The madness continues. XD This time: Cas' fantasy comes to life! Except that he had two I really liked. So there'll be a Redeux Fantasy chapter next. XD Then some Sabriel! Muwaha.

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"You're a son of a bitch."

"Aww, I love it when you sweet-talk me, Dean-o."

"I'm gonna shove that lollipop down your throat."

"Promises, promises."

Dean was leaning against a doorway as he glared at a lounging Gabriel sucking on a lollipop across from him. "What the Hell do you want, anyway?"

"Well, Dean-o." he let the letter pop. "It seems to me that since my little brother-so kindly-gave you what you wanted...you should, you know, return the favor."

A mixture of embarrassment and fury flickered in Dean's expression. "You-"

"Basically, what I'm saying is...don't you think it'd be nice if you made Cassie's dreams come true?"

"And this out of the kindness of your heart, right?"

Gabriel looked mock-offended. "Why is everyone so suspicious? A guy can't look out for his little brother once in a while?"

Dean's faint glare suggested not, but he muttered. "What...uh...is his dream?"

Gabriel grinned. "Say 'hello' to Father Dean."

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"Alright, now then, straighten up your tie...smooth out a few wrinkles," Gabriel smoothed his brother's trenchcoat, "And head on in."

Castiel stared at the church before them dubiously. "You still have not told me why we are here."

"Ah, that. You're going to give confession."

"Pardon?" Castiel's eyes narrowed faintly on his grinning older brother.

"Trust me. It's for your own good." Gabriel assured the other before he shoved him inside before he could further protest.

Once inside, Castiel found the door slammed shut behind him and he suspected locked, and he turned his gaze ahead to the quiet church with it's stained glass windows and neat pews. Castiel took note of a man in a priest's outfit with his head bowed, and he started to make himself disappear instinctively when the man turned and his eyes widened.

"You've come for confession." It wasn't a question, but it was definitely Dean Winchester dressed in his Sunday best, so to speak.

"Dean, what-"

"I am Father Winchester. An angel told me you'd be here to take confession, Castiel. So, uh, come closer and I will...listen."

Castiel's expression was a rare one: hopeless, wide-eyed and stunned.

'Father Winchester' lifted a brow, his lips quirked into a faintly amused smirk. "Do not be afraid," he said in his best deep, holy-dude voice, "I will guide you."

Castiel licked his lips and he appeared before Dean without a second to spare. They didn't need a confession box, they both knew what the real goal was. And despite some angelic aspect of Castiel rebelling at the fact that this was a sacred church of his father, and so very, very wrong...he knew what he had to do.

"Forgive me, Father. For I have sinned." Castiel said gravelly, his gravelly voice a low rumble.

"Confess your sins." Dean instructed, amused despite himself. It was all he could do not to laugh, at least, until Castiel spoke.

"I have been...a very naughty angel." Castiel's voice was a bit husky at that and Dean coughed slightly to clear the sudden dryness in his throat. His angel had knelt down and was gazing up at him with those big, blue eyes and oh-son of a bitch-he hoped confessions didn't take too long.

"How so?" 'Father Winchester' asked 'calmly'.

"I have Fallen. And disobeyed. I visited a Den of Iniquity. And had impure thoughts about a mortal man."

"Impure...thoughts?"

"Yes...I have longed to remove all articles of his clothing and shower upon him the tangible affections of this vessel."

Dean wasn't sure he understood all that statement: but he got the message loud and clear.

"That is...grave. But not unforgivable. I will absolve you of your sins." Father Winchester said solemnly as he lowered his head and tilted Castiel's chin up towards him. "You've been a very naughty angel." he said lowly and Castiel's eyes fluttered as Dean's finger brushed against his lips.

"Forgive me, Father. You will have to...punish me."

As Dean smirked and bent in to claim those lips in a kiss and begin the 'absolving', he reflected on the fact that he was probably going to Hell for impersonating a holy man and deflowering an angel in a church...but as he looked into those big blue eyes...

He decided that he was okay with that.

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"You are demented. You know that?" Sam stood outside one of the stained glass windows, his eyes burning yet again thanks to Gabriel's antics and amusement at showing him his brother's...less virtuous activities. Thankfully their clothing hadn't come off yet-oh wait-crap. There went the trenchcoat.

"Mmm. You and your brother. It's like verbal candy with you two." Gabriel cooed as he waggled his fingers at Sam. "Maybe you'd like to take confession? I can play a father. I look good in black." he said decidedly.

"I think that's blasphemy." Sam said with a faint eye-roll.

Gabriel grinned as he grabbed a fistful of Sam's shirt and tugged him down and closer. "Well then, let's be blasphemers together, shall we?" Gabriel's lips against Sam silenced any response.

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I think the first one was funnier. I dunno. I tried. XD Hopefully the Redeux helps. Let's just say that Cas' dream relates to demons the way dudes dreams relate to superman. If that makes any sense. Leave me verbal hugs! Even if it's just laughter. Because that will bring joy to my soul. Or something. Gabriel's such a sneak, stealing dreams behind the scenes with Sammy. Poor Dean would have a fit. XD -Witchy