The introduction of the newest member of our family.
Crowley: At least there's time. *heroic pose*
Sam: *snort*
Crowley: *dramatically holds up a water gun*
Sam: So Dockta
Crowley: *shoots face*
Sam: *wipes water off* Now that wasn't nice
Sam: And as I am human, borax mixed with holy water doesnt work on me
Sam: It just burns
Crowley: Oh. But I thought you were one those... *circles around own face* things. *slightly deeper voice*
Sam: *eyebrow quirk* Not since I last checked
Sam: Still human.
Crowley: Just checking! *pumps up the water gun again and walks deeper into the wherevertheyare*
Sam: *sighs* Don't suppose you brought another one of those
Sam: TSA took mine
Sam: *follows*
Crowley: No. I suppose you could use this backup pistol I have. *takes out a little yellow water pistol*
Sam: *takes mini pistol* This will be unfortunate if we're attacked
Crowley: Well...
Sam: So what are we looking around in this rather musty building for anyway?
Crowley: Shark teeth and everything.
Sam: *frowns* And if it's like that then why the hell are we looking for it?! Seriously, shouldn't we leave it alone
Crowley: It eats. And it can consume anything and everything in it's path. Including the several humans that were found half eaten and two-thirdly eaten! If we don't stop it, it won't stop.
Crowley: *stops*
Crowley: *there's a sound, something close to them*
Sam: *wildly gestures with small gun*
Sam: Oh shit I'm going to die a virgin
Sam: At least I'll be eaten though...but not in the way I was expecting
Crowley: Shshshshsh.... *holds gun close up to face*
Sam: *freezes in a vaguely Charlie's angel's pose*
Sam: Crow? What is moving over my foot?
Crowley: *glass breaks and other things rattle ferociously, everything stops and out pops a cat*
Crowley: Shhh...
Sam: ...Its just a cat crowley
Sam: *moves to pat the cat*
Crowley: AHHH! KILL IT WITH FIRE!
Sam: *picks up the cat for a snuggle*
Sam: Crowley.
Sam: Its a cat
Sam: A very fuzzy cat
Crowley: Did you already name it?
Sam: Yep
Crowley: Are you attached to it?
Sam: Very
Sam: *snuggles the cat*
Crowley: You're in love with it aren't you?
Sam: I have named him Creamsicle
Sam: Can I keep him?
Crowley: *chuckles* I'm not your husband, sweetheart!
Sam: *squees* Yay! *looks at cat* Creamsicle you're comin home
Sam: *frowns* Crowley, when am I going to turn back into a man? I don't like being female. Its weird. There are emotions.
Crowley: Bippity boppity boop...nah how about nope? *walks away*
Sam: *trails after Crow with Creamsicle* Come on Crowley!
Sam: What do you think will happen when Gabe comes home and finds out I have boobs and no dick?!
Sam: *stops* Okay, he'd laugh then have sex with me anyway. BUT THAT'S NOT THE POINT
Crowley: *laughs*
Sam: *sputters* Shut it!
Crowley: Come on, Moose. Let's get little Creamsicle out of line of fire.
Sam: *huffs*
Sam: *dramatically flips hair* Fine. Come on Creamsicle
Crowley: At least your hair matches your gender.
Sam: ...
Sam: Brown?
Crowley: No.
Crowley: Length.
Sam: *sputters*
Sam: My hair length is fine
Sam: and I will have you know, Gabe likes to hang on to something while-
Crowley: *clears throat awkwardly and closes the door to the building*
Sam: *looks at creamsicle* You don't think my hair is too long do you?
*creamsicle plays with sam's hair*
Sam: See!!
Sam: Creamsicle likes the hair!
*creamsicle bites the hair*
Sam: *pulls cat away from hair* Okay, rule one of the house. If you're going to cough up a hair ball it better be your hair not mine
*she/he claws for sam's hair*
Sam: *places creamsicle safely in car*
Sam: Okay Crow lets hut some orc
Crowley: No. We should wait for tomorrow.
Sam: *sigh* Fine.
Crowley: Besides, you have so much food in that car. *pushes face up against the glass*
Gabriel nearly choked. Jeremiah, at six years old, was questioning Santa. He and Sam thought they had at least two more years before the kid started that kind of talk. Six? Way too soon. And in the car no less? Couldn't he wait until they got home before dropping bombs like that? He was still nervous driving, this was always Sam's domain.
“Of course Santa is real buddy! What makes you ask?”
Jerry just frowned, all scrunched nose and pursed lips. He totally learned that from Sam.
“Big Mike at school-”
Gabe cut across him, “Big Mike? Isn't that the kid who bullied you before Uncle Luci dropped you off at school?”
“Yeah...”
“You're listening to Big Mike? When did that start?! The kid is bad news Jerry!”
“I know that Dad! But I was talking to Jack-you know Jack? My best friend?”
Gabe nodded as Jerry continued quickly with his story.
“Well I was telling Jack how last year Santa brought me that really cool painting set and that this year I really really wanted a proper artist easel but was that too much? And then Big Mike just stormed over and yelled that we were babies if we still believed in Santa and that Santa was just our Mums and Dads.”
Gabriel was going to kill Big Mike. Well, maybe not kill. Maim or mortally wound. Yes that sounds better. He stewed over the Jerry's story the rest of the way home and throughout the evening. Normally he'd go straight to Sam to talk about how to handle this kind of thing but seeing as Sam was on a business trip he was stuck.
“Now there is a face that could use a drink. What's going on Sweet Tooth?”
Crowley, who had been working away in the living room had apparently decided he had enough with his sulking and set about the kitchen preparing two very large drams of scotch.
Gabe accepted the glass before unloading. “ Apparently Jerry doesn't believe in Santa anymore.”
Crowley choked slightly on his mouthful before swallowing heavily.
“Doesn't believe in Santa? He's SIX for christ's sake, what the hell are you doing to that kid Gabe?!”
Gabe shot him an angry look, “I didn't do anything! It was that neanderthal Big Mike from his class! The little bugger told Jerry that Santa didn't exist when he was talking about what he wanted that year. It's an art easel by the way.”
Crowley nodded, making a mental note to send a message to his contact in Italy. FedEx could get a good easel to them by Christmas.“What are you going to tell him then?”
Gabe leaned heavily against the counter and sighed. “ I honestly don't know Crowley I really don't. I tried to tell him in the car that Santa does exist but he didn't look like he believed me.”
Crowley finished off his scotch and placed the glass in the sink. “Well whatever you're going to do, do it quickly. If Moose comes back and finds out Jerry doesn't believe in Santa...well...you're screwed.”
“Yeah, thanks for that Crowley.” Gabe finished his drink in a single gulp and headed upstairs. He tried to talk to Jerry as he was tucking him in but Jerry wasn't in the mood and it was with a heavy heart that Gabe also headed to bed.
Several hours after the house had gone quiet, Crowley sat in front of a mirror putting the final touches on his costume. It really wasn't the best use of his abilities but hell the kid was six! He deserved a few more years of childhood.
