All I want to see is Gabriel being the ruler of Heaven and being the first person who is actually good at it. I want him to be the feared Archangel Gabriel, the one who is known to kill any enemy without hesitation and send “God’s wrath” down to those he deems worthy of such monstrosities, while also being former Trickster Gabe who makes every angel try all of his favorite candies and sends gushes of wind towards Trump’s hair and who makes April Fool’s Day more important than Easter. I want him restoring order, fixing Heaven, setting up a whole new law system, while also teaching the angels the importance of removing their prejudice against other species. I want Gabriel slowly restoring Michael’s power in case he ever needs his brother again, and Gabriel going to Lucifer in the form of illusions trying to talk him into possibly becoming the angel he once was. I want a scene where an angel is being ordered to keep an eye out on someone, just to find out that that someone is Loki’s daughter, Hel, going on a first date with a hunter or something. I want Thor to awkwardly visit Heaven. I want angels to stare at Gabe in shock when he phones someone and calls them “Dad” just to look over at them and mouth “not that one!” I want Gabriel arranging deals with Crowley over which side gets more souls. I just want Gabriel in charge.
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Summary: When four very popular bloggers in the TFB community meet (namely Dean, Castiel, Gabriel, and Kevin) meet, there is bound to be a whole lot of excitement, a whole lot of mischief, and, of course, plenty of tickling.
A/N: This fic is set in my blogging ‘verse, as you have probably already deduced. I hope you enjoy it! :D ~evanescent!anon
Hypah’s Note: squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee! This is the first time someone had submitted a fic to me and just I’m exploding inside with delight and appreciation and thank you!! I wish I could give you a play by play of my reactions while reading this, Evanescent, but I don’t wanna give anything away to anyone else. It’s amazing and I love that you made it exist. Absolutely wonderful!
There was a lot of buzz in the ticklefic blogging community lately, mainly because of one specific upcoming event: A question and answer video with not one, not two, not even three, but four of the most popular bloggers in their little niche of the Internet. Even more excitingly, it happened to be two pairs that were avidly shipped by many of their followers. The ship names (Destiel and Kevriel) seemed almost silly to the bloggers, but they had to admit that their passionate shippers were all very sweet.
“Dean,” Castiel said chidingly from the living room couch as he watched his housemate bustle around in an attempt to tidy their somewhat messy living space. “Gabriel will make a mess of things anyway while he visits us. He likes to cause a stir. If you make a point of making this place suspiciously clean, he’ll catch on to how annoyed you would be if someone messed it up.”
“Oh, c'mon,” Dean rolled his eyes, though he stilled his hands from straightening the magazine pile on the counter. “I know he’s messed with you like that plenty of times, but he’s your brother. You really think he’d be the same way to me?”
“Yes,” Cas replied with complete certainty. Dean huffed in frustration and turned away, opting to return to his organizing. However, that came to an abrupt halt when he was caught off-guard by a gentle flurry of fingers at his sides, not much more forceful than the fluttering of a butterfly’s wings but still devastatingly ticklish. And Cas knew that. Of course he knew that. Even with Dean being primarily a 'ler, there had been many times where Cas had managed to exploit his ticklishness, and that guy could get some serious revenge when he wanted to.
“Cahahahas, I swehehear,” Dean giggled, swatting away at Castiel’s hands. Dean gave him a warning look once the fingers stilled. “We’ll be on camera within the hour, and I’ll have every opportunity to share your worst spots with the world, so you’d better watch it.” He accentuated his point with a few jabs to Cas’s stomach, causing him to double over in a fit of squeaky giggles.
“Will you at least try to quit stressing about my dork of a brother and his practically-boyfriend?” Cas pleaded.
Dean sighed and nodded reluctantly. “Fine. I just want it to be nice because–” He was cut off by a sharp knock at the door. “They are guests, you know.”
