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Roleplaying

If you want to rp the following:

Calthazar

Balthean

Salthazar

Balcifer

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Hey can you do more fem Dean x Balthazar like a pregnant Deanna who's scared of going on a blind date, but as soon as she sees her date, she pats her big bump for good luck.

Most woman who were seven months pregnant would be in bed, eating some odd food, and just relaxing. Then again most pregnant woman had a spouse or was in a relationship. Deanna was not. It was one of those bad drama shows that made you want to throw up. Where a girl finds out she’s pregnant right after getting dumped and going back to the ex would be too complicated and stupid. Deanna knew it sounded lame and stupid. Not like she needed a relationship anyways, Charlie and Benny forced her to move in with them and Sam was covering some finances. She didn’t want a relationship, it would’ve been complicated and full of stupid questions about her baby.

But here she was, dressed up in her black maternity pants and pastel green blouse, waiting for her blind date to show. Charlie had set it up. A movie and if all things went well then maybe a stop by a diner. Deanna stood outside with her arms crossed. Or at least she had attempted to, the damn baby bump was in the way.

“It’s good to go out,” Charlie had said. “ And wouldn’t it be nice to have someone?”

The supposed guy’s name was Balthazar. What kind of name was Balthazar? Deanna had first thought. Then again he was Castiel’s cousin; and he has a brother Lucifer. Deanna tried to get some physical description of him but Charlie just clicked her tongued and told her to be patient.

“Excuse me, love, are you Deanna?”

Deanna looked to see a man. He was wearing a suit despite the hot weather, making him stick out like a sore thumb among others who were dressed casually. He had blue eyes and blond hair, stood at same height as her, and Deanna could faintly smell booze. Mixed feelings stirred in her stomach at the man. She was weary of people who had the sent of alcohol on them, she wanted to say no and leave, but Charlie would kill her for the blunt judgment.

“That depends,” Deanna said cautiously, “are you Balthazar?”

“What if I’m not,” the man replied with a smirk.

“I have a taser in my purse.”

“Then yes I am.”

Deanna held out her hand. “Then I’m Deanna Winchester.”

The man-Balthazar-smiled and took her hand. But instead of shaking it he brought it up to his lips and gently kissed it. “Pleasure.”

Deanna’s eyebrow raised a little. “Smooth.”

“I try,” Balthazar quipped. “Now, do you know movies that aren’t absolute garbage?”

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The three men protecting Dean when some ads tries to flirt with him. Dean just laughing saying they're all jealous, but they just denied that even though it is true.

The three angels blood boiled over when they witnessed what was happening. They had only left for a moment and when they came back they saw some guy flirting with their Dean.

“Can I kill him?” Lucifer asked, teeth girting.

“No, Luce,” Gabriel sternly said. No matter how much he wanted to, Dean wasn’t a fan on blood spilling.

Balthazar was already a step ahead, marching up to the guy. He grabbed the cocky son of a bitch’s shoulder and spun him around, the stranger faced the three pissed off angels.

“You’re not his brothers are you,” the guy groaned.

“You wish bucko,” Gabriel sneered.

“We’re his boyfriends,” Lucifer chimed in.

The guy looked screwed, he glanced to Dean as if waiting for him to say he never saw these people in his life. But turned white as a ghost when Dean shrugged as Balthazar wrapped an arm around his waist.

He swallowed, chuckling nervously. “I’m gonna go …” Dean had never seen a man make such a mad dash in his life.

Dean laughed as he continued to watch his angels glare at the too friendly guy. “Jesus, you guys get jealous easy.”

The angels all denied it, but none of them left Dean’s side that night.

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A pregnant female Dean being mollycoddled by Balthazar, Gabriel and Lucifer after her douche of a boyfriend dumped her after she had told him about the pregnancy. They don't tell her that they beat the craps out of hum when they found him making out with another girl.

Balthazar woke up early in the morning, too early for anyone’s taste, by a certain someone’s kicking. He heard two other men breathing pick up, waking up from the woman in the middle. Dean was squirming her body as much as her swollen belly allowed her.

