Angel’s Patience Is Limited
Title: Angel’s Patience is Limited Fandom: Supernatural Characters: Dean, Sam, Cas Summary: Ticklish!Sam, Ticklish!Dean, mentioned Ticklish!Cas; The boys are being annoying with their constant arguing. Cas decides to put an end to it. Oh, the repercussions :)
Original Prompt: How about Sam and Dean won't stop arguing about absolutely everything and Cas has had enough of it, so he "convinces them" to apologise to each other with a little help from his grace, much laughter involved? But of course Sam and Dean aren't the type of people to let things go without revenge :)
A/N: Thank you for sending a prompt ANON! YAY! Cas + Mojo + Irritating Winchesters = Tickles MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
Cas has been around for ages. He had years to perfect his level of patience and learned many meditation techniques to help calm himself. Nothing had ever been able to break it before. So why was it, that an afternoon with the Winchesters could make Castiel’s jaw clench, hands ball into fists and make him bite his tongue to stop from screaming Enochian curses at them to just shut UP!
I mean, c’mon? It wasn't that hard to try and compromise with each other. But, every time Sam had a suggestion, Dean snarked back. Every time Dean brought up where to stay next, Sam had a complaint. Every time anything came up, the boys exploded into another argument. At first, Castiel understood. They had been living in each others pockets for months on end with little to no free time and they were annoyed of each others constant presence. But now it was getting ridiculous.
Sam was on his laptop, looking up information on their current hunt, a frown on his face. He was clicking the keys to hard from frustration and it made Castiel wince every time. Dean was sitting on the couch, nursing a beer. There was a tick in his forehead, which showed how annoyed he was at his brothers constant clicking. Finally, he seemed to snap, whirling viscously on Sam with a snarl.
“Do you mind?!”
“No,” Sam answered calmly, glaring up at his big brother. “I don't mind seeing as I’m the one doing the research.”
“I did my part already, you’re the one slacking up!”
“I’m slacking?! Dean, all you did was check out the nearest bar!”
Castiel felt his wing twitch in irritation, annoyance crossing his face. He didn't know how much longer he could handle this....The Winchester’s voices grew in volume as they became more and more annoyed with each other till finally, Cas felt his breaking point snap in two.
“ENOUGH!” He yelled, flinging a hand out. Dean slammed into the other bed next to Sam’s. The computer disappeared from Sam’s lap and the youngest Winchester yelped when he realized he couldn't move. Dean came to the same conclusions seconds later.
“Cas, what the hell, man?” Dean shouted, head turning back in forth in desperation. Sam stayed silent, eyes narrowing at their angel friend.
“You too have annoyed me to my limit,” Castiel snarled at them. “I, an angel of the Lord, should have something akin to unlimited patience. How is it that two mortals broke it?!”
“I don't know. Sam just has that type of personality,” Dean hissed, glaring at his brother best he could. Sam gaped but kept silent for he could see Cas was honestly getting pissed at them even though he wanted to snap so bad.
Castiel narrowed his deep blue eyes at Dean, and raised his hand. Dean paused, staring at Cas with wide eyes. Before he could say a thing, tendrils of grave shot at Dean, starting at his feet an working his way up.
Dean yelped in surprise before clenching his jaw to keep the laughter from pouring out. Damn, he never should of introduced tickling to Cas in the first place. And of course, the angel knew all the Winchester’s worst spots.
“Cas,” Dean gritted out. “Knohock it off!”
Sam didn't dare laugh at his brother for he knew it would only draw attention to himself. Although, he allowed himself to feel a bit smug. Castiel didn't respond to Dean, only moving his grace along the muscled calves in a tingly way that made Dean crack a smile and a groan. He shot two more swirls of grace up to Dean’s ribs, moving them in a fluid motion that finally made Dean laugh loudly.
“Nohoho! Cahahas! Stohohop ihihit!” Dean hated how he couldn't move. He felt so vulnerable which made him feel so much more ticklish! It was insane. “PleheheAHAHAHA! CAHAHAS!”
Sam would of jumped if he could at the loud squeal and knew Cas hit the little spot under Dean’s ribs near his back that always had Dean cackling. A warm feeling settled in Sam’s stomach at Dean’s carefree laughter―despite the desperate tone―and wondered if maybe that was Castiel’s point of all this.
“Don’t think I have forgotten about you, Sam,” Castiel raised an amused eyebrow at the younger Winchester. Sam realized the warm feeling wasn't just from his fondness for his big brother. The warmth easily turned into ticklish pokes and prods and vibrations on his worst spot ever.
“NOHOHO FAHAHAIR!” Sam shrieked, giggles immediately bubbling out of him. He didn't get a warm up tickle or anything, Cas went straight for the kill. The grace zeroed in on Sam’s bellybutton, brushing against the rim before swirling in deep. Sam arched best he could, squeaks and snorts escaping him. “CAHAHAS!”
Dean could hear Sam’s childish laughter and felt his own grow as Dean teased the skin right before his hips. It kept coming so close before jerking back, always making him feel anticipation.
“STAHAHAP IHIHIT!” Dean whined. “DOHOHON’T TEHEHEASE MEHEHE!”
“Alright,” Castiel shrugged, shooting all the grace he had on Dean to both of his slim hips.
“WAHAHAHAIT!” Dean shrieked before falling into hysterical laughter.
“NAHAHA!” Sam screeched when he felt the softer vibrations turn into what had to have been millions of raspberries all at once on ever inch of his tummy.
“Dean, are you sorry for snarking at Sam 24/7 and being a jerk?”
“YEHEHEHES! IHIHI’M SOHOHOHORRY!”
“And Sam, are you sorry for complaining about every thing and being a, uh, bitch?”
“YAHAHAHAH! SOHOHO SOHOHORRY!”
“Apologize to each other,” Castiel demanded. The Winchester’s continued to screech with laughter as they fought the ticklish sensations. When they didn't answer fast enough, Cas upped the tickles making them scream.
“DEHEHE I’M SOHOHORRY! AHAHA STAHAHA!” Sam fell silent, mouth opened wide, nose scrunched and face an adorable pink. His hair was like a small halo above his head and in his face.
“MEHEHE TOHOHO SAHAHAMMY! CAHAHAHAS SOHOHORRY!” Dean cried, tears coming out of the corners of his eyes. His face was bright red, freckles dancing with every single laugh, his green eyes glittering with tears and amusement and pure happiness.
“Good,” Cas nodded, letting the Winchester’s go. He sent last minute tickles on Dean’s tummy and Sam’s toes before leaving the boys alone.
Sam coughed, gulping in huge breaths while Dean curled in a ball, residue giggles escaping. They shared a look and glared at their angel. Cas paused, nervousness suddenly entering his system.
Of all the humans, the Winchester’s definitely made him feel the most.
“Sammy, we cant let that go unpunished can we?”
“No way. Let’s show Cas how grateful we are.”
“D-Dean, Sam, please. I was only trying tOHO HEHEHEHELP NOHOHOHO!”
~Fin~