A Debriel prompt? Mmmm! How about Dean appears somewhere by himself to do some questioning of a witness, sees Gabe, but Gabe pretends not to have a single clue who he is, and is dressed as a Ghostbuster.
I didn’t finish the other ask lol. And basically, Dean being the movie buff he is, knows Ghostbusters, but he doesn’t understand how they could POSSIBLY role play Gabe being the ghostbuster and Dean being the one with the haunting ;)
Oh my God don’t throw things at me but I’ve never seen Ghostbusters! Okay… I’ll just… research a bit and try to do my best with what I know from pop culture? So sorry!
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Dean is fuming. He gets out of the lovely suburban house, and stomps furiously to his car. There’s nothing, absolutely nothing on this case. It should have been a simple salt and burn, that’s why he’s alone. But he salted, and he burned, and shit is still happening, and he has no idea what to do. What the lady just told him doesn’t make any sense. Ghosts are not green, and they certainly don’t leave goo anywhere, and just… fuck it.
He pulls on his tie and enters his car. He needs a drink or two, a shower, and something like a nice, fat pizza to make the anger disappear. Maybe he’ll call Gabe. Phone sex could relax him. Yes.
He drives away, satisfied with his plans. Except… well. Shit happen. Again. He barely has time to get rid of his monkey suit, take a shower and change his clothes that there’s someone screaming outside on the parking lot of the motel. There’s the sound of a car crashing, and a guy yelling a loud ‘What the fuck?!’. Dean tenses, on high alert, and he sprints outside, only to come face to face with… the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man?
What the fuck, indeed. At least it explains the green ghost who hate Mrs. Paris’s birthday cake. But how? Why? What? Dean’s brain is going into overdrive, trying to come up with an explanation, but he can’t find any. Unless…
“Let’s show this bitch how we do things down town!”
Dean turns around. Of course. Of friggin’ course, it had to be Gabriel. Gabriel, who’s now standing next to Dean, wearing a Ghostbuster costume and what looks like a genuine Ghost Trap.
Dean gaps at him for a second, before he find his senses again. “Are you out of your fucking mind??”
“Please, Sir,” Gabriel answers, pretending he doesn’t know him, “step away. Leave this to the professionals.”
And he takes off, running to the Marshmallow Man. The people around the parking lot look at him like he’s crazy. Some of them take out their cellphones and start filming as Gabriel takes down the ‘Ghost’. Dean can’t do nothing but watch, half terrified, half confused. He’s already trying to find an excuse, something to say to all these people gathering around, filming the scene, to explain what just happened. But his mind is empty. He can’t believe Gabriel did what he just did, and he just doesn’t understand it.
Staying here won’t do anybody any good, so Dean steps inside his room again, and waits. Gabriel comes in ten minutes later, smirking.
“We came. We saw. We kicked its ass,” he drawls.
Dean wants to punch him in the face. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”
Gabriel opens his mouth to speak, still smiling, but when he sees Dean’s look of anger, his smile fades, and he hesitates.
“What? Was it too much?”
“I don’t get it,” Dean answers with a frustrated growl. “I don’t get you. You could have hurt someone! Some jackasses filmed you, dammit! How are you going to explain this? What am I suppose to say to the chief of police when people will tell him you ran straight to me after catching a friggin’ marchmallow man??”
Gabriel’s eyebrows raise up to his hairline, like he’s actually surprised. “Oh.” He scratches his head, and his smile comes back. “They won’t remember a thing, I promise. And,” he snaps his fingers, “there. No more videos. Can we go on, now?”
“Go on… go on doing what?”
Sighing, Gabriel indicates his outfit with a wave of his hand. “The roleplaying?”
This stops Dean. His brain seems to freeze. He opens his mouth and closes it several time, like a fish out of water, before he can find his voice again.
“The what?”
“Okay, maybe I misunderstood,” Gabriel says, deflating.
They stare at each other for a long minute.
“Oh God,” Dean suddenly burst. “You thought… shit… that time when we watched Ghostbusters and we talked about roleplaying you actually thought…?”
“You said you thought the outfit was sexy,” Gabriel shrugs.
“Oh my god. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”
Gabriel raises an eyebrow. “Yeah, well, you looked like you did.”
“Shit.”
With a defeated sigh, Gabriel sits on the bed next to Dean, shoulders slumped. “I guess we won’t have crazy ghostbuster sex, then?”
“Uh…” is all Dean can get out.
They sit in silence for a while. Dean doesn’t know what to say. He feels stupid. But he’s glad Gabriel’s here. He missed the bastard. That’s one of the reason why he wanted to be done with this case as quickly as possible. Speaking of which…
“What about the case?”
“It was just a ghost. You took care of it on the first day, don’t worry.”
“Okay.” He scratches the back of his head. “So, uh. Thanks. I mean, when I told you about roleplay I was thinking of somethin’ a little more intimate, and a little bit more like, you know, a doctor-patient thing, but. Thanks. For the effort, you know.”
“You’re welcome,” gabriel snorts.
He looks so disappointed that Dean’s heart breaks a little. “We could still, uh,” he starts. Then takes a breath before he goes on. “Thanks for saving my ass against that giant inflatable monster, mister Ghostbuster,” he says, serious. “Maybe we could cuddle to celebrate?”
He knows Gabriel loves to cuddle. And Gabriel knows Dean is reluctant to do so, since it feels a little too girly for his taste. And so Gabriel’s smiles come back when he realizes what Dean just suggested, and he nods.
“Sure thing, Sir. It was a pleasure saving such a nice piece of derriere.”
Dean laughs as he stands up, offering his hand to Gabriel. The angel takes it, and they settle on the small couch of the motel room in front of the TV. Gabriel insists to be the big spoon, and Dean indulge him, for once. They watch some shitty daytime TV for hour, just enjoying each other’s company.
After that, they plan their roleplaying sessions. And they do have some wonderful sex. Dean wonders someday where the Ghostbuster costume went, though. It sure looked sexy as hell on his angel.