“You’re charming enough without a perfectly organized bookcase. I promise,” Cas reassured him with a smile. He seemed to have caught on to the slight anxiety Dean felt about meeting other bloggers. Meeting Cas was one thing; he could tease the guy into oblivion and was already best friends with him before they met. These were popular bloggers, often victims of total adoration from their followers, and to be completely honest, he was slightly intimidated.
Taking a deep breath and shaking off his uncertainty, Dean headed for the door and opened it. He was met with the sight of Gabriel pinching Kevin’s sides with a smile that could only be described as malicious.
“Gahahahabe! Get ohohoff!” Kevin pushed at the grinning man next to him.
Reluctantly, Gabriel withdrew his hands and smiled at Dean. “Hey, Dean-o, good to see you! Hope you’re keeping Cassie in check,” he winked as he stepped inside, Kevin close at his heels.
Dean laughed. “I’m certainly trying.”
“Gabriel,” Cas greeted, a small smile ghosting his features. It was the warmest he usually got when it came to greeting someone other than Dean.
“Nice to see you too, bro,” Gabe said, ruffling Cas’s hair. “Though I am surprised your face isn’t permanently pink, based on all that blushing you claim to be doing lately. Dean-o can work wonders with feathers, huh?”
Castiel flushed and put a hand to the back of his neck. Dean had once asked if it was awkward for him to have a brother with the same…out-of-the-ordinary interest that he did, but Cas had said that since Gabriel was unabashed about pretty much everything, it was hard to feel particularly awkward around him. “I should totally block you,” he mumbled, but he smiled as he said it.
“Uh-huh. You do that, Cassie-boy.”
“Hi, guys,” Kevin smiled pleasantly. He was not nearly as outgoing as Gabriel, but he seemed friendly enough, albeit a bit nerdy.
“Ah, yes, I suppose I should introduce my partner-in-crime,” Gabe gestured to Kevin. “This is Kevlyn.”
Kevin blushed and glanced away at the nickname. “You know I hate it when you call me that.”
Gabriel smiled sweetly. “Yep.” Then he glanced around, his expression somewhat calculating and analytical. “Did you guys clean up this place just for me?” A tone of mischief sneaked into his voice as he asked.
Dean froze up from sheer disbelief for a moment, but luckily, Cas was prepared. “Of course not. Do you really think I’d let Dean do that, knowing you as well as I do?”
Gabe was not even phased. “Why, thank you, Cassanova, I’ll take that as a compliment,” he grinned. Then he clapped his hands together. “Well, shall we get started?”
Dean nodded eagerly. He could not deny he was excited to film the video. It was an entirely new experience, to physically talk to his followers, not to mention to be able to do so with his best friend and two other well-respected bloggers. The four of them sat down on the faded green couch set in front of the camera, with Dean and Gabe on the ends and their respective ship partners seated next to them.
“Who wants to start us off?” Castiel asked.
“Uh, me, duh,” Gabriel insisted. “I’m the star of this show, after all.” Dean caught a glimpse of Cas rolling his eyes and suppressed an amused smile. “Why, hello, everyone! Come one, come all, 'lers, 'lees, and switches alike, to the wonderful, astounding, better-than-air-itself Q-and-A video featuring Dean-o, Cassandra, Kevlyn, and, of course, me,” he dramatically gestured to himself, “the stunningly handsome Gabriel.”
Kevin snorted, which earned him a poke to the side from Gabriel.
“And modest, too,” Castiel added sarcastically.
Gabe put a hand over his heart and pretended to be utterly flattered. “Oh, Cassie, darling, do you think so?”
Dean laughed as the two went back and forth for a moment, and then took the paper filled with questions for the four of them out of his pocket, unfolding it and clearing his throat to get the two brothers to stop their feud, at least for a moment.
“Right, I suppose we should actually answer some questions for you goofballs,” Gabriel admitted, shooting a wink to the camera. They had agreed over a Skype call that they would take turns reading off the questions so that no one would feel left out. Dean, who had recorded all of the inquiries, had, of course, been designated to go first.
