Title: Taking Sides
Prompt: Written for drabblewriter on livejournal: Supernatural, Team Free Will + Gabriel (any pairings), prank war.
Dean and Gabriel had found common ground at last in the joy of pranking their respective little brothers. So then they decide to team up to do it more effectively.
Sam would just like to point out that the sides in this prank war are grossly uneven. And even if Sam's suffering doesn't bother Dean and Gabriel (which he knows it doesn't), there's something cruel about subjecting Castiel to the combined forces of Dean and Gabriel. It's like pitting a baby bird against two very large cats-tigers even.
Especially since it takes Castiel two days to realize that the reason for systematic and repetitive pranking is that Dean and Gabriel meant it when they declared 'war.'
And all over Sam choosing a diner that didn't serve pie . . . Hello! Isn't that what archangels are for?
Apparently, archangels are for new levels of impossibly cruel creativity, and Sam's just thankful that Gabriel's pranks are reversible (when the archangel's in a good mood). Growing up, many of Dean's had not been.
After four days of humiliation in the form of pink hair, female voices, fan-stalkers chasing them six blocks, and a doting grandmother . . . Sam knew he was losing. Even with Castiel's confused assistance, he'd only managed the same tired comebacks from childhood. Short-sheeting, itching powder, and superglue were only funny the first few times.
Unless you were Castiel, who didn't see the humor in them at all.
Sam just didn't have the energy to come up with anything creative. This was why he had turned the planning and execution of the next challenge over to Castiel; so that he could get some sleep before whatever Dean and Gabriel came up with tomorrow.
Which obviously, he should have done way, way, way earlier, because . . . Castiel is a genius. Sam is both ashamed and delighted to say that he never realized what a deviously twisted and utterly brilliant mind the angel had until now.
And it all came down to the ancient piece of parchment in his hand and a fishy smell to Castiel's trench coat. "Leviathan," he repeated in awe.
"Baby leviathan," Castiel corrected.
Sam grinned. He was sensing a turn around.