Quietly, he his way down the hall and into Jerry's room. The little guy was still frowning and his sheets were tangled at the end of the bed. Crowley sat himself down on the edge of the bed and shook Jerry's shoulder.
“Jeremiah Winchester. Come on lad wake up now.”
Jerry woke slowly, sitting up bleary eyed and squinting at the portly figure on his bed.
“Who're you?”
“How soon you forget! I am Santa Claus!”
Jerry blinked and looked a bit harder. The man did indeed look like Santa. He had a big white beard and a red suit. His belly was large too.
“Why're you here?”
“Well, I was informed that someone in this house didn't believe in me and I wanted to know why! Did I not get the right art kit last year?”
Jerry shook his head furiously. “No! No the art kit was perfect! Exactly like the one I told Uncle Crow about! But...”
Santa raised his eyebrows. “But what?”
“But Big Mike told me-”
“Big Mike? You mean Michael Buller?”
Jerry nodded.
“Well I will tell you a little secret then. Michael Buller has been on my Naughty list for the past three years.”
Jerry's eyes went wide. Big Mike on the naughty list?? That isn't something anyone would wish on their worst enemy! But...
“But he said...he said it was just our parents.”
“Jerry, do Angels exist?”
Jerry gave Santa blank look. “Of course they do! Dad and Uncle Cas are angels.”
“But does everyone believe in Angels?”
Jerry frowned and shook his head.
“So some people don't believe in Angels but your Dad and Uncle still exist. What about demons? They exist too right? So why can't I exist?”
Jerry shuffled forward and hugged Santa Claus' ample middle.
“Thank you.”
“It's no problem kid. Now, back to sleep. You have school tomorrow.”
He helped tuck Jerry in once again, and this time when Jerry slipped off he slept peacefully. Crowley smiled behind his beard. He gave Jerry one more year of childhood, maybe two if he was lucky. The beard scratched and the suit was like sitting in a sauna but it was all worth it.
“Sleep tight kiddo. I'll see you at Christmas.”Â
Author: JustKirstenB Rating: T Pairings: Sabriel, hints of Destiel ------ It had taken a month before Sam got worried. The first few weeks he thought, maybe we're just busy. Gabe was still an Archangel after all, and now that Sam was out of the game there was more slack to be picked up. Cas and Dean had been gone for nearly two months, doing the classic "pick a town, any town" method and Crowley was god only knew where. At least he checked in every few days. But Gabe? Gabe had been gone for a month, no phone calls, emails or popping by. Sam and Jerry were the only ones at the house now, living the slow life it seemed. Jerry loved play group now that Lucifer dealt with the boy who had been teasing him. It really only took one look from the former King of Hell to subdue the child. Well one look with a flash of hellfire eyes and forked tongue. Sam was still working IT at a law firm in town, and though it paid the bills he did long to be on the other side of the richly varnished doors. It had never really bothered him when he started but Gabe had always been there to make him laugh at the end of the day. Not so much any more it seems. He'd left around fifteen voicemails in the past thirty days, but had received no replies. He kept telling himself Gabe was busy but every day that passed wound the coil of fear tighter. Did he do something wrong? They hadn't had a fight before he left for work that day. On the contrary their morning had gone well. Early morning sex followed by breakfast with his husband and son? That's as good as it gets really. But when he got home Gabe hadn't been there, nor did he show up that night or any night since. He pulls out his phone, preparing to make another call, hoping this time would be the time he got ahold of him. His shoulders slumped when he hear the familiar beep of the voicemail. Gabe never did see the point in a voicemail message. "Hi, it's um..me. Again. I just thought I would call...again, and ask you to please call me. Jerry misses you. I..." his voice cracks slightly, "I miss you too." He pauses for a second before continuing. "Listen, Gabe. If I did something wrong I'm sorry. Please come home and we can talk about it. I'll do whatever you want to make it better I promise you. Just...just come home. Please." He pauses again before disconnecting the call. There's not much  more he can say really. It's up to Gabe now. Sam just hopes he'll be given the chance to fix whatever he did.Â
   The demon sighed again, before reluctantly replying to himself, "Alright. I'll get up, sweetheart." He slid off the bed and curled his toes into the thick carpet as he balanced on his two feet that he managed to grow unfamiliar with, due to the many days he spent locked away in this bedroom. He shuffled across the hall and cautiously made his way downstairs where he was greeted by the barren living room and the bright early morning light that shone through the windows which were surprisingly dirty. Crowley plopped down on the cushiony couch and looked around the living room which too seemed to be unfamiliar to him. Amazingly enough, Crowley knew where the remote to the TV was and switched it on then left it on the news before he left to the extremely cold kitchen to make a warm pot of Earl Grey tea. The old monster watched the water boil with chair in front of the stove that held and boiled the kettle. "You know, Crowls, a watched kettle never boils," his conscious said as he remembered the moments after he proposed to Bobby.
  "You are not turning me into Deadpool," Crowley replied with his eyes fixed on the kettle. "Or Gigantor the Talking Moose." The TV statically blared the weather which bored Crowley as he reluctantly blinked his eyes and rested his head on the back of the chair that he sat on backwards. "It's all just boring ol' weather today, Robert," he smiled before snapping off the TV and calmly listening to the kettle as it bubbled and boiled the water inside of it.
  "What's the problem with just boring ol' weather?"
  Crowley couldn't help but smile like an idiot -- or idjit if you will -- that was, until he heard the kettle subtly begin to whistle before the noise gradually grew louder and louder. The demon then got up from his place and took the kettle off of the stove and turned it off with the snap of his fingers. "Show off," Bobby teased Crowley while he poured the hot water in a teapot then dunked two teabags into it.
  "You're just mad that you can't do that yourself, marshmallow."
  Crowley plopped back onto the couch with the remote in hand while he waited for the tea to brew. He turns the TV back on and boredly watches the local news as they wrap up the weather and begin to get back into the cheesy local news stories. "In the beautiful town of Plockton, Scotland, there is a so called report of..." by then Crowley has stopped listening as he got up and impatiently walked back up to his bedroom and packed up a little box that was the colour of the TARDIS. This navy blue coloured box wasn't any normal box, it was bigger on the inside and it held many value with many memories in which saved many lives. He sighed as he glanced over to the other side of bed and saw the golden ring that lied on the abandoned nightstand.
  "I'm not going to touch it," he told himself as he packed up a few weapons before sitting on the bed and staring at the ring. He then repeated as he closed his eyes and attempted his best not to look at what he was doing, "I'm not going to touch it." The demon then opened his eyes to see his two hands carefully holding the little ring. "Dammit." With the ring in hand, Crowley picked up the little blue box and headed back downstairs. He rushed to the kitchen and poured himself a cup of tea, dumped to sugar cubes into it and pours about three teaspoons of milk into the cup. He then picked up the cup and headed outside where the coolness of the October air violently smacked him in the face. Looking around, he shoved the golden ring in his pocket with the blue box and headed out while he attempted to sip at his tea.