All four laid in a large bed, blankets upon blankets burring them.

“What’s wrong love?” Balthazar whispered, not wanting to cause any panic.

Dean looked at him with the emerald eyes that he and Lucifer, Gabriel cherished so much. “They won’t stop kicking. Tell the damn baby to sleep.”

Gabriel, who was listening, chuckled. He kissed the belly. “Go the fuck to sleep.”

Lucifer snorted. “I’m sure that’s not how to do it.”

The three men huddled close, humming an irritated pregnant lady. The poor woman was with child and was alone. Dean’s old boyfriend, Alastair, had dumped and called her a tramp when she presented a positive pregnancy test. Balthazar, Gabriel, and Lucifer had swooped in and taken Dean in. Caring for her, providing, and all have their share of time in the bed.

They all loved each other. Most people thought their relationship was disturbing and inappropriate. But they could only give so many fucks to care about, they merely flipped a finger.

What the three men didn’t talk about was Alastair. Dean hated the man with such a hate that the three hoped would’t fall on them. And they must certainly never talked about the time Balthazar, Gabriel, and Lucifer beat the shit out of Alastair. Nope, that wasn’t important.

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Asking Dean’s Partners

Hi, I know no one asked for this and will never care. But what the hack, gotta do something right? Now, I’m doing four ships that root to Dean. No Destiel though. Sorry, but there’s enough of that. I guess I can bring in the boyfriends.

Hello, gentle men.

Lucifer: Hello

Balthazar: Nice to meet you doll

Gabriel: Aw, your such flatter!

Okay, so, each of you have been with Dean?

Lucifer: Yes

Balthazar: Plenty of times

Gabriel: More then those two ya-hoo’s

Do you top or bottom?

Lucifer: First times, Dean has topped. I have been more controlling of him though, and I think he enjoys it. I would say I’m top, but I don’t mind bottoming

Balthazar: Top

Gabriel: Who ever’s more horny. Both.

Any pet names? And does Dean have any for you?

Lucifer: I’m testing out beloved. Dean, and only Dean, calls me Luci.

Balthazar: Darling and Gorgeous. Dean tends to call me Balth when we do it

Gabriel: Big Boy *winks*

Big or Little spoon? Any reason?

Lucifer: Little. My vessel might be slightly taller then Dean’s, but I enjoy feeling his soul surround my Grace.

Balthazar: Both. Depends on who stayed away the longest.

Gabriel: I prefer being the big spoon but Dean tends to take over.

Who gets the last slice of pie?

Lucifer: Dean

Balthazar: Dean. Stupid question

Gabriel: Are you kidding me? If we don’t give him the last or whole pie, he would kick us out of the bed!

If John Winchester was still alive how would you react?

Lucifer: I don’t obey my father, why would I care about a meek human? I would love Dean no matter who thinks it’s wrong.

Balthazar: Give the ass a lecture about his poor treatment towards Dean

Gabriel: Pretend to be a Trickster and keep coming back to “life” as a prank. I would love to see a vein of his pop.

What would happen if you were human and Dean had cancer?

Lucifer: I would pray to father why he is so cruel to me

Balthazar: *stares off*

Gabriel: Why did this go all dark and serious? Go back to cute questions, no one needs this shit.

Sorry. How would you like to spend time with Dean?

Lucifer: I would like to garden, but something tells me that Dean doesn’t care much about plants. So, I would like tell him stories of how my father made the universe.

Balthazar: Drinking and screwing. But, I may or may not would like to take Dean to the Titanic before it sinks.

Gabriel: Playing pranks. And if there too “violent” then maybe I would like to bake with him.

Alright, it’s close to midnight and I have school tomorrow. Let’s wrap this up with one more question. Where would you place you mark?

Lucifer: The Mark of Cain was sorta my mark. But if we’re talking hand prints like Castiel did with his shoulder, then over his over heart.

Balthazar: I would place my mark were he can’t ever remove, even if we break up. I would place mark on the forehead of his skull, just a subtle “belongs to Balthazar” engraving.

