"Friendly Fire"
Submission for Ana's 1K Prompt Challenge @just-a-touch-of-sass-and-fandoms Prompt: "Good Lord you're just like a two year old" Dean x reader x Gabriel friendship Sam x Reader couple "Friendly Fire" A string of curses echoes in the bunker, the voice sounding like it belonged to Dean. You smirk and pretend to be engrossed in your research at the library table as you hear his footsteps thudding along the hallway. You mentally cross your fingers in the hopes that he thinks Sam did it. You may have played a ....small....prank on the eldest Winchester as retaliation for the one he had pulled on you a month before. Biding your time hadn't been easy but it was well worth it. Tempting though it was to go investigate, you knew he would be in your presence shortly when an attempt to find Sam would be fruitless. You had already told the younger hunter to scram for a bit as you knew it would get messy. You were also waiting for your other victim to turn up; Gabriel, aka the Trickster. You had been planning this for a while now. He had also pranked you six months ago and you had needed to wait until he had gotten complacent. Not easy when angels remember everything. "Seeing as my brother isn't here, I'm going to assume this is YOUR handiwork Y/N?" You look over shoulder towards the doorway and immediately slap your hand over your mouth to stop the surge of laughter from escaping. Your prank had worked perfectly. Dean now sported waist length hair in a hideous shade of yellow and a face full of makeup that would even make the cast of Rocky Horror cringe. A minor spell, but oh the result was magnificent. A snort escapes, followed by a peal of laughter and then you are laying on the floor in hysterics, tears streaming down your face. After ten minutes you manage to compose yourself but keep your gaze on the ceiling to curb anymore laughter. "Finished now? How long will this crap stay on? I tried to wash it off....but it DOESN'T!" He roared and glared down at you with his arms crossed. Your lips twitched and you threw a hand over your mouth before you succumb to laughter again. "The spell wears off after twenty four hours," you try to explain behind your palm and your eyes widen as you hear the distinct rustle of feathers. Oh good, both victims to get to see each other! "Y/N, you've gone too far- " Gabriel's voice sounds furious but dies away with a funny strangled sound as he must have gotten a good look at Dean. "Dean-o, you look...." there's a snort and then Gabriel is collapsed in your vacated chair positively howling with laughter. "Shut up!" Dean retorts heatedly and gestures wildly at the hysterical archangel "What happened to YOU?" You sit up in order to see your handiwork and you have to dig your nails into your own arm to hold off the laughter. Gabriel now sported a huge hawk beak that protruded from his face. "I have a beak, what's it look like?" Gabriel eventually snapped back when he regained some semblance of normalcy. "Obviously genius, but how?" Dean was fighting a grin and looking down at his feet, but caught a glimpse of his new luscious long locks and scowled before looking back over at the angel. "That would be me," you snigger and stand up slowly, wincing at the soreness of your back. It was gunna bruise. "I thought you might like the beak coz it would probably compliment your wings." Gabriel's eyes narrow and then his eyebrows disappear into his hairline. "This is for that prank six months ago isn't it?" His beak opened and shut a few times in a weird parody of a puppet but his whiskey eyes twinkled in amusement. "Gotta say kid, you retaliate well." "What about me? I can't pick up women like this!" Dean threw his arms up in disgust, "and my prank on you was way more original AND non-magical. This is cheating!" "Good Lord, you're just like a two year old!" you scoff and perch on the table with a roll of your eyes. "We did prank a witch Dean-o, it was bound to happen," Gabriel shrugged and crossed his arms against his chest, "so how long til it wears off, Pumpkin?" "Twenty four hours," you smirk and give an answering shrug in return "well that's what the spell said. Who knows? Could be permanent." "Perman- Did you say PERMANENT?" Dean hollered, his voice echoing in the bunker," I have to look like a painted whore FOREVER?!" "Painted whores have boobs dude," Sams' voice floated from the doorway, "and wear slutty dresses." You look over to see your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, holding a camera in his hands. "No flash photography Sasquatch," Gabriel warned him, moving to stand behind a bookshelf just in case. "Oh I found this in the kitchen on the table. A perfect shot of Miss Painted Whore here, has been captured forever," Sam sniggered as you jumped down and strolled over to have a look, deftly evading Dean and his twitching hands. You cuddle into Sams' side as he slung an arm around your shoulders and kissed your head. "Well done baby." "Thanks Sam, our brainstorm worked well. The kitchen is always his weak spot." Gabriel chortled from his hiding place as Dean scowled. "Let me guess, you waited for this bozo here to enter the kitchen and had the spell trigger at the door then take a photo after? That's pretty clever," Gabriel peeked out from the bookshelf and swore loudly when the cameras' flash seared his vision. "Now it's fair," chuckled Dean, "but how did you get him Y/N?" "I set up a spell to trigger when a womans' voice called him Daddy," you snorted out a laugh, "I remembered he did porn and that word would have to come up at some point." Sam and Dean both groaned in disgust and pretended to gag. You grin cheekily and wind your fingers through Sams' as you raise an eyebrow in your victims' directions. "Just remember boys, I can out prank you both any day of the week. I'm a very good witch. Enjoy!" You and Sam turn away as one to head down to hallway, food and a movie being discussed as you did so. You hear Dean and Gabriel squabble quickly before their voices float into the hallway together, sounding slightly panicked. "Y/N? It's not permanent, right?......Right?"