Author: JustKirstenB
Rating: T
Summary: There were probably better ways for Sam to come out...but none of them would have felt this good.Â
It had never seemed like an issue when he and Dean had first signed their contracts with Demon, the latest record label everyone seems to lust after. At first it seemed like a no-brainer clause; Don't cause a scandal. Mr.Delaware, or Crowley as he was now called, stressed that point. Demon must be the only label  that stressed a quiet life for the artists. Both Sam and Dean had laughed it off, as they weren't exactly scandal worthy people. Their gritty sound and lyrics did the talking for them and as much as they enjoyed a beer, neither was in the habit of getting knocked-on-his-ass drunk.Â
That clause became a pain in Sams ass exactly two weeks after signing the damned contract. It was at their first official show that Sam met Gabriel, a Barista from the Starbucks near the concert venue. He had been close to the stage and while the girly fans had been pushing their breasts toward Dean and his mic, Gabriel just leaned casually against the guard rails staring at Sam.Â
They spent the night getting to know each other better in Sam's room, and the next six months actually getting to know eachother through nightly phone calls and text. Sam had never been happier. Well...until Crowley had brought up the damned contract.Â
"Remember Sammy boy. You can have your fun but keep it out of the press or you're done. We can get Dean a new drummer. Of course, we won't be able to  market you as the Band of Brothers but I'm sure we'll still sell albums with or without you."
Sam had never wanted to punch someone more. The anger he had over the damned contract festered like a sore until it was making Sam physically ill on a daily basis. He loves Gabriel. He wants the world to know about this amazing man he has but he sold his heart and soul away for a job that, really, was Dean's dream and not his. Sure, he liked the music but it was Dean with the passion and the drive that brought in fans and album sales. Sam just played the drums and looked pretty. But not now. Not when it kept him from being with Gabriel fully. This would be his last set with Dean.Â
Sweat was dripping down the side of Dean's face as he chugged a bottle of water. "Damn Sammy, they're loving us tonight! Any ideas for the encore?Â
"Um...yeah I do. Can I announce it?"
His brother gave him a puzzled look. "Really Sammy? I thought you liked staying off mic?"
He shrugs. "It's not like I'm singing Dean. Just...announcing."
"Alright. Fine. But if you try to take my spot as vocals, we're going to have a problem."Â
Sam smiles wryly. "That won't be an issue. Trust me, your job is safe."
He follows Dean out of the curtain and over to the mic. There is a small, surprised murmur along with the raucous applause and cheering. Sam never sings so what is he doing exactly?
The lights are blinding him a bit. "Um, hey guys. I am supposed to be introducing our encore song right now but I'm not going to do that. Because there is something more important for me to announce."
He takes a breath, heart pounding.
"I'm in love with the most perfect man alive. His name is Gabriel and I think I want to marry him. Thank you."
Dean's jaw is in danger of detaching. "I...uh...Sam. Really? Now? You decide to do this NOW?!!"Â
Sam doesn't answer Dean, and walks off the stage. Crowley is standing behind the curtain, red with suppressed anger. Yep. Sam is now jobless. But that's okay. Because he has Gabriel, and he doesn't need much else.Â
Author:Â sherlockmadeteaÂ
Rating:Â PG-13Â
Summary:Â Castiel has always wanted to try kissing. He just needed to wait for the right moment and the right human to come along to spark that desire.
Castiel has always wanted to try kissing. He just needed to wait for the right moment and the right human to come along to spark that desire.
“You haven’t seen the greatest action hero in all time?” Dean questioned to Castiel, “That’s it! We are having a marathon when we get to Bobby’s.” The eldest Winchester cranked up the car speakers, it blaring out an AC/DC song that sounded familiar to the angel’s ears. It was immediately turned down after Sam made a snarky comment how the music was too loud and he wanted some shut-eye on the trip to home base.
This is where the desire to kiss someone sparked. He was sitting on the couch at Bobby’s, Dean in the kitchen grabbing a beer while the two of them had a marathon of Chuck Norris movies. They were on The Delta Force when Castiel spoke up shortly after the movie started.
“I assume you kissed someone before Dean, am I correct?”
The hunter bellowed out a laugh, opening up his bottle of beer before taking a swig to drown out the laugh. “Have I kissed someone before- Cas are you seriously asking me that question?”
The fallen angel pursed his lips, “I am seriously asking you that question Dean.”
“Cas I have had sex with more women than you can dare to imagine, so of course I kiss.” The hunter grinned, walking towards the door frame and leaned against it while taking another swig.
Castiel stared at his hands, wringing them deep in thought. He finally got out of his seat, swiftly moving past Dean and into the kitchen, where he retrieved a beer from the fridge, opened it, and downed it in a few gulps.
“Woah man are you alright over there?” Dean stared at the angel, noticing that he seemed off, “Are you losing more of your angel mojo?”
Castiel pursed his lips, deep in thought. He finally spoke after several minutes, “Is it wrong that I desire to kiss you Dean?”
It took a few seconds for Dean’s brain to process Castiel’s sentence. Going bright red, he choked out “N-No. But that is just weird Castiel. I see you as a friend.”
“Oh.” the angel said solemnly, returning to his seat.
Dean gave out a soft sigh, “Cas, it’s not like that. I mean- I am just not gay alright?”
Castiel nodded, “Understood Dean. Just so you are made aware of it Dean, though my vessel is male, my angelic form has no gender.”
Dean sat down beside the angel, reaching out to hold his shoulder. “I’m sorry Cas. I really am. I just can’t kiss a dude right now.”
That was the first time Castiel tried to kiss Dean Winchester. The second time it was the two of them out in the Impala. It was a chilly autumn, with a fresh layer of fallen leaves on the ground.
“Why are we here again Dean?” Castiel asked the hunter, seeing him shiver and curl up into himself.
“B-Because,” Dean chattered, “Sam needs some more info on what we are dealing with in this stinkin’ town.”
The angel’s eyes softened. Looking concerned at the hunter, he asked, “Are you cold?”
“What does it look like? Of course I’m cold!” Dean snapped, rubbing his hands together to create some warmth.
Unbuckling his seat belt, Castiel slid across the seat of the Impala to be right next to Dean. Dean didn’t protest though, Castiel was really warm compared to his own body temperature.
The angel looked up at Dean, blue eyes meeting green. Time stood still.
The silence was only broken when the hunter spoke up, “Um, Cas. You know a while back how you asked if you could kiss me?”
“Yes I do Dean,” the angel recalled. “I remember it quite fondly.”
“Well,” the hunter blushed, clearing his throat, “did you still want to try it?”
No words were needed to be spoken after that. Castiel leaned forward and pressed his lips against Dean’s chapped ones. It felt like fire was burning in the depths of his soul, slowly spreading to his partner through that kiss. Oh it was intoxicating. Kissing each others lips, noses, freckles; it was love. This was the first time Castiel truly felt this emotion. Complete devotion to another being, in this case Dean Winchester. It was perfect though. Truly perfect.
They finally broke the kiss, panting from the excitement of it all. Dean smoothed out his hair, it sticking up in odd angles.
Laughing, Dean broke the silence, “I have to hand it to you Cas, you are quite the kisser.”
“I’m glad my osculating abilities are to your standards Dean.” the angel smiled, staring off into the now frost-covered road.