“Okay, we got this question at least five times: 'Do you all live together-slash-near each other-slash-some variation of that?’” Dean read off.
“Dean and I share an apartment, yes,” Castiel answered, ignoring Gabriel’s high-pitched “ooh” in the background. “But we don’t live near Kevin and Gabe.”
“Gabriel and I don’t live together,” Kevin explained, “but we might as well. He comes to my house all the times and interrupts my study sessions because–well–I actually don’t know why. Probably just to be an annoyance.”
“Because it’s fun to be an annoyance!” To prove his point, Gabe decided to repeatedly wiggle his fingers in Kevin’s direction, getting closer and closer to his stomach each time before drawing back, until Kevin was practically in Castiel’s lap as he attempted to squirm away. “Seeeeeeee?”
“Knock it off, Gabe, no, don’t, Gabriel, plehehehehehease!” Kevin squealed as Gabriel’s fingers finally scribbled over his stomach, causing him to collapse back into his seat, overcome by a fit of laughter even after Gabe retreated.
Cas was up next to read a question. Dean grinned when he saw the inevitable blush rising to his cheeks as he said, “The next question is, 'What are your favorite t-t-” He coughed and finally spit out the fateful word, “tickle tools to use or have used on you?”
“What do you think, featherhead?” Dean asked teasingly, putting emphasis on the f-word, knowing full-well how much Cas would blush when he heard it. “He loves those. You have no idea. They work wonders. And I’d have to say, apart from fingers, they’re my favorite thing to use.” While Cas was distracted by covering his face and mumbling something about how this “totally wasn’t fair”, Dean reached over to the coffee table that they had moved against the wall in preparation for filming and grasped a long, ebony feather that was a personal favorite. As a demonstration, he dragged it across the back of Castiel’s neck, causing him to scrunch up and laugh, hitting Dean playfully on the arm. “See?”
“How 'bout you, Kevvy?” Gabe asked knowingly.
“I like…I don’t mind the makeup brushes you have,” Kevin mumbled.
Gabriel’s eyes lit up. “Oh, you do, do you? Well, that’s valuable information for me to have. A huge thank you to whoever asked that question,” he said. “As for me, I like electric toothbrushes. And hairbrushes. And the little claw-things that attach to your fingertips, which, yes, I did invest in recently, Kevin, so I’m excited to try those out.”
The next few questions were relatively normal: They included things like favorite colors, favorite foods, and what made them decide to start blogging. Once, when the question-reading duty fell to Kevin, the inquiry was “Where do you live?”, to which he abruptly responded, “Earth” and passed the paper to Gabriel.
“Ooh, this is a good-y. Who’s more ticklish, Cas or Kev?” As Gabriel read the question, Castiel and Kevin exchanged nervous glances.
Dean grinned. “That is a good-y. How should we test it?”
“I vote,” Gabe began, “that they try to keep their arms up. First one to take them down is the ticklish wittle princess.”
Dean laughed. “That sounds fair.” Although he and Gabe might have different techniques, Dean knew that they both had an equal advantage of experience over the two blushing 'lees. “Arms up, guys.”
Slowly, Cas and Kevin obeyed, raising their arms up and watching intently as Gabriel and Dean moved behind the couch, standing behind the two nervous victims.
“Three…two…one…go!” Gabriel exclaimed. He went right in for the kill, spidering his fingers in Kevin’s underarms and vibrating his fingertips over the taut ribcage. Kevin was in stitches, and his arms were barely staying up, quivering desperately and fighting the urge to clamp down.
The best technique to get Cas to crack, at least in Dean’s experience, was one of finesse and patience. Dean calmly started to draw circles with his fingernails on the inside of Castiel’s wrists and spiraling downward on the arms that were helpfully exposed by Cas’s short-sleeved shirt.
“Dehehean,” Cas was giggling gently throughout the whole process, his arms jerking a couple of times but managing to stay upright. “What ahahare you–NAHAHAHA, OKAHAHAHAY-HEHEHEHE, STAHAHAHAP!”