Gabriel: Lot’s and lot’s of tattoos drawn on his body with my Grace.

Okay, that’s all the time I have tonight. Thanks for the new info. Bye.

Lucifer: Don’t ask of me to do this again *wings flutter*

Balthazar: Good talk, really. But if you drag me down here again, ask better questions. *wings flutter*

Gabriel: Ditto. *wings flutter*

I think that went well. But yea, did this on the spot. Please tell me if you want someone else asked Q&A questions of their relationship

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Three jocks Balthazar, Gabriel and Lucifer all just are the biggest bullies in their school, but when a cute, shy and geek girl name Deanna Winchester and the girls are picking on her because of her clothes, the three jocks goes up to her and just rescue her like she was the damsel in distress. The girls were shocked and complained that they should protecting them and not that geek, but the three jocks were too busy making sure the cutie Deanna gets to her class safely.

Kansas High was ruled by three bullies named Balthazar, Gabriel, and Lucifer. Now, let’s get one thing out of the way, the three of them were not your stereotypical jocks that made fun of nerds because they were the schools pride and joy. Nope. They were the ones that made jocks that thought they were high and might feel like absolute shit, but they weren’t knights in shinning armors that the gods have sent down to protect school misfits. In short, they picked on anyone.

Or that’s what everybody thought.

The three’s attention was stolen one day when they were walking down a hallway and a girl was shoved roughly out of the girls bathroom. Books and binders spiraled across the floor as they fell out of the girls arms. She landed on her butt and almost fell on her back but her arm stuck out, catching herself.

Balthazar, Gabriel, and Lucifer recognized her from a few of their past classes. Deanna, the blonde with emerald eyes that always sat in the front taking notes.

Lilith, Ruby, and Bela looked down at Deanna with smirks. Deanna avoided their eyes and went to pick up her textbook, but a foot kicked it out of reach and almost hit her. They snickered.

“What’s your problem?” Deanna asked. She picked up her stuff and stood up.

“Our ‘problem’,” Lilith stepped into Deanna’s face, her smirk still wide and so easily punch-able, “is that a certain bitch doesn’t know to stay out of the girls bathroom dressed like that.”

Deanna’s clothing was from goodwill, but that didn’t seem to be the problem. The problem was that Deanna had a little brother, the problem was that their dad made little to no money. So, saving her dad the money of clothing for Sammy when he gets older, Deanna wore men’s clothing that was little baggy. That was the problem, the fact that she wore men’s clothing.

“At least she doesn’t look like someone copy and pasted her.”

They turned their heads to see Gabriel, Balthazar, and Lucifer standing close. The cheerleaders swallowed a little and frowned.

“If it isn’t the three outcasts,” Ruby commented harshly. “I thought there was no better or worse people in your eyes.”

“So, why are you defending her?” Bela chimed in.

Lucifer, who was standing the farthest away, was in their faces in two strides. His blue were nothing like his gentle smile, they were furious and anger and made the girls knees weak. “Listen hear, you have no right to question us. You three have personalities as bland as rice cake, and the only thing I could ever come pair you to without insulting anyone is the end slice of a bread, do you know why?”

The girls shook their heads no.

“Because, like the end slice, everybody touches you but no one will ever want you,” Lucifer told them in the sweetest voice possible, which didn’t fit with the words at all.

Deanna blinked before being escorted by Gabriel and Balthazar down the hall, followed closely by Lucifer. She almost wished she could see Lilith, Ruby, and Bela’s faces.

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My goodness Dean is having an argument with Balthazar after he sees him flirting with a girl and as they were arguing, Balthazar just slaps Dean and he walks out to cool off. After he cools off he goes to Dean but he sees the room in disarray and he remembers him slapping Dean and he goes into the bedroom he sees Dean sleeping, but his eyes were puffy and had tearstreaks on them. He feels really bad as he had never made Dean cry during one of their arguments.

“I just having some fun!” Dean tried to get another point through.

Balthazar snorted. “And if you were fucking each, I guess that’s just ‘some fun’, wouldn’t it?”