Dean chuckled, wrapping his arm around the fallen angel. He made a mental note that the next lesson the two of them were having was how to get Castiel to stop talking like a Shakespearean actor.
Author: JustKirstenB
Rating: T
Summary: Castiel and Dean are on a hunt, Dean won't sleep unless forced.
(Unedited!)Â
This hunt had gone so much longer than both Castiel and Dean ever believed it would. Normally hauntings like this only took a few days to complete but something about this particular town was too mean to just find a grave and lay down. It was just the two of them on this hunt, Gabriel and Sam working on a vampire nest in Washington. Dean had mentioned more than once that maybe things would go faster if they had more help. But Castiel didn't think he really meant it. With Sam around, Castiel refrained from sleeping next to Dean, mostly as a comfort thing for Sam. Gabriel never stuck around like Castiel, so knowing that his brother was just a few feet away snugging his own angel made Sam too quiet and melancholy for Castiel's tastes. He may have a stronger connection to Dean but that did not mean he wanted to see Sam hurting in any way.
Now that Castiel thinks about it, they hadn't really slept much this trip. Dean only slept when he was in danger of falling asleep at the wheel of his “baby” and even then he made great complaints about taking time away from hunting down whatever was haunting the town. Castiel made him sleep anyway. In fact, Dean was due for more sleep now. It had been at least twenty hours since he had last dropped off.
Castiel slips into the living room of the house they were inhabiting. Dean is hunched over on the floor, drawing complicated sigils in chalk. If they were the right ones, they would do a sufficient job at keeping whatever was out there at bay, at least for the night.
“Dean?”
“Hm?” Dean doesn't stop drawing, and barely moves his head to acknowledge Cas.
“Dean you need to sleep. Please.” He moves closer to Dean, and brushes his fingers lightly against the soft hair behind Dean's ear.
Dean seems to deflate with a sigh, and sets the chalk down. “Cas. I'm fine, really. I don't need sleep right now. There are still two books of lore to read not to mention the-”
Castiel gently presses his hand over Dean's mouth.
“Maybe I should phrase this differently. Dean, I need you to go to sleep so I can sleep too. I need to hold you.” His voice is quieter than he would normally speak in, but he doesn't like admitting weakness and an angel needing sleep is a rather large one.
Dean squeezes his eyes shut and presses a kiss into Castiel's palm. “Yeah. Okay Cas. Sleep sounds good.”
He gets up and dusts off his chalk covered hands on his pants. “Is the couch okay? It's kinda small but its more comfortable than the floor and, well...I'd say lets go up stairs but if something happens and these sigils don't hold upstairs is the last place we want to be.”
The side of Castiel's mouth quirks in amusement. Dean babbles when he's tired. “The couch is fine Dean.”
Castiel takes off his shoes before climbing onto the couch. Dean doesn't mind the trench coat in bed but he never fails to make him take off his shoes. Dean just collapses onto it and quickly tucks his side against Castiel's front.
“Sleep well Dean.” Castiel mumbles into his hair.
Dean doesn't answer. He was asleep the moment his face touched Castiel's coat. Â
  Crowley sadly smiled as he stared down at the grave of his old friend's barren coffin, he blinked away the tears at the corners of his dark brown eyes as he placed a hand down upon the top of the marble tombstone. "I miss you, darling," mumbled the demon, who now held a bottle of cheap whiskey tied in a bright orange ribbon with a little note, also tied to the ribbon. He sat next to the tombstone and smiled. "It's kind of sad really. How empty that lot is now that you left... And that ring. It stays on your side of the bed every night, on top of the nightstand," pausing Crowley placed the little bouquet atop the tombstone. "Anyways, I got this for you. Old rot gut. It's your favourite. Hope you enjoy."Â
Author: JustKirstenB
Rating: T
Summary: Sam is woken up just a bit too early for his tastes.
It was early. A bleary glance at the alarm clock confirmed the hour with a glaring red 3:00 AM. Sam wasn't sure why exactly he was awake at three until he felt it. A gentle tickle working its way up his spine.
“Gabe?” The words came out heavy with sleep, half muffled by the pillow. “Gabe what are you doing?”
There was a small chuckle before the tickle stared making its way back down.
“Did I wake you up?”
“I'm talking to you so yes, you did.” Despite the early hour, there was absolutely no annoyance in his retort. Sam was too tired to be annoyed.
Gabe pressed a kiss against the back of his neck before snuggling against Sam's side. One arm was casually flung over Sam's lower back, Gabe's face pressed into the back of Sam's neck where he continued to layer kisses.
Sam is utterly relaxed and smiles lazily. “What's gotten into you?”
“Do you know what day it is today?”
Sam was tired to focus but his brain was mush. All thoughts like smoke, only half formed before they disappeared entirely.
“No. Sorry. What day is today?”
“Today, my dear Samsquatch, is our anniversary. I will forgive you for forgetting because it's early.”
Okay, now he was confused. They had only been married for four months, which he told Gabriel.
“Not THAT anniversary Sam. The anniversary when we met! Remember? Janitor, Dean stuffing his face, me getting staked but not in the fun way?”
Sam laughed into his pillow. “Oh god that. I wanted to kill Dean for that actually. There I was, trying to flirt and he was just packing in the baked goods! I'm surprised you even agreed to marry me, knowing that he was my brother.”
“Ah well. You know I have a soft spot for tall brunettes with a great figure.”
“I knew you were just with me for my body!”
Gabe started to kiss his neck again, punctuating his words with nips and bits up and down Sam's neck. “Can you blame me? It’s a great body! Now go to sleep, you have to be well rested for tomorrow. You're going to have to make forgetting our anniversary up to me and boy do I have some ideas.”
Summary: Gabriel and Crowley go on a hunting trip in hopes to kill off a Leviathan that is residing in their neighborhood. Unfortunately, things don't go quite as planned and Crowley turns out to be someone else. (RP format)
Gabriel: *walks over to Crowley's bedroom and knocks on the door*
Gabriel: Crow? You in?
Crowley: *walks through the front door* *is completely drenched in water but it's not raining outside* Down here, Gabe!
Gabriel: Oh. *snaps his fingers and appears in the living room*
Gabriel: Uhh... What the hell happened to you? You lose a fight with a fire hose?
Crowley: *wrings out tie* No. I had to build a-- *cuts self off* Yeah, let's just go with that.
Gabriel: *chuckles* Come on, you already spilled most of the beans. You might as well pour out the whole damn can. *cups an open palm behind his ear*Â
Crowley: *runs fingers through own hair* Alright then. I was building a waterfall in some building.Â
Gabriel: A waterfall? Can I ask why? *crosses his arms*Â
Crowley: Memories, Gabriel. *pokes his own head*Â
Gabriel: *glares at Crowley then sighs* You know what, just forget that I asked.
Crowley: *nods* *wrings out a little edge of his suit jacket* You'll know. In the future. *smirks mysteriously*
Gabriel: Right... *reaches over and slaps Crowley's shoulder to catch his attention* Anyways, you willing to help me out with a Leviathan problem? I finally ran across a Leviathan last night and I kinda want to get rid ASAP.
