So, I was bored, and I decided to make a Christmas fic! Basically, the whole team(ie; every character I like, even if they're evil and/or dead[everyone's alive but John and Mary, 'cause I didn't think of putting them in the story until just now]) has a huge Christmas party at the bunker, Gabriel get bored and sees the mistletoe, and then people start getting stuck with no way to get out but kiss. Not very original, probably extremely overdone, but I had fun writing this. I hope you like reading this, as well.
I will be posting a chapter up every day from now up to and including the twentyfifth, and it will have whatever ship I happened to have thought of first. No incest, because I personally think its gross, so I won't write it. But lots of ships I don't even sail. Here's what the full list will include, most likely in this order: (Charlie/Gilda) (Dean/Castiel) (Sam/Lucifer) (Adam/Michael) (Bobby/Crowley) (Gabriel/Kali) (Sam/Ruby) (Adam/Samandriel) (Sam/Jess) (Adam/Gabriel) (Castiel/Meg) (Dean/Michael) (Becky/Chuck) (Dean/Jo) (Sam/Becky) (Bobby/Ellen) (Sam/Gabriel) If you don't like those, don't read. Not all of the characters in this story like them, either. The three characters that will be most important for the small strand of plot that is hiding between the kisses will probably be Dean and Gabriel as Dean tries to kill him.
Please do not try to apply logic or canon to this fic. It is deathly allergic and will break out in a rash and die.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any associated characters, events, etc.
Chapter 1: The Prank
Gabriel looked around the large room, bored. Christmas parties were nice and all, with a lot of awesome desserts as added benefits, but everything was so tedious. Wasn't there anything interesting in this bunker?
After peering around the room for a few minutes, he spied a few cheerful sprigs of mistletoe hanging decoratively in various parts of the room and grinned wickedly. He had an idea. When no one was looking, he subtly waved his hand.
From around the room, there were cries of shock and indignation as some members of the group suddenly discovered they were unable to move more than a foot away from the mistletoe without hitting a small force field.
"Well," Charlie grinned at Gilda and wrapped her arms around the fairy. "I'm not about to complain quite yet." Gilda laughed and gave the geeky redhead a small kiss. Then pulled back quickly as they nearly toppled on top of each other as the barrier Charlie had been leaning on disappeared.
"Oh." Charlie looked around in surprise. "That was easy." She peered up at the ceiling and a look of sudden realization dawned on her face. "Oh. Oh, the mistletoe…" She looked at the now very confused pairs stuck in place. Then, taking in Castiel and Dean forgetting the personal space rule, and Sam and Lucifer as far away from each other as they could get, and Michael and Adam trying to pretend nothing was happening, she burst out laughing and had a lot of trouble getting herself under control. "Oh, this is brilliant. We have cursed mistletoe or something. This is awesome. Come on, Gilda, lets get good seats!" She dragged the fairy to a vantage point from which they could watch the chaos that followed as the group realized exactly what her words meant.
Dean looked at Cas in horror and backed up against the invisible wall, as Cas flushed slightly and shifted uncomfortably, suddenly having trouble with his poker face. Sam's jaw clenched and he refused to look at Lucifer, who was groaning. Adam and Michael kept pretending nothing was happening and they were only less than a foot apart because they chose to be, not because they couldn't move away any time they wanted. A few other unfortunate pairs had reactions that also fell somewhere within those categories. Then, almost in unison, everyone turned to look at Gabriel.
He tried to look innocent and offended, but failed miserably. "Why's everyone assume it's my fault?" He whined in a joking manner, a spark of mischief still alight in his eyes. Dean sent him a particularly filthy look, and the youngest archangel decided to book it before the eldest Winchester manned up and kissed the seraph he was stuck with. He turned and ran out of the room, cackling. Indignant shouts followed him closely on his heels.