Just as Dean’s fingertips grazed the edges of Cas’s armpits, Dean quickly moved them to Castiel’s stomach, tickling ruthlessly. Being caught by surprise at the horrifically ticklish sensations fixated on a spot he was not expecting was a devastating combination for Cas, and his arms came crashing down to protect his torso as Dean’s fingers jumped from his sides to his ribs to his tummy in a random, unpredictable pattern.
Kevin’s instincts won out mere seconds later as Gabriel turned his hands into claws and dragged them over Kevin’s sides. Both of the 'lees were left red-faced and letting out residual giggles as Dean and Gabe returned to their seats with satisfied grins.
“Well, there ya go. Cas is a ticklish little princess,” Dean teased, patting Cas’s knee fondly.
“A-Ahahaham not,” the loser of the game protested, turning his face away from the camera in embarrassment.
“Adorable,” Dean grinned.
“You know,” Kevin put in, “you could’ve just had a civil debate about that, you didn’t have to–”
“Oh, but we did,” Gabriel interrupted unwaveringly. He wrapped his arms around Kevin, who was still breathing hard, and gently tickled his sides and stomach. When Dean raised a questioning eyebrow, Gabe simply motioned for him to continue.
“All right, last question,” Dean said, talking over Kevin’s giggles, which were rising in pitch as Gabriel increased the intensity of the tickling, digging a bit more forcefully into the tense muscles around Kevin’s middle.
“Oh, get a room, you too,” Cas teased.
Gabriel stuck his tongue out at his brother. “Watch out, little bro, or you’re next.”
“Gahahahahabe, hehehehehe, we’re on camerahahahaha!”
Gabriel laughed. “Fair point, fair point. I should be trying harder.” Kevin let out a cry of protest, which only made Gabe laugh harder. “I’m kidding, you dweeb.” With that, he withdrew his hands.
“Which one of you would reign triumphant in a tickle fight?”
Gabriel let out a long sigh. “Obviously me,” he said casually.
Dean gave him an incredulous look. “You kidding? I could take you down!” Kevin and Cas made an effort to defend themselves as candidates, but they quickly quieted down when Dean reminded them of why exactly it was so easy to keep them pinned during tickle sessions.
“Them’s fightin’ words, Deanie-boy,” Gabriel warned. Kevin appeared to be hiding a smile. “What makes you think you’re any match for me?”
“He packs on the pounds with pie,” Cas offered. Dean rolled his eyes and gave him a jab to the side.
“I’m not all that ticklish,” Dean insisted. “Wouldn’t be hard to take someone down that’s as…vertically challenged…as you are.”
“Ohohoho, that is just rich, coming from the brother of a regular Goliath,” Gabriel snorted. “You better watch it, or I will have to prove my honor as the greatest 'ler of all time in front of the entire TFB community.”
Dean barked out a laugh. “I’m really scared, short stuff.”
Gabriel’s eyes darkened and a mischievous grin ghosted his features. “All right, then, you asked for it.” Within seconds, Dean was being tackled to the ground, his back hitting the wooden floor with a solid thump as Gabe descended on top of him, straddling his thighs. He had no time to react before Gabriel’s devious fingers were dancing over his ribs, drawing girlish, squeaky giggles from his mouth. “Not all that ticklish, hm?”
“Gahahahabriehehehel, this is sohohoho stupid!” Dean writhed back and forth under Gabriel’s undoubtedly-skilled fingers. The guy had made his hands into claws and was dragging them down Dean’s sides and ribcage, and freaking vibrating them whenever he identified a spot that was particularly bad.
“What’s stupid? I’ll tell you what’s stupid. You lying to me about how horrifically ticklish you actually are,” Gabriel seemed to take sadistic pleasure in drawing out the t-word and making Dean turn even redder than he already had become. Gabriel pinched at Dean’s sides and poked at his tummy, leaving no ticklish spot unturned. In the commotion, Dean caught a glimpse of Cas angling the camera to get a perfect shot of his demise, and mentally vowed to get that traitor back later.