Crowley: *eyes widen a bit then return back to normal* ...yeah, I'll go. *mumbles the next sentence* I guess...
Gabriel: *looks at Crowley with a tilted head then picks it back up* I mean, if you don't want to go, you don't have to.
Crowley: No! I'll go! *snaps up a towel and buries face in it*
Gabriel: Oh ok! *claps his hands together and smiles* Any particular weapons you want to use, Crow? 10:50 PM
Crowley: Umm... Anything, really. *cheeky smile*Â
Gabriel: *light bulb goes off in his head then chuckles* Oh! Do you want a Keyblade? I've noticed that you've been stealing my 3DS.Â
Crowley: It's not your 3DS, you stole it from me when I first bought it. *shakes head* Alright, fire it up.
Gabriel: *scoffs* Yours, mine. Whatever. *snaps his fingers and makes a Kingdom Key appear both of his hands*
Gabriel: Oh. *hands the blade over to Crowley and digs into his inside jacket pocket*
Gabriel: *pulls out a bunch of various keychains and cups them in his hands*Â
Gabriel: Your choice.Â
Crowley: *makes it disappear then reappear in Gabe's hands* *reenacting a scene from the Pirates of the Carribean world*Â
Gabriel: *snaps his fingers and makes the keychains disappear* I guess we're going with the classic then?Â
Crowley: Yup. If only I could have it back though. *points at how it's in Gabe's hands still*Â
Gabriel: Right. *makes the blade disappear than reappear in Crowley's hand*Â
Crowley: Alright, so off we go then? *unseen nervousness happening*Â
Gabriel: Across the street. Turns out that old McGrady has been living longer than he should be. *looks at the front door then back at Crowley*Â
Crowley: *nods* Okay then. Ladies first.Â
Gabriel: You're such an ass. *chuckles then opens up the door and walks out*Â
Crowley: *smiles* It's your hunting trip!Â
Gabriel: True. *smirks*Â
Gabriel: Luckily, we just dealing with one sharkmouth tonight.Â
Gabriel: *reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a sword*Â
Crowley: So, what's our approach?Â
Gabriel: *turns around and looks at Crowley* I was thinking that we split up. I could check around the house to make sure that there is only just one like I'm pretty sure there is.Â
Gabriel: Then you can search around the inside while I'm doing that.Â
Crowley: *snaps and makes himself be underneath the veil* I guess I'll go then. *teleports inside the bathroom tub*Â
Gabriel: *snaps his fingers and appears on the front lawn of the house*Â
Gabriel: *snaps his fingers one more time to make himself invisible*Â
Crowley: *uses the telepathy as a walkie talkie* *"Alright. I'm in the house. Over..."*
Gabriel: *"I'm outside of the living room window. No activity I can report. Over."*
Crowley: *"Thanks for alerting me. Over."* *stands up and immediately cowers to behind the shower curtain as the door creeks open*Â
Gabriel: *Looks over at a bush that was to the left of him*Â
Gabriel: *The sound of rattling leaves alert him*Â
Gabriel: *"I guess McGrady wasn't alone."* *cautiously walks over to the bush*
Crowley: *the sink turns on and just runs for what feels like eternity* *Crowley finally looks around the curtain to find no one and the door open still* What the... *slowly steps out of the tub and walks through the doorway without touching anything but the floor* *"I don't think this is a Levi, we're fighting. Over."*Â
Gabriel: *stops in his tracks and looks back at the house* *"What else can it possibly be?"*
Crowley: *"It could be a witch"* *turns around the corner and sneaks to the bedroom*
Gabriel: *"A witch? Goddammit. I really hate our neighborhood... Over."* *sighs then looks back at the bush*Â
Crowley: *"So do I leave? Or wha--"* *Gets interrupted by the sound of a person coughing*Â
Gabriel: *Eyes widen when he hears Crowley cut himself off* *"Crowley?!"*Â
Crowley: *sneaks around and finds a few ominously flickering lights* *The light source are candles laid out on a mat with blood drawn in a witch-like sigil*
Gabriel: *Starts to run back to the house and completely ignores the growling coming from the bush*
Crowley: *"Gabe! Where are you!?"* *says a voice that sounds like Crowley's but doesn't have the same tone*Â
Gabriel: *"I'm outside. Gonna head into the house right now."*Â
Crowley: *"What house?"* *the different voice asks*Â
Gabriel: *"Wait a sec."* *pauses* *"Who is this?"*Â
Crowley: *"This is Crowley! I just got home from my new job, remember?"*Â
Gabriel: *"You just got home?! But I'm out on a hunting trip with-"* *walks over to the McGrady house and opens up the door*Â
Crowley: *"Gabe! Gabe!?"*Â
Gabriel: *steps inside and looks around at the darkness of the living room*Â
Crowley: *looks around and states up at the bulletin board to his right* *there is a bunch of bags hung up and labeled* Holy shit...Â
Crowley: *the many different bags have different strands of hair* *all of them labled with the names of people* *even Gabriel and himself were up there with the rest of the group*Â
Gabriel: *walks through the living room and heads over to a hallway that lead to the stairs*Â
Crowley: *is alarmed from the sound of footsteps* *hides*Â
Gabriel: *slowly walks up the stairs and heads towards the bathroom*Â
Crowley: *hides in an empty wardrobe*Â
Gabriel: *pushes the door open just a crack so that he can look inside*Â
Crowley: *The bathroom sink is still running and the light is still on but "Crowley" isn't there.*Â
Gabriel: *"Crap. Where did he go?"* *shuts the door then walks down the hall to the bedroom*
Crowley: *is still hiding in the wardrobe*Â
Gabriel: *ears perk up as he looks around and pauses* *The sound of movement coming from the bathroom caught his attention*Â
Gabriel: *runs back, then pushes the door all the way open*Â
Gabriel: *walks into the bathroom, then looks at the wardrobe*Â
Crowley: *The candle light burns out from the wind of the door opening* *Crowley is still standing in the wardrobe*Â
Gabriel: *reaches over and quickly opens up the wardrobe* Okay, asshole. Who are you?! *presses his sword up to Crowley's neck*
Doctor: *picks up wrist* *sparks sputter out of it as he brings the watch to his face* Hello! I'm The Doctor!
Gabriel: *Eyes widen as he drops his sword onto the ground and looks at the Doctor*Â
Gabriel: Doctor?! What the hell are you doing here, disguised as Crow?!
Doctor: I'm not disguised as Crow! *Clicks button on watch* The perception filter disguised me to look like Crow on accident. Sorry! *looks like eleven now! Yay!*
Gabriel: Alright... But why are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in an alternate universe or something?
Doctor: Yeah, about that. *steps out of the wardrobe* The TARDIS, she crashed nearby and wibbly-wobbly stuff happened. You wouldn't understand, Gabe. Can I call you Gabe?
