episode, he was ready to repay his angel’s kindness with a little kinky morning fun. There was something he saw online that he was dying to try, and he knew Cas would enjoy it.