When the boys were out hunting and Cassandra wasn't with them - home alone, like when they made her sit hunts out to recover from injuries, or just be straight up protected from whatever monster they found a little too dangerous - she knew she could do whatever she wanted for food. When they were home, though, Dean owned the kitchen.
And he was a great cook, too.
The problem was that he hated being helped.
"Okay, you know what, let me do it," he walked to her, shooing her away from stirring the sauce for his… what was he making, again?
"Dean," Cassie protested.
"Let me," he argued. "I'll do it, go... I don't know, go see Sam."
"Dean, I'm literally stirring sauce," she argued. "How can I get this wrong?"
Her boyfriend rolled his eyes, shaking his head.
"You are stirring it wrong!" he argued. "It'll never thicker up if you don't do it right."
She pouted and stared at him, slowly sticking out her finger and earning an angry look from him.
"Don't you dare," he spoke slowly.
Still, Cassie slowly moved her hand to stand over the pan, feeling the fumes over her skin.
"Cassandra, if you stick your finger into the sauce, you're going to pay for it."
She pouted.
"What, you're gonna spank me?" she asked.
Dean raised her an eyebrow, and Cassie was about to do it, pushing her finger into the liquid, when her boyfriend simply threw her over his shoulder, slapping her ass for a second and walking out of the kitchen.
She squirmed, wiggling to get out of his grip and yelping when Dean pinched the back of her thigh, walking into the library and dropping her down onto Sam's lap.
"And keep her out of my kitchen."
She pouted, crossing her arms.
"Sam," Cassie whined.
He giggled and held her waist tightly, pressing soft a soft kiss to her cheek.
"Banned from the kitchen, uh?" he chuckled.
"I always cook for you two, and he never said anything about it," she reminded him. "I don't get it!"
"Dean hates sharing the kitchen when he is cooking," he caressed her thigh. "You know, he banned me from the kitchen when I was twelve."
But Cassandra just crossed her arms, pouting more.
"I've never been back there ever since," Sam caressed her arm, apparently trying to cheer her up.
"Does he hate my cooking?" she asked, bummed out.
She always cooked for the boys once they were back from hunts. Did that mean Dean didn't like her food?"
Sam sucked in a breath behind her, and gently turned Cassie, so she would be able to look at him.
"That is not the reason," he assured her. "Baby, you know Dean. Anytime he cooks, he wants it to be perfect! And if he is not in control, then it is not perfect."
He caressed her leg gently.
"You know it's not personal," he kissed her shoulder. "It is nothing to do with you."
She rested back, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and whining when he squeezed her.
It was comforting to have his smell around her. There was a reason why she was always wearing their clothes.
"I just wanted to help him," she pouted.
"I know, baby," he kissed her temple. "You just want to be a good girl."
Cassandra moved away, staring at Sam.
"Samuel Winchester, don't you dare to make me horny when I'm upset with your brother."
He chuckled, and she rolled her eyes, laying back on his chest. Alright, she wasn't so upset now. But being kicked out of the kitchen was no fun.
"Do you want to come to see the dungeon?" he offered, caressing her knee. "It is almost ready."
Her eyes got wide in curiosity, and Sam smirked.
"Alright," he sighed. "Do you want me to carry you there, or you'll just walk?"
Cassie lost her smile, quickly standing up.
"What is it with you two and carrying me around?" she asked him.
"It's because you are tiny," he grinned. "And adorable."
Cassandra scoffed.
"Says the giant," she rolled her eyes. "Come on, take me there."
He walked out in the corridor's direction, and she followed him with her hands in her pockets. She was wearing Dean's flannel and a bra, but in her own shorts.
Sam guided her silently until they were right in front of the dungeon. At least one of them, the boys would never give up their little demon torturing space.
"Ready?" he asked.
Cassie nodded and Sam slowly opened the door, pushing it and stepping aside.
Her eyes took in the room slowly. There was a lot placed there. A cross, the sibyl under hanging chains, and she could see how it was supposed to either keep her arms up or just down.
"We got you a bed," he told her. "We'll put it in the middle, so you can rest while we..."
Sam traced off, and she put her hands on her waist, turning to look at him.
"You?" she asked.
He chuckled, pinching his nose.
"You don't want a surprise?" he asked.
Cassandra rolled her eyes.
"Sam, you're already showing me the room. Just tell me the rest of it."
He bit his lip.
"We got a machine," he told her, looking down a bit, eyes a little dark as he looked like he was imagining what they were going to do with her. "It will... well... fuck you."