Gabriel: *smiles* Yeah. You can call me Gabe. And come on, Doc. Try me.Â
Doctor: *gets off topic* We do need to get out of here though. This is a real witch's house, they could be coming home any minute. *stares down at watch*
Doctor: And don't call me "Doc".Â
Gabriel: *chuckles* Sorry. *reaches over and grabs the Doctor's arm, then snaps his fingers to make them disappear and reappear outside of the house*
Doctor: Yeah, there's one reason why I never allow myself to be magically teleported. *leans over*
Gabriel: Aww, don't tell me that you're a lightweight like Sammy.Â
Doctor: Out of 1000 years of time and space, it would be very surprising coming from me. *groans while holding stomach*Â
Gabriel: Yeah. *scoffs* Sorry about that. Should have warned ya. Anyways, wanna come in? I think everyone is in their room except for Crowley. He just got home.
Doctor: I would like a cup of tea also. *smiles* *Follows Gabe into the house*
Gabriel: *walks into the kitchen and looks for the teapot*
Crowley: *is sitting on the couch, drinking a cup of tea and missing Bobby, who is away and on a hunting trip* Hi, sweettooth.Â
Gabriel: Just go ahead and have a seat wherever, Doctor.Â
Gabriel: Oh! Hi Crowley! Got a guest coming.Â
Crowley: Doctor? Wha-- *jumps out of seat when noticing the Doctor*Â
Doctor: Hello! *gleefully greets Crowley.*Â
Gabriel: Yeah. It's been a weird night. *chuckles*Â
Crowley: *walks up to the Doctor and poke him* But this is the Doctor. How can he be here? *The Doctor smiles and sits on the couch* But how can he be here!?Â
Gabriel: Uhh... He told me that the TARDIS crash-landed here.Â
Doctor: It did! But it's absolutely fine! I'll be gone by the morning. *explains*
Crowley: Well, while you’re here... can you help me with something? *asks the Doctor which is now sitting down on the couch across from him*
Gabriel: *smiles then goes back to the cupboard to pick up two cups*
Doctor: Absolutely, Crow! *smiles*
Crowley: *”EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE HE CALLED ME CROW DSFGJPJN”* Well, I've been working on making an actual Sonic Screwdriver for a few months now. *takes out a skeleton of what looks like a sonic screwdriver*
Gabriel: *puts the cups down on the island and proceeds to grab the teapot that Doctor made and fills them up*
Gabriel: Doctor! How do you like your tea?
Doctor: Wow! *crouches down beside the table and looks at the screwdriver from the side* You did this all by yourself?
Crowley: Yeah, I did. *proud*
Gabriel: *whistles* Hello, Doctor? Tea?
Doctor: Oh! Right, tea! Thank you, Gabriel! *gets up and grabs the cup of tea*
Gabriel: *smiles then walks over to the living room with his own cup*
Doctor: *sips on the tea* Um... can I? *is about to pick it up*
Crowley: Go ahead!
Gabriel: *sits down on the empty couch next to Doctor and places his cup on the coffee table*
Doctor: *picks up the sonic and waves it around in the air while pressing down on the button* *the lights break* That's so cool! Just like a normal sonic!
Gabriel: *looks over at Doctor and chuckles* You started making a Sonic Screwdriver?
Crowley: I had a weekend off. *smiles*
Doctor: Yeah, can one of you do the magicy thing? I might have burnt out the lights.
Gabriel: Alright. *snapped his fingers and made the lights return to normal*
Doctor: It as a little bit of power in it but yet it wasn't made for my fingers. You see a sonic screwdriver is like a wand from Harry Potter. It's built specially for certain people. This one seems to be built for you, Crowley.
Doctor: *The Doctor hands Crowley the sonic*
Gabriel: *leans over the armrest and looks at the sonic* Wow. Some hell of a weekend you had.
Crowley: *smiles* This is what happens when I'm stuck with a marathon of Doctor Who and a bunch of mechanical things.
Gabriel: Yeah. Well, I'm no better. I mean, I made a pair of Time Vortex Manipulators just because you asked me.
Doctor: Well, I should to check on the TARDIS. *stands up* It was lovely meeting you two. *smiles sadly*
Gabriel: Aww... You already have to go? *frowns and looks up at the Doctor*
Doctor: I might have to. It's a definite might! Just need to see I she's holding up okay. You two can come if you want.
Gabriel: *looks over at Crowley with a smile* *"Should we go?"*
Crowley: *gets up* Let's go! *follows the Doctor to the backyard where the TARDIS stands*
Gabriel: *gets up and happily follows Crowley and the Doctor*
Doctor: Here she is! *smiles* *opens the door to reveal the main control room a lit up*
Gabriel: *gives off an affectionate whistle* And boy, is she a beauty!
Doctor: She's fully working too! *The Doctor says gleefully*
Crowley: *is too awestruck to say anything*
Gabriel: *walks over to the console and looks over all the gadgets and gizmos*
Gabriel: Man, this is amazing! *smiles at the Doctor*
Doctor: So any questions, concerns, ideas? *looks right at Crowley*
Gabriel: *puts up his index finger* Yeah, I have one, unfortunately.
Crowley: *walks a bit into the console room* What about our mates?
Gabriel: *points over at Crowley* Yep. I was gonna ask that question.
Doctor: Right... *bites lip* *takes out sonic and goes back outside to scan the outside* *walks back with the sonic pointing upwards in front of his face* Well, that can't be right.
Crowley: What is it?
Doctor: Now, hold up. *walks back outside and scans the backyard with the sonic*
Gabriel: What can't be right?
Gabriel: *exchanges a look with Crowley*
Doctor: *dashes back in with a handful of dirt* *dashes over to some tube like contraption* *The Doctor presses a few buttons* *on the screens is some Galifreyan writing* That's amazing! This isn't an alternate universe but a different duplicate world that is shaped like Earth! Wow! That's brilliant!
Crowley: Say what now?
Doctor: This is a duplicate Earth. Like Earth number two if you will.
Gabriel: *Raises his eyebrows* We're living on a duplicate world... Shaped like Earth?
Gabriel: Isn't that just peachy? *scoffs*
Doctor: That is also meaning, I can visit you all without having to rip a hole in the universe. *grins*
Gabriel: *smiles then claps his hands gleefully* Oh man, Crowley! Imagine Sammy meeting the Doctor! *starts to snicker*
Crowley: This is just... Wow. *Crowley sits on the cushiony chair and absorbs the news*
Doctor: *smiles* Absorb it as long as you like, Crow! There is a lot more to think about than this world. Many worlds and galaxies to explore just so little time!
Crowley: If we travel with you, we better not come back twelve years later or something as ridiculous as that.
Gabriel: Hoping the same! Doctor, I have a husband and a son. The last thing I want is for them to be looking for me like a missing person.
Doctor: Alright! Alright! We'll go on one trip and be back and it'll be one hour later okay?!
Gabriel: Okay. That works with me. *looks over at Crowley* You cool with that?
Crowley: Absolutely. *finally sponged up all of the information*
Doctor: Fantastic! *does all the spacey wacey things* Geronimo!
The cold November air was cutting through his jacket but Jeremiah didn't care all that much. His Dad needed him...
“Dad?”
His Father didn't even really look up from where he was staring. The stone, freshly placed, bore the names of all the Winchesters to have passed. First Mary Winchester, then John Winchester. Two years ago the name Dean Winchester was added. Today it got its fourth; Samuel Winchester.