“I wasn’t going to do that!” Dean yelled. “I wouldn’t cheat on you!”

“Dean, I know you,” Balthazar sneered. “You wouldn’t waste your time if your didn’t want something.”

He had enough of this. Balthazar didn’t want to argue anymore. Dean flirted a with a girl and he was just saying bullshit. Turning on heels, Balthazar made his way to leave but Dean didn’t seem he wanted to drop it.

“Why can’t you just listen to me?” Dean held on Balthazar’s arm in a death grip.

“Let go.”

“Not until you believe me.”

“Let go of me, Dean,” Balthazar said in a warning.

Dean didn’t pick up on the warning. “Why do you always-” He was cut off with cruel slap.

Balthazar’s hand came fast and hard against Dean’s check. The sound seemed to echo in the room, or at last it did in Dean’s ears. He let go of Balthazar’s arm and looked at him, Dean expected some kind of regret on his face. Imagine Dean’s heart when he only saw anger and annoyance when he looked in the blue eyes that he loves so much.

And not a single word more, Balthazar stormed out.

Leaving Dean in a dismay of tears and sobbing, holding his check that had gone red, all alone.

The blond angel came back around three in the morning. He cooled off with a few drinks and deep breathing. Balthazar walked back in the room expecting to see Dean asleep, well he was but not how normally was. Dean would always sleep facing the door and on his stomach. Instead, Dean had his back to the door in curled up position.

Walking to bed, Balthazar stripped to his boxers and joined his boyfriend in bed. But when Balthazar saw Dean’s face, his actions in the argument came over him like a cold splash of water.

On Dean’s face was a streak of tears, flushed showing the red sting of his palm better.

Balthazar hugged Dean. “I’m sorry.”

“That’s what I was trying to say,” Dean whispered. Voice hoarse and cracked.

Silence over took them. Not one saying a single thing, but what was there to say? Nothing. And that’s what happened. There was a few sniffles from Dean that made Balthazar hug him tighter.

“Why can’t you ever believe?” Dean asked.

Trust. Their big problem as a couple. It all rooted to Balthazar, who had serious trust issue’s, and Dean’s paranoia didn’t help.

“I don’t know,” Balthazar said truthfully.

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Bling and Shine

Pairing: Dean/Balthazar

Rating: Nothing but mentioned intercourse

Summary: Sam goes out for a run. Dean calls up a man that likes to gift her with bling bling.

Sam rolled his eyes when he begun to hear his sister muttering “ow”. He glanced at her and sure enough she was combing her hair. Dean hated her hair, wanted nothing more than to get a knife and end the suffering. But she didn’t.

It looked too much like mom’s.

“Give me that damn brush,” Sam sat behind Dean. And, without even waiting, he took it from her hand.

Dean let her brother work out the kinks in her hair. She felt the bristles lightly touch her scalp, Sam running the brush over and over again.

“What kind of magic do you possess?” Dean huffed, annoyed that her brother was better at taking care of her hair then herself.

“It’s called I’m not trying to rip all the hair out,” Sam replied.

Dean rolled her eyes. “Whatever. You’re such girl.”

“Says the girl,” Sam retorted.

“Bitch.”

“Jerk.”

Sam smiled as he worked his way around her hair. Starting at the back, then slowly the sides, and then finally the front. When he was finished, he tossed the hairbrush down onto the bed; it bounced once before nesting in the sheets. And to his hard work, Sam watched Dean shake her hair then put it up in a messy ponytail.

“And you wonder why it’s always knotted,” Sam muttered.

Dean rolled her eyes. “Shut up, not all of us have the power of not needing a hairbrush.”

Dropping the subject, Sam got up. “I’m gonna go for a run.”

“Ugh, health freak,” Dean stuck out her tongue.

Ignoring her, Sam walked out for his run. Dean watched her brother run down the street. Carefully counting a full minute before grinning.