“GAHAHAHAHABE! I swehehehear I will gehehehet you bahahahack for-” His empty threat was cut off by an honest-to-goodness squeal when Gabe spidered his fingers just a little too close to Dean’s hips.
“Ooh,” Gabriel cooed. “That will be…useful.” He winked at Kevin and Castiel, who were watching and looked highly amused. Gabe managed to ensnare one of Dean’s flailing arms, pinning it above his head and wiggling his fingers over the exposed underarm threateningly. “De-ean,” Gabe teased. “This is a veeeeery interesting predicament we have on our hands.”
“Y-You cohohould leave your hahahands completely out of this,” Dean suggested through nervous laughter.
Gabriel shook his head. “I don’t think so, Dean-o. Hey, look at that! I was a poet and I didn’t know it!”
Kevin groaned. “That was bad.”
Gabe just smiled and proceeded to wiggle his fingertips over the fabric of Dean’s shirt, which sent him into hysterics. The sensations were electrifying, especially since all of his nerves were in overdrive. Castiel had never managed to keep him pinned this long; Dean always found a way to get and keep the upper hand with the dorky Featherhead. Gabriel was an absolute monster with his fingers, and despite his size, he kept Dean’s arm solidly pinned above his head effortlessly, despite how much Dean squirmed or arched his back.
“NAHAHAHAHA, CAHAHAHAHAS,” Dean helped, scrunching his shoulders as Gabriel trailed his fingers over Dean’s neck, finally releasing the trapped hand.
“Awww, calling for your boyfriend?” Both Dean and Cas blushed, which only encouraged Gabe. “That’s cuuuuute.” After a few more seconds of gliding his nails over Dean’s neck, Gabriel finally stopped, resting his hands on Dean’s torso and drumming his fingers intermittently over his ribcage. “Now, Dean,” he began sternly. “I warn you, there will be consequences if you refuse to do what I say in a minute here.”
“Whahahat?” Dean asked, trying futilely to push Gabe off.
“Surrender, and admit that I’m the winner!”
“No freaking wahahay, dude, I didn’t even have a chance, and–wait-nononononoHOHOHOHOHO!” Dean’s protests dissolved into desperate laughter as Gabe went in for the kill, attacking his hips with squeezes and spidery tickles and all manner of tactics that were horrible and amazing and that he would definitely have to remember to try on Cas later. Dean shook his head from side to side, cackling with laughter and trying desperately to get away. “OKAHAHAHAY, YOU’RE THE WIHIHIHINNER, YOU WIHIHIHIHIN!”
As soon as the words left Dean’s mouth, Gabriel retreated. “I always do,” he said with a smirk. Then he turned to the camera. “Thanks, all you crazy people, for watching and sending us questions. We should do this again, I think Dean had the time of his life.”
“Screhehew you,” he panted from the ground, still letting out residual giggles.
“Until next time, adios, mi amigos,” Gabe finished it off, and ended the footage with everyone waving. By the end of the day, they had all agreed that the video was a huge success…and they would definitely have to film another one sometime soon.
First off I hope this is enough BAMF!Gabriel for you (I’m pretty rusty with writing since it’s been a bit since I wrote and not just roleplayed) and secondly, the idea about what Metatron hears came from this video: Crack Vid.
My beta who is amazing was Melodramaticsalad.
The last time he picked a battle he ended up dead by his own brother. It wasn’t even for someone he liked either, it was for the Winchesters, the Winchesters. Brother versus brother had been a constant theme in his life and he was pretty sure it was because his dad had no imagination. If he did, then maybe it wouldn’t have been easier for him to stay in hiding, for his family not to be torn apart, and let alone forcing himself to be fake his death twice. He was still curious as to how he got away with tricking Lucifer, the angel he looked up to and learned from to piss Michael off in Heaven. Then again, maybe the part of Lucifer that let him go couldn’t bear to see him dying under his own hand. Gabriel hated guessing in times like these but with how much the future has changed since he found a way to get the Winchesters out, it was just a guessing game.