Jerry calls his Dad once again as he gets closer. This time he looks up, giving him a weak and rather watery smile.
“Hey Jerry.”
Jeremiah had long since grown taller than his Wing Dad. He was nearly the height of Tall Dad when his growth spurt ended. This made pulling Wing Dad into a hug easy. The next words were not.
“You're leaving now aren't you?”
Wing Dad grips him hard. “I have to Jer. I can't -” His words were choked. “I can't stay here. I love you. You know I do. But Sam...I've always told you what your Dad is to me. I can't live without him. Its...its agony Jerry. I have to go. I can't know he's up there and I'm not with him.”
“Dad is in Heaven? You're sure?”
Wing Dad pulls back from where he had been pressed into the wool jacket. “Yeah Jerry. He is.”
“Dad...when you get there. Tell him that I love him okay? Tell him I'm fine and I miss him.”
Shit. Now hes crying too.
“You got it kiddo.”
He hugged his Dad harder, knowing it was the last time for a very long time he'd be able to do this. After a few minutes, Wing Dad pulls back and cups Jerry's face in both his hands.
“I am so proud of you Jeremiah. Remember that.”
Gabriel presses one last kiss to Jeremiah's forehead.
“I'll see you when you get there Kiddo. We both will.”
And then he was gone and Jeremiah was left with nothing but cold November air. Â
Notes: For those of you who wonder what happened in the RP. Also to help Bobby and I remember and stuffs. Summary: If you want to see paradise, simply look around and view it.~
Crowley: *walks into the house, holding a bundle of blood-soaked clothes* *pantpant* *quickly rushes downstairs to the laundry room and throws the dirty suit into the washer machine*
Bobby: -sees him passing and follows him down- You alright, Crowley? -suspicious to yo fast movements-
Crowley: *pours a cup full of soap into the washer and starts it* Vampires tried to mug me on my way home. *continues to pant*
Bobby: They didn't get bit did you?
Crowley: No, absolutely not! *leans on the washer* They didn't lay a finger on me. Bobby: I take it you took care of them, judging by your state.
Crowley: There's probably a nest somewhere though. *bites on lip*
Bobby: I'll take care of it.
Crowley: I'm coming with you, then. *smirks*
Bobby: Are you sure?
Crowley: I've dealt with many vampires before a little nest wouldn't kill me. Hopefully.
Bobby: It had better not. -concerned now-
Crowley: It won't. *puts the softener in the washer and attempts to be distracted and stuffs*
Bobby: -nods- We'll I'm still goin' with.
Crowley: Fine with me. *doesn't feel like going on further with this subject* So, how was your day? *trying to avoid an kind serious conversations*
Bobby: -raises an eyebrow, suspicious but won't press- Not bad, went to the store for a bit this morning then spent the day at the library. I'd... Ask about yours but well.
Crowley: Yeah, just spend all day cowering in my little mind palace and avoiding Gabriel. *sighs* *moves the clothes from the washer to the dryer and starts it* Bobby: What did he do now?
Crowley: Oh, he did nothing! It's just that I think that I should just avoid talking to him, since that night of being drunk... *rubs a little bruise that stayed when he was kicked into the wall*
Bobby: -nods- Probably a good idea. -frowns and looks him over-
Crowley: *slightly smiles* I thought it over and over ever since that night. I know it's a good idea. *plays with a random bouncy ball*
Bobby: -nods- I agree. Anything to keep you safe.
Crowley: *frowns* I'm even risking my own life just being here. Bobby: -frowns- But it's safer than anywhere else.
Crowley: *catches the bouncy ball and turns it over in his hands* I guess so. *sighs*
Bobby: -frowns- The house is about as secure as it can get.
Crowley: The house has three archangels in it. And one of them is just bound to break on me again. *shudders*
Bobby: :I They had better not.
Crowley: Also, there's that bounty on my head from escaping from heaven, from when I died. *excuses*
Bobby: ....... Great.
Crowley: Yeah, great... *sighs* We could move into my mind palace. *cheeky smile*
Bobby: -chuckles- If that was possible.
Crowley: Well it's not actually in my mind. It's more of a physical place. *attempts to explain*
Bobby: -brow raise- Really? Keep talkin'.
Crowley: *scratches the back his head* I've never really explained this to anyone before... How about you just see? It would probably be easier on me. *bites lip*
Bobby: Alright. You sure you don't mind me goin' there?
Crowley: Positive. *smiles*
Bobby: -smiles back- Then I'd love to see it.
Crowley: Alrighty then. *snaps his fingers and they both teleport to what looks like a closet and a well lit door* This is it. *jokes*
Bobby: ... Impressive. -sarcasm-
Crowley: *chuckles* Just kidding! *opens the door and reveals an enormous room that's decorated like that room in Willy Wonka where he sings Pure Imagination* *Or in other words, it's the chocolate room* *sings* Come with me and you'll be... in a world of your imagination. *giggles*
Bobby: Okay I take it back, this /is/ impressive.
Crowley: *smiles* Just try not to eat everything because everything is not made of candy. Bobby: Wasn't plannin' on it. -looking around-
Crowley: *dances down the stairs and slides down the banaster* This is all to us, you know. *smirks*
Bobby: Huh. I could get used to it.
Crowley: *smiles* It's called my mind palace for a reason. *Leans against the stair railing* To be continued… Soon.
