Alright! So I'm rushing my brains out to try and finish this before my work lunch break ends. I had trouble figuring out how to continue, so I didn't, and then I heard it was Sabriel week and got inspired. So...here goes!
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Sam woke up feeling, actually, surprisingly good. Despite the ominous foreshadowing of Gabriel's earlier words, he wasn't feeling bad and he hadn't woken up in a ditch somewhere...so...maybe the angel had been kidding after all?
But once he stood up and stretched his arms above his head, and noticed a strange weight on his chest...one glance downwards confirmed that he should have known better. He was naked. He was smaller. And he was a girl.
"Agghh!"
The door burst open a few moments later to reveal an alert Dean. "Sam? Are you alrigh-uh-whoa." Dean's gaze raked over the attractive female before him before he could stop himself.
Sam flushed with embarrassment. "It's me, you jerk! " he'd hastily grabbed a blanket to cover himself and hurled a shoe at Dean, but the shoe fell harmlessly against the wall and had missed his intended target. Castiel had arrived behind Dean in time to see his lover very obviously checking out a nude female, and he had very naturally been upset. Hence the fingers on the back of Dean's neck sending him hurtling into a nearby lake.
...
About an hour later, a very drenched Dean sat on the opposite end of the couch from his still-peeved lover. Despite a chorus of It was just Sam! and I wasn't checking her-him-out!, Castiel had simply given Dean an indignant sniff and sat on the other end of the couch. His idea of faithfulness and Dean's clearly varied.
In the meanwhile, Sam dressed in a now way-too-big shirt and pair of baggy pants sat morosely in a chair. "That bastard!" Sam, now half his usual size with messy brown hair and big doe eyes, and [an admittedly nice rack], ranted from his spot in the chair. Gabriel hadn't come down yet, and Sam had a feeling he was munching popcorn somewhere and enjoying the show. "I will shove a stake through his heart! And then I will burn him! And if there's anything left I will run him over."
Dean lifted his brows and shot a conspiratorial glance at Castiel as he said in a purposefully loud whisper- "He's PMS-ing."
Castiel was anything but amused and Sam shot Dean a fierce glare. Properly chastised, Dean sighed as he leaned back against the couch. "So you said this is some kinda...freaky angel prank-war, right?"
"If you want to call it that." Samantha growled out.
Dean considered that for a moment before he smirked. "Well, then, bro. You're about to admit once and for all that I am a friggin' genius. Here's what you gotta do..."
...
Sam tapped his fingers against the table agitatedly as he frowned darkly at the window. Hours had passed and Gabriel hadn't shown, what was the deal? "Cocky, obnoxious-"
"-Talking about your brother again? Aww, that's not very nice." Gabriel chimed from beside him and Sam jumped before his eyes narrowed.
"-Short, asshole of an angel." Sam finished.
Gabriel tutted as he puffed his chest a bit and stood all the way up as Sam rose to glare up at him. Gabriel was at least a head taller, and Gabriel was a short guy as it was. "Um, pardon me, love...but...uh, I think you need to get your eyes checked." he waved a hand above Sam's head suggestively.
Sam poked a finger into Gabriel's chest none too gently. "Change me back." he demanded.
"Hmm, let me think about it..." he caught Sam's hand by the wrist. "No." he twirled Sam around and pulled Sam's back against his chest as slipped a hand around his waist and kept him there, while his free hand roamed over Sam's newly endowed body. "I think I like you this way, so soft and squishy. And not a giant, there's that." Gabriel murmured as he nipped Sam's ear playfully.
Sam delivered a sharp elbow jab to Gabriel's gut and the trickster-angel gasped and stumbled back a step. Sam turned and glared. "Change me back, Gabriel. It's not a joke."
"Oh? I thought you were the King of Pranks? Can't handle this little ditty, sweetheart?" Gabriel grinned as he took a few steps forward.
"You're not touching me till you fix me. Hell, I might not ever let you near me again." Sam growled as he crossed his arms.
Gabriel pouted before he smirked. "Really...and how long do you think that'll last? A woman has needs, especially where her man is concerned..." he covertly snapped his fingers as he turned the volume up on Sam's new feminine libido.
Sam seemed startled a moment before he flushed and shifted uncomfortably. "Y-You bastard..."
"What was that you were saying? Something about needing me desperately?"
"Go to Hell." Sam muttered, and he gripped his arms and fought back a whimper. Gabriel was a maniac, and this was Hell, and he was going to kill the other.
"Aww, baby, don't be that way." Gabriel soothed as he came forward and slipped his arms around Sam. "You know you're the only cross-gendering giant for me." he planted a kiss on Sam who promptly bit his lip in return and Gabriel licked the offended lip with a wince. "Cross-gendering giant with a biting problem." he sighed as he pressed Sam closer and pressed his forehead against Sam's. "Are you really that mad about this?"
"Maybe." Sam muttered, and he tried to ignore his own desires mingled with the ridiculous urges Gabriel was forcing on him.
"C'mon...let's have some fuuuun with it. Gimme a smile, babe."
"Change me back."
"Pleeeeeassseee, with cherry and a shot of lollipops on top?" Gabriel fixed Sam with his best puppy eyes, which admittedly, Sam possessed the better pair of between them. "You know you're my one and only, my heart's desire, fire, fire, something, teenage angst, blah blah." Gabriel did an off-key parody of a Backstreet boys song and despite himself, Sam smirked a little. "That's it!" Gabriel swung Sam around suddenly as he grabbed his hand and loped an arm around his waist. "Whad'ya saaaaay? Forgive me and humor your poor, love-sick trickster?" he puckered his lips and waggled his brows suggestively, and Sam sighed before he gave in and kissed the angel soundly.
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Come morning, Gabriel and Sam were cuddled up in bed together when Sam opened his eyes and shot a faint smirk towards Gabriel before he let out a scream.
Gabriel awoke with a start and his eyes shot around wildly. "What izzit? What's wrong, Sam?"
"You sadistic son of a bitch!" Sam screeched, and he felt that he was giving a pretty good performance.
"W-What? What is it?" Gabriel seemed genuinely surprised, seeing as how he'd been quite obviously forgiven the night before. So when Sam pulled back the covers to reveal a bulge underneath his shirt that looked suspiciously like a bun in the oven, Gabriel blanched. But then slowly he smirked. "Ha, ha, very funny. Got a pillow tucked...up..." he'd moved up Sam's shirt to see said 'pillow' but what he saw instead was a fleshy mound and he gaped.
"B-B-But...that's not...you can't be..." Gabriel stammered, and he'd gone from pale to stark-white in a half-second.
"Tell that to the baby!" Sam hissed. "What did you do to me?"
"I don't know! It's not...no way! I can't! You...oh, crackers..." Gabriel stumbled over his words, in a very, very rare moment of being totally off-guard and taken aback.
That was when the door opened and Dean burst in laughing, followed by Castiel who seemed to have -mostly- forgiven Dean's earlier 'affront' to him.
Gabriel stared, stunned. "What's...going on here?"
Castiel smiled, a rare look of sly pleasure on his face. "Dean made a suggestion to aid Sam in a revenge prank...and I assisted him."
Gabriel blinked once. Twice. And