It was only when Cassandra had sat down on her spot around on the table that she realised Sam had actually printed papers and was holding onto them as if they were very important.
"It's a checklist," he told her as Dean placed sandwiches in front of each of their seats. "And… some more."
She raised an eyebrow at him, a little curious, but didn't press on. If he'd brought it to their meeting, then it would be eventually addressed.
Their metatalk reunions were something very important for their group dynamic. It was when they talked about their plans, problems, and discussed roleplays and everything that involved all three of them. Tonight, the reunion had been requested by both Sam and Dean, which probably meant it was important.
"Can we start?" he asked.
Dean hummed positively, biting down on his food, and she confirmed with a little nod.
The brothers exchanged looks in one of their brother-mind-talks she was so used to see them doing.
"We actually have two ideas to propose," Sam told her. "One is mine and the other is Dean's. We haven't talked about it in private, though, we just wanted to expose it to the group together."
It was a rule in their dynamic that the discussions would only be between the people involved in the acts, so as to keep their brotherly relationship healthy.
Cassandra understood them very well. She didn't have siblings, but wouldn't be curious about their sex life if she did have them.
"Dean," Sam called. "Do you want to go first?"
She turned to her boyfriend, and he dropped his sandwich, wiping his face with the back of his hand, and Cassie reached out to the corner of his lips to clean a little bit of ketchup from his skin.
"Thank you, sweetheart," he kissed her palm.
Cassie sat back on her chair, waiting, and Dean cleared his throat.
"So, you know how we had the cheerleader thing?" he asked. "And… coach Dean?"
She licked her lower lip, biting down on it and feeling herself growing a little bit warmer, remembering the feeling of him teasing and playing with her, and speaking the dirty words into her ear.
"Well… we talked about professor Sam," he tapped on the table.
Cassie looked over at Sam, and watched as he rested back on the chair, looking over at her and them Dean.
"How?" he asked.
"Well..." Cassie crossed her legs. "We mentioned that Coach Dean has a brother who is a teacher too. Professor Sam."
"And some girl definitely fucked you for a better grade," Dean added.
Sam shifted his gaze, watching her face, and Cassandra could see him imagining the scenario.
"And I guess my favourite cheerleader will want the same benefit?" your boyfriend asked.
She nodded, and glanced over at Dean.
"I want you to fuck me while Dean watches us," she told him. "And joins us later."
Sam nodded slowly, licking his lips.
"Do I get to hear you beg?" he asked with a little smirk. "And calling me mister Winchester?"
Cassie rubbed her legs together, already horny at the thought.
"Yes, sir," she moaned out.
Dean cleared his throat by her side.
"Now, princess," he started at her face. "As much as I want sex right now, our meeting isn't over and the rule is that we have no sex while it happens."
She pouted, but crossed her arms, settling down.
"Fine," she mumbled. "Well, I agree with Dean's idea."
"I agree too," Sam nodded. "Dean?"
"I'm all in," he assured their group.
Sam nodded, and rested his papers on the table.
"So, can I bring up my idea now?" he asked.
Cassandra and Dean confirmed, and he shifted on his spot.
"Well, I had this idea this week," he told them. "When I was browsing on a website to get us some toys."
That made her raise her eyes to meet his gaze, curious.
"Toys?" she asked.
"I have a few of them to show to you and I linked Dean the site, so he can pick what he wants too," he told her.
"And what's the idea?" Dean asked.
Sam licked his lips.
"An interrogatory," he said simply. "To force the truth out of you."
She smirked.
"And I suppose I'll be resisting," Cassandra confirmed.
"Or just plainly innocent," he shrugged. "But we won't believe you."
She watched his face, and Sam licked his lips.
"Of course, you know how I just it when you play the poor innocent girl who ended up in the wrong place, at the wrong time."
Cassie nodded slowly, and Dean cleared his throat.
"How much will we push her?" he asked.