Cassie felt a shiver running all over her skin, and squeezed her legs together.
"What do you think?" Sam moved to her, wrapped his arms around her body and slowly swinging her side to side a little bit, and bit her earlobe. "Being tied to the bed… legs spread wide, dildo fucking you in and out, a vibrator pressed against your clit while Dean and I watch you…"
She whimpered a bit, closing her eyes and letting her head fall down on his shoulder.
Sam's big hands climbed her torso and squeezed her breasts slowly.
She could almost see herself there, feeling watched, completely under their power.
"What do you think, princess?" he slowly unbuttoned her flannel. "Are you sure you still don't want me to make you a little bit horny?"
She whimpered.
"Sam," Cassandra whined.
"Dean is cooking, baby," he remarked.
She squirmed a little bit, whimpering when his fingers pinched her skin.
"Sam…" she whined.
He licked her neck slowly, sucking on a spot under her ear.
"Shorts off," he commanded. "Sit on the chair."
She complied with his words, looking around the room and quickly kicking off her shorts and underwear and sitting down on the chair that had been abandoned against the wall.
"Wait," she looked at him as Sam fell on his knees in front of her. "Did you plan this?"
Her boyfriend snorted, spreading her legs and kissing her thigh softly.
"Maybe," he pushed his hands up her skin.
She was ready to protest, but jumped when he stuck out his tongue and made a long line from her entrance to her clit.
"Do you care if I did?" he asked, caressing her folds with his thumb.
Cassandra whimpered.
"I don't think so."
Sam smiled, and Cassie moaned when he played with her clit.
"Wanna make you cum," he kissed it. "Please, baby?"
She whimpered. It was a rare moment, honestly, having him actually pleading for her.
"Yes, Sam," she whined.
Her boyfriend smiled and pulled Cassandra to the edge of the chair, squeezing her hips as his lips simply devoured her cunt, his big fingers circling her entrance and pushing into her, curling against her g-spot.
She squirmed, reaching down and grasping his hair in her hands.
"Sam," she moaned.
He didn't say anything, usual dirty mouth busy on her pussy.
His hand was tight on her hip, and his two fingers moved fast inside her. It wasn't long until she was already moaning and crying from pleasure, quivering in pleasure.
"Fuck," she pulled on his hair. "Sam!"
He sucked on her clit, not stopping playing with her and driving her into madness.
Cassandra came with a loud moan, quivering in near madness, and tried to move away once it became too much, but he wasn't satisfied. Instead, Sam just held her closely, fingering faster and playing more with her sensitive cunt.
His fingers rubbed against her g-spot, humming against her sensitive skin and smiling largely when she came again.
Sam pulled away softly as Cassandra came down, moving up and kissing her lips, and she moaned at how she could taste herself on his tongue, and how wet his face was.
"Perfect pussy," he bit her lower lip, big hands squeezing her. "My messy girl."
"Sam," she sighed.
Before he could answer, Dean knocked on the door.
"Hey, you two," he called the two.
Cassandra raised her eyes, and found him smirking as he leant against the frame of the dungeon door.
"Don't want to spoil your appetite," he looked over the two. "But dinner is ready."
Sam pushed himself to his feet, adjusting his cock, hard and bulging, in his pants.
"Come on, baby," he smiled at her. "Let's not make mama Dean wait."
She giggled, and tilted her head to the side.
"But you didn't finish."
He smirked.
"We'll put a pin on that," he assured her. "Don't worry."
She followed after him, ignoring her shorts on the floor, but stopped when Dean held her arm as she walked past him.
"Come here, sweetheart," he called gently.
Cassandra stood between him and the walls, and he caressed her lips.
"I'm sorry," he caressed her cheeks. "I was a little rough on you. I didn't mean to upset you."
She nodded, and he leant in her direction, kissing her lips gently.
"Thank you for trying to help," he caressed her skin with his thumb. "I'm just... a little territorial."
Cassie nodded, and pushed her chest up when he traced his fingers down over her neck.
"I'll make it up to you," he rubbed his nose over her cheek. "I promise."
She put her arms over his shoulders.
"It's okay," she assured him. "Don't worry."
Dean bit her lower lip gently.
"Can I still make you cum while feeding you?" he smirked. "Sammy had his turn."
Cassie gigged.
"Maybe," she teased him.
He raised an eyebrow at her.
"Maybe?" he asked.
"Maybe."