Gabriel: *slowly creaks the door open and heads toward the stairs*Â 10:17 PM
Sam: *runs into Gabe in the hallway* Gabe? Why are you sneaking around?? 10:18 PM
Bobby: -soon-Â 10:18 PM
Gabriel: *puts his index finger over his own lips* Shh! Something happened between Crow and I last night and I'm trying to avoid Bobby. 10:19 PM
Sam: What happened that you would need to avoid Bobby? 10:19 PM
Gabriel: Crow and I got into a brawl. One thing let to another, then I kind of kicked him into the living room wall. 10:20 PM
Sam: What?! 10:21 PM
Sam: Gabriel what the hell is wrong with you? 10:21 PM
Gabriel: HE FUCKING PISSED ME OFF! 10:21 PM
Gabriel: I don't know what happened! I just sort of lost it. 10:22 PM
Sam: Obviously! 10:22 PM
Gabriel: Not arguing with you there! 10:23 PM
Sam: *takes Gabes face in his hands* What pissed you off so bad love? 10:23 PM
Gabriel: You know how we were talking about my potential death last night, right before you fell asleep? 10:24 PM
Sam: Vaguely... 10:24 PM
Sam: So what happened Gabe. 10:25 PM
Gabriel: Crow brought up the fact that I couldn't go up against Luci and that I chickened out of that fight. 10:26 PM
Sam: *Yells so loud it alerts Bobby* HE SAID WHAT!? 10:27 PM
Gabriel: Sam! *does the Shh gesture*Â 10:28 PM
Sam: No. Fuck that Gabriel. He had no FUCKING right! 10:28 PM
Gabriel: Fuck. *grabs the sides of his own head*Â 10:28 PM
Sam: *looks concerned* Are you okay? 10:29 PM
Gabriel: Crowley was drunk. I knew he didn't actually mean it, but it just pissed me off. 10:29 PM
Sam: So why are you sneaking around? 10:30 PM
Sam: Because you haven't really explained yet 10:30 PM
Gabriel: To avoid Bobby. I knew that once he was gonna come home, Crow was gonna spill the beans. 10:31 PM
Gabriel: *pulls out a Hex bag from his jacket pocket*Â 10:31 PM
Gabriel: I don't know. I just didn't want to be found today. 10:31 PM
Sam: Maybe you should get this out in the open now? Bobby can hold a grudge. 10:32 PM
Gabriel: *rolls his eyes* Fine. Let's get this over with. 10:32 PM
Gabriel: *offers his hand to Sam* Go with me? 10:33 PM
Sam: *holds Gabe's hand* Always. 10:33 PM
Gabriel: *nods and walks over to Bobby's and Crowley's bedroom door* *sighs really loud, then knocks on the door three times*Â 10:34 PM
Sam: *kisses Gabes temple*Â 10:35 PM
Gabriel: *opens the door and walks in* *looks down at the floor, then finally lines up with Bobby*Â
Bobby: Gabriel. -puts book down and scowls- I've been meanin' to talk to you. 10:37 PM
Gabriel: I know. *looks up and glares* Let's just get this over with. 10:38 PM
Sam: *stands slightly in front of Gabe*Â 10:38 PM
Bobby: -rolls his eyes at Sam, crosses his arms- You gonna tell me why you did it? Crowley couldn't exactly remember seein' as he had some physical trauma. 10:40 PM
Sam: As far as I can tell it was warranted Bobby. 10:42 PM
Bobby: I asked him, stay out of this Sam. 10:43 PM
Gabriel: *turns to Sam and faintly smiles* I got this. Don't worry. 10:43 PM
Sam: *frowns and says nothing*Â 10:44 PM
Gabriel: When Sam started to drift off, I heard someone out in the hall. I went out to look and bam. There was Crowley, on the floor, with a blanket wrapped around him. I helped him get up and moved him over to the living room. Once I picked him up, I noticed that he was completely shitfaced and smelled like cheap liquor. I tried to tell him that he was drunk and that he could just cure the drunkness away. But he didn't believe me that he was drunk. 10:44 PM
Bobby: There had better be more to that story. 10:44 PM
Gabriel: There is. I'm not done. 10:44 PM
Gabriel: I told him don't make me kick your ass to make a point. Then, that was when he mentioned how I was nothing but a chicken that couldn't stand up against his own brother. I lost it and punched him in the jaw. Then he made another quip about how weak I was, then I punched him again. Then he gave me one more his quips, and I launched him into the freaking wall. *adjusts his jaw*Â 10:47 PM
Gabriel: Crowley disappeared right after, then I disappeared after that. 10:48 PM
Bobby: If you were tryin' to make me feel bad for you, it didn't work. That's still a shitty reason to beat up someone, especially someone you know is an asshole even when he's not drunk. -no offence crowls oops-Â
Gabriel: I know. I wasn't making you feel bad for me. It's just that how the hell does a demon get that drunk? 10:51 PM
Gabriel: I mean, seriously? Not trying to switch subjects or whatever. 10:51 PM
Bobby: I don't know but you kicking his ass when he was like that's a real dick move, especially since you shoulda realised something was wrong. Some friend you are.Â
Gabriel: Do you know what that's like? Having someone mention a possible future where you could have died? And it was supposed to happen, but I rewrote it at the last fucking minute. Yeah, something is wrong with Crowley but I couldn't take it anymore. 10:58 PM
Gabriel: My bad. I was going to clean him up after, but he ran off. 10:58 PM
Sam: Wait, that was supposed to happen? 10:59 PM
Sam: Gabe, you were supposed to die? 10:59 PM
Gabriel: *looks over at Sam and slowly nods*Â 11:00 PM
Sam: *looks sick and leaves the room*Â 11:00 PM
Bobby: Well, that was enlightening. Doesn't make me any less pissed at you though. 11:01 PM
Gabriel: What ever. Do what you want to do with it. I told you my story. So, go ahead and put me in a ring of holy fire if it'll make you feel better. 11:02 PM
Gabriel: *starts to head toward the door*Â 11:02 PM
Bobby: Tempting. You pull some crap like that again and I'll figure out something better.Â
Gabriel: What? Holy Molotov? *scoffs* Cas already did that. 11:05 PM
Bobby: -eyeroll- Just get the hell out of my room. 11:06 PM
Title: The Beginning
Author: JustKirstenB
Rating: Teen
Summary: Paint me like on of your french girls
Explaination: So this came from a Titanic reference and a discussion of what we'd be in a comic book. To be honest I kind of love it. This is UNEDITED!
Toenail was many things but subtle was not one of them. I think that is what most of the “customers” liked about her. She was blunt in all ways, so from the initial meet up, to the appointment to the payment at the end it was all done deliberately. Must be some kind of kink.
I suppose I should elaborate on all of this. The year is 1950, my name is Shock and I work in a french house of “professional” women. I was recruited into the line of business after I was kicked out of my house. Toenail was the one who brought me in, saying it was safer than the streets. In a lot of ways she was right. The clientele is much the same as you'd find out there but in here there are other girls and three knives hidden under every mattress.
I got the name Shock much as every girl in here gets their name; the first customer. Toenail had a dude with a foot fetish. He asked to paint her toenails and she let him, even making him re-do it when he smudged her big toe. He comes in every week now. Sonny's first reacted rather sarcastically to her less than stellar attitude. Sunshine eventually morphed into Sonny and stayed there. He too is a regular. I think he likes that she is just as likely to tell him to fuck off as she is to invite him in. Another kink.
As for my first customer? I somehow managed to get some static electricity going during our session and the resulting shock to his...less than generous nether regions was enough to send him through the roof.
“TOENAIL FOR FUCK SAKE STOP YOUR YELLIN'!”
Ah, Sonny. As eloquent as always. She makes her way downstairs as always, with an air of Don't Give A Flying Fuck and dragging on a cigarette in typical french woman. She lives off of Lucky Strikes and endless bottles of whisky brought to her by her Namer. Sometimes they don't even have sex, they just drink and yell at each other. Those are her best days.
Toenail ignores Sonny and goes back to her sketch book. She likes charcoal, the evidence of her drawings all over the house. Portraits of customers, the other girls, random inanimate objects. There are smudges on nearly every surface and her fingers seem to be permanently stained and smudged. Yet another kink of her customers. They like when she leaves marks.
I make my way over and lean against the front counter next to Toenail. I'm not stupid enough to look at the drawing.
“What's the subject today?”
“Newest customer. Another foot guy but this one likes it when I wear shoes. I don't even touch him. He just wants me to crush his balls with my black stilettos.”
I just nod. “Sexy.” After a while, things stop surprising you around here.
-End Part 1-
*NOTE: To Cas and Gabe, if you want in on this (and I want you in it BTW) I need you to give me a name.