Jumping on the crappy motel bed. Dean crawled to the edge, her hand reached down and pulled out something special out of it’s hiding spot. Her hand brought up an elegant choker necklace, silver chains about three fingers, and sitting in the middle was an emerald pendant. Dean felt a surge of guilt as she probably knew how much this cost and how she wasn’t worth it. But he seemed to enjoy seeing it around her neck, so to keep him happy Dean would put it on whenever they met up.

Tossing her hair over to one shoulder, Dean put the expensive jewelry on, locking the latches together. Her fingers brushed past the metal, the cold metal sent shivers but she knew that it would warm up.

Dean took out her phone, trying to push down the feeling that she was acting like a girl, and dialed the guys number. It only ran once before he picked up.

“Hello, gorgeous.”

“Hey,” Dean smiled despite herself, “guess what I’m wearing?”

Their little code. No dirty talk, just a small invention that the two shared. Dean found it weird but enjoyable. Sometimes she called late at night, teased him over a million false details. She was surprised how much he like to play to. But she knew that he had enough when he asked if she was wearing the necklace or not. When she playfully said nope, he would exaggerated sigh and call her such a tease.

“It wouldn’t happen to be the darling necklace?”

“Yup.”

And when Dean heard a pair of wings behind her, she didn’t jump when a pair of lips lightly pressed to her neck. Turning, she put her lips to his. The two moved slowly together. Dean had to part, needing air. She was panting, staring in Balthazar’s eyes.

“How long would your brother be out?” He asked, his voice even. Dean hated how he didn’t need air.

Huffing, Dean took a moment to breath. “Not a big town, so a quickie today.”

“Petty,” But he didn’t look like he wasn’t taking up the offer, Balthazar worked fast, taking off their clothes. Dean smiled against his lips.

(I’m not writing that. I’m freaking fifth teen, please don’t make me. I’m jumping to after.)

Both bodies panted, Dean more than Balthazar but she didn’t mind. Their clothes were spiraled every where, both naked under the sheets; not like either cared. Well, almost every item of clothing. The only thing that was on Dean was the choker necklace. Balthazar never removed it when they did it. Another thing he did that she didn’t question.

He moved over her body, hands placed to the sides of the Dean’s head. “How about another quick round before your moose of a brother comes through the door.”

Man, how much Dean wanted to but couldn’t. “We can’t, Sam’s gonna-”

Speak of the devil, Sam walked through the door expecting to see his sister watching Dr. Sexy. Not an angel over her body.

Balthazar groaned and sat back, but watched in amusement as Dean stumbled with the sheets to cover herself. Her whole face and neck went red, which would’ve made the choker stand out like a beacon. But Balthazar was gracious enough to snap it back to it’s hiding spot.

“Dean, is that Balthazar?” Sam quaked at the sight.

“Um . . .”

Balthazar stepped in, despite knowing the fact Sam could deep fry his wings in some holy oil. “Yes, it’s me, actually I’m a little offended that you don’t remember me, your sister sure has.” Balthazar didn’t know humans could have a deeper shade of red. “Now, if you could go run a few more laps, me and Dean were in the middle of something.”

Dean, wide eyed, was speechless. She felt sorry for Balthazar who was gonna face the wrath of a pissed moose.

Just like Dean thought, Sam was pissed at the sight and words of Balthazar. He stormed over to the angel sitting next to her and, without much warning, grabbed Balthazar by the arm and proceeded to drag him out of the bed.

“What the hell you moose! At least let me snap on a pair of clothes.”

Maybe if he hadn’t mouthed off earlier, Sam might’ve let him, maybe. But, Balthazar let his mouth run off, now he was thrown out the motel room.

Sam turned around to see his sister sheepishly smile. He sputtered a few moments with his words, from all the questions running in his head, but he stopped and turned white. “Did you use protection?”

Even though it was a serious question, Dean laughed. Laughed how that was the first question Sam asked. She kept on laughing even when Sam was yelling at her to stop. Of course, later on, Dean answered Sam’s question with a sassy comment. Then listened to him ramble on and on. Not really caring.

When she went to take a shower, Dean found a new bracelet, she would have to hide it with the other pieces of jewelry that Balthazar got her

But Dean did notice that Sam stopped taking as much runs as he use to.