Sam took one of the sheets of paper, reading down on it.
"Fingering, ass slapping, pussy slapping, nipple clamps, face slapping, degradation and toys," he listed, almost as calmly as if he was talking about the weather. "And, of course, the teasing will grow as she resits."
Cassandra licked her lips, pressing her legs together.
"Dean?" she asked.
"I like the idea of making you beg for mercy," he shrugged. "And, of course, hear you begging for cock. Mine, especially."
She licked her lips, a little breathless.
"And what toys do you have in mind?" she asked.
Sam raised his phone, signalling she should get hers and check on the text he'd just sent on their group chat, and waited as Cassandra checked on the photos he'd sent of several toys, from vibrators to dildos, a rabbit toy and…
"Is that a Sybil?"
"Do you like it?" he asked, a little eager and very hopeful.
Cassandra's cheeks flushed, hot and pink.
"I love it!" she squeaked. "I always wanted to try a Sybil."
Dean sucked in a breath by her side, and both the other two turned to look at him, finding flushed on the face himself.
"You're… going to be sat there?" he asked.
Cassie nodded.
"Yes, sir," she confirmed.
Dean breathed in slowly, nodding softly.
"Good," he mumbled. "Nice."
Sam cleared his throat to get their attention, though he was smiling.
"So.. do you want to add anything to it?" he asked. "Any of you?"
"How are we going to do this?" he asked, looking at his brother, a little curious. "I mean, an interrogation is pretty heavy."
The question made her look back at him, a little curious.
"I was thinking that we could take turns?" Sam suggested. "We'll never leave her alone, but we can have our moments."
Cassandra's eyes went wide in surprise.
"Wait, turns?" she asked. "How long are you planning to do that?"
"A few hours," he told them. "If you're okay with that."
Cassie frowned, unsure of what that would mean.
"We'll have breaks every thirty minutes," Sam said quickly. "And you'll have your mouth free every time, of course, so we will be verbally checking on you constantly and you can ask or a break or a full stop anytime you want."
Dean didn't say anything, and they waited quietly for her answer.
"When would that be?" Cassandra asked. "I need to get ready, psychologically speaking."
She would need at least a few days to prepare for that.
"I think w have at least two weeks.. It's going to take about ten days for everything to get to us," Sam listed. "Maybe a week for us to build up the playroom..."
"Playroom?" she interrupted him.
What was he talking about? They didn't have a playroom.
Right?
He grimaced, cringing a bit, and she looked at Dean, finding him shooting daggers at his brother with his eyes.
"It was supposed to be a surprise," the younger brother mumbled, embarrassed.
"And you said I would be the one to accidentally tell her, uh?" Dean crossed his arms.
But Cassie wasn't paying attention to that, and was just holding herself back, trying not to cry.
"Baby?" Sam stood up.
She sniffed, doing her best to keep a straight face but failing, and Sam had just knelt at her feet before she even managed to say anything.
"Hey," Dean put his hands on her shoulders. "What is it? Why are you crying?"
Cassandra sobbed, shaking and trying to cover her face with her hands. No one had ever been so sweet with her before.
"No one ever gifted me like that," she told them in between breaths. "I don't think I've ever had a surprise done for me and a whole room?"
Sam's face softened, and he held her hands as the tears wetted her cheeks and rolled down on her neck, and Dean kissed her temple gently.
"You're our girl," he reminded her, caressing her damp cheek. "We'll do everything to make you happy, right, Sammy?"
"Absolutely," her other boyfriend kissed her knuckles.
Cassandra sniffed, body trembling a little bit in her soft cries, and let the boys comfort and coo her through it.
"Don't worry, baby," Dean kissed her cheek. "It's gonna be even better when you see it."
She nodded, leaning closer to his hand when he caressed her face.
"Okay," she mumbled.
Sam kissed her hands again, and she combed through his hair with her fingers.
"I can't wait," he smiled.