#downs1de: sam

[trickheaven]

@downs1de in response to porn

                              "OH, PLEASE, porn never dies, Sam! Especially not the bestsellers I direct. So! I'll give you creative leeway. A historical setting with a bunch of oiled-up gladiators, maybe? Kinky stuff in a sex dungeon? A bit more focused on the female audience with romance and candles? What shall it be?"

[qapsiel]

@downs1de in response to the forehead kiss

                             CASTIEL SQUINTS DOWN AT SAM, apparently confused by Sam's confusion. "Isn't that one of the ways humans greet each other? Shaking each other's hands, kissing cheeks?" He definitely saw that in France. "Bowing is common in Japan. In Tibet, they stick out their tongue. In a lot of Arabian countries, you bump noses. And then there's hongi in New Zealand, where––oh."

                             Castiel pauses when he remembers the actual gesture. "I see what I did wrong. They press their foreheads together, not kiss it. I apologize."

[trickheaven]

@downs1de in response to LEAVES

                            "AND YOU LOOKED VERY SEXY DOING IT." An attempt to mollify Sam? Probably not. There have been maybe a handful of times when Gabriel saw the need to placate anyone, and those pranks have been way worse than pushing someone into a pile of dead leaves. Hey, Sam should be glad he didn't end up in dog poop! 

                            Gabriel gives the hunter a brilliant smile before his nose visibly twitches. He squints, then scratches it, but the nose twitches again, and before either of them can say anything, Gabriel releases an almighty hachoo. Every single dead leaf that has still been clinging to its twig now falls to the ground, and within seconds, the backyard looks like it did this morning: covered in a thick carpet of colorful leaves. "Oops?"

[qapsiel]

@downs1de in response to a necessary bath

                               CASTIEL CAN SMELL THE MINOR BLADDER INFECTION ON A CORPSE. It's safe to say that the state Sam Winchester-Davis is in is an affront to everyone, but especially to beings (like angels or dogs) with an exceptional olfactory sense. Castiel is doing everyone a favor, really. He could have wrestled Sam into the motel shower, too, but that would have been way too much effort, and anyway, he's trying to make a point and ensure that Sam won't ever let himself get into such a ripe state.

"It was necessary," he replies as he watches Sam swim toward the shore. He lowers himself down a little until it almost looks like he's walking across the surface of the lake; only the sharp wind that ripples the water indicates that his mighty wings keep him in the air. It's rather exhausting to fly that slowly, but he wants to ensure Sam's surprise bath doesn't turn into a surprise drowning. "Personal hygiene is not a choice, Sam. Do you know how many sicknesses mankind started to prevent by washing up regularly? You started to reek like a 14th-century peasant. Flies were about to lay eggs in your hair."

[trickheaven]

@downs1de in response to sex now

                         "NOPE," GABRIEL ANNOUNCES CHEERFULLY. Only losers stop, after all, and Gabriel is no loser. Plus, he's really bored. Sam should be glad he isn't out causing havoc somewhere because giving humans their just dessert is somehow mean and downright psychopathic (not his words), and if Sam is no adamantly against Gabriel feeding evil scientists that treat monkeys like shit to alligators, well, then he's got to take one for the team and entertain the archangel.

                          His face, at least, looks like Gabriel's suggestion is falling on sympathetic ears, even if he has to act a little prude first. That's fine. If Sam needs to tell himself he was seduced, Gabriel can be the bad boy. "No, Sam, in five hours when I've found something else to entertain me with." Sarcasm is practically dripping from his voice. "What, you can only do the deed at night or what?" One snap later, the bleak autumn sun has disappeared for a midnight sky. "Better?"

[trickheaven]

stop telling people i want to get my cherry popped

"What? I can't hear you over your cherry begging to be popped."