Gabriel had been a hundred times more careful about his presence on Earth so that no one would be able to find him again. The last thing he wanted or needed was to be pulled back into helping the Winchesters. Right now, there was just one person he cared about it and it was fledgling that his dad handed to him centuries ago, Castiel. He really thought that it was a joke when he had an armful of fluffy wings and black hair.
“What is this?” he asked Chuck.
“Castiel.” he answered.
Gabriel frowned at that and looked down at Castiel for a few seconds before looking away again. “Why me?”
Chuck just gave a small smile, “Everything I do has a reason.”
“Yeah but I’ll kill it.”
“You’ll do the exact opposite.” he assured Gabriel even though he knew that Gabriel was trying to just talk his way out of it. “Just trust me.” he said before leaving the two to start bonding.
The archangel sighed as he remembered the last part and shook his head. Castiel just had to be worse than he ever was for Lucifer, because the stupid seraph continuously got into trouble and hurt himself. Nothing had changed at all. Gabriel decided to watch Castiel after he faked his death, and it was like he was an honorary Winchester to begin with. He had no luck, he died several times, and had become more than one species in less than ten years.
So far, Gabriel saw no reason to intervene because there always seemed to be a Felix Felicis for Castiel when shit hit the fan. This time however, nothing was there, nothing was going to stop him, and he refused to let Metatron basically destroy what family they had left.
Metatron had gotten Castiel restrained and explained his situation. “This will help our family Castiel.” he assured him bringing up the angel blade before there was a ringing in his ear. He winced a little and closed his eyes tightly for a few seconds. When he opened them again his vision was a little blurry and the sound had changed. NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN Castiel looked at Metatron furrowing his eyebrows as he watched the angel blade and began to shift a little trying to get free. He froze when Metatron looked over at him. “Do you hear that?” he asked.
“No?” Castiel asked really confused now and took a few seconds to try to hear whatever the other angel was hearing.
NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN NYAN “What is that sound?!” Metatron exclaimed before it just stopped and he sighed heavily in relief before feeling another presence in the room. He looked up quickly and his eyes widened. “Gabriel?”
“You used to listen to me and write down our father’s word. What you’re doing is far from what he ever planned.” The archangel stated feeling wrong at how he was defending God after all this time of running and hiding from his own family.
Metatron scoffed at that and held his angel blade up in defense. “You know more than anyone else, he doesn’t care about us and has left. It’s time for someone to take his place.”
Gabriel raised an eyebrow at that, “And you honestly think you’re the perfect candidate? All you were good at was taking orders from God to write and have you actually read your own writing? It’s worse than Twilight and Fifty Shades of Grey combined.”
“What? And the archangel who ran while turning his back on his own family is any better?”
“I don’t want that shitty job.”
“Then why are you here?”
Gabriel looked over at Castiel before back at Metatron. “I’m taking care of the one thing dad trusted me with, Castiel.”
Metatron rolled his eyes and pointed to Castiel. “He is willing to do this, so step out of the way.”
“I’m not losing a fight to a bookworm.” stated Gabriel as his angel blade appeared in his hand. “I’m not losing again.” The two of them squared off but instead of aiming for Gabriel, Metatron went for Castiel’s throat and managed to slice it. Gabriel thought he was coming for him and when Castiel’s grace began to leave his body the room filled with golden brown feathers and a blinding light. Metatron was thrown against the wall and couldn’t regain his composure fast enough before Gabriel pushed his blade into his chest. “You’re not hurting Castiel.” he snarled a little before pushing it into him the rest of the way and the room filled with a bright light again.
Castiel was back with the Winchesters to help out Sam and the after effects of not completing the trials not too long after Gabriel saved him. He knew that the Winchesters would probably want to know that his brother was still alive but being the only one to know that and know how much he did care about family, would make things a little easier to deal with now.
