First things first.
I DON'T OWN SUPERNATURAL! ALL RIGHTS BELONGS TO THE RESPECTIVE OWNERS OF THE SHOW!
I have found this Story on my Laptop today and I have almost forgotten about it.
I have written and translated it a few weeks ago, since my best friend gave me the idea for such a story, but I was so mean to write a story with the Season 11 plot and thus she can't read it XD. But I am planning to write a story with this idea about Sam and Dean also ;).
So yeah: SPOILER ALERT GUYS! If you don't want to spoil the Season 11 Mid Season finale then DON'T read this story! You have been warned!
If you read it then I hope you enjoy it and feedback is always very much appreciated by me!
And yep: I have a weird sense of humor... XD
And I hope the english in here is okay, since this story had been a pain in the a** to translate -.-.
Hope you like it and again sorry for grammer/spelling mistakes :)
And i would apperciate feedback in the form of a comment very much ;)
The wrong prank for the wrong angel
He had to praise himself, because his plan had been just perfect.
He would never have thought of it, that it would be possible that he could enjoy freedom ever again after everything that had happened five years ago.
Even if his idea of a human Vessel had looked a bit differently…
He had wanted Sam Winchester as his one and only true Vessel, just like back then, when the Apocalypse had started.
Well, the plan had gone wrong, because no matter what he had tried, Sam had refused to give him the all-important "Yes". He was just as stubborn as he had been five years ago, if not more stubborn than before!
And that was bothering him very, very much!
But there was nothing he could do to make Sam to say "Yes".
He had tried messing with his mind in the hope that would break him, had tried to give him a bad conscience and he had tried pain and extortion, but nothing had worked and he had thought his ingenious plan would fail.
But then there had been Castiel...
The small, naive angel who had been so stupid to give him his "Yes" and let him in...
Castiel was not a Sam Winchester, but he would be sufficient for the beginning.
His Vessel could at least take more than his former vessel Nick...
But with this new Vessel, the problems had come, because he couldn't let the humans know, that he was now stuck in Castiel's human body and he had to find a way to deceive Sam and Dean so that they wouldn't notice anything.
And that was not easy.
Castiel was stoic, hardly understood fun and seemed not to be the brightest light in general.
Great!
But there was no turning back.
He had come so far already and he had really laid an excellent spectacle for the two hunters and none of them had noticed him yet.
And this should remain so.
He would show himself to these two early enough...
Several days had passed and Sam and Dean still hadn't noticed anything and behaved just as usual.
At least he took it from Castiel memories.
This angel had far too many memories of those cursed Winchesters!
How could a radiantly beautiful and powerful angel of God spend so much time with a bunch of meat on two legs?
He didn't understand it to this day and he wished nothing more than that he could tear his father's creation into pieces.
His lips curved into a small grin of such thoughts.
That would be fun...
But first he had to play along with those darn naked apes.
But this wasn't as bad as he had initially suspected it.
Sam and Dean left him largely in peace, because they hadn't been in the bunker that often in the last days.
Good.
At least he had his peace...
But today this wasn't the case, because today the two brothers were in the bunker and it didn't seem that they would go out today.
That wouldn't even be the worst, if they wouldn't want anything from him every few minutes!
Here Dean wanted to show him something in the Internet, which he never had wanted to see and there was Sam who asked him if he could translate something for him, and all he wanted was just to have his damn peace before these humans!
Apparently his silent prayers were heard in the evening (which made him grin at the irony), because in the evening Sam and Dean had made themselves comfortable on the sofa, which stood in the living area of the bunker and the two were watching some TV and seemed to have no interest in him.
So he thought at least, until Dean asked him if he couldn't get him a Coke out of the fridge, because he doesn't feel like drinking a beer tonight and since Castiel was so or so near the kitchen...
What was he for his father's sake?
His personal slave?!
But he didn't complain, otherwise his camouflage would be uncovered, so he acquiesced to his fate and trudged slowly toward the kitchen to fetch this naked ape that for which he had asked him.
Heaven and Hell, this was so demeaning and he was so glad that none of his brothers or sisters could see him at this moment.
Anyway…
He wanted to have this behind him as quickly as he could.
He took a glass from the cupboard and took the bottle, with this strange looking liquid in it, out of the fridge and he couldn't help but grimace.
How could humans pour something like this liter after liter into their bodies?
That was just disgusting!
With a growl, he put the bottle onto the dresser and began to unscrew the lid.
And then everything happened very quickly.
In the moment, when he unscrewed the lid, something small and white fell into the cola, there was a fountain of brown sugary sweet liquid and said fountain ended exactly in his face. And that was not even the worst, because the bottle suddenly seemed to have developed a life of its own, because by the enormous pressure that had developed inside, the angel could hardly keep it in his hands and cursing loudly in enochian, he tried to grab the bottle and throw it away from him, because he didn't want to be exposed to this involuntary shower any longer!
Eventually, it was all over, which didn't surprise him, because the whole content of this goddamn bottle was already on him...or rather it was in his clothes, because they were soaked with the brown liquid.
And he wouldn't even begin with his wet, sticky hair...
He took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure and not to burn the whole bunker in the flames of hell and he actually managed to stay calm.
Even when he walked back into the living area and when the two humans turned their heads around, looking at him from wide eyes, before they began to roar with laughter.
He felt how his right eyelid twitched, felt how his hands balled into fists and he grind his teeth, but he remained calm and let the two laughing.
He couldn't do anything against this so or so, unless he would drop his masquerade and would put these two on his torture rack and let them suffer for this goddamn prank!
But he didn't do it.
Not even then, when Dean pointed with his finger at him and laughed so much that he had to hold his belly with one hand.
"S-sorry Cas...hahahaha...I've totally forgotten about that! The prank was not meant for you, but for Sammy!" he said, still laughing and he wiped a small tear from the corner of his eye.
His brother Sam immediately stopped laughing as he heard those words and he turned his head to his brother and looked at him, snarling.
"What?!" he growled.
His brother grinned at him and waggled his eyebrows.
"You heard me Sammy."
Sam's eyes narrowed to thin slits and before Dean got the chance to say something to his younger brother, Sam threw himself on him.
The two wrestled like two little kids.
Until they fell off of the sofa.
When Sam got to his feet again, Dean had long since disappeared in the corridor, still laughing loudly.
"Wait until I get my hands on you Dean!" he yelled after him and it didn't take him long before the fallen angel was alone in the room again.
"Humans..." he muttered.
"I hate them…"
And on this day, Lucifer had found another reason why he hated his father's creation with all of his dark heart.
And he was sure that they would drive him mad sooner or later, if he would stay in their presence any longer...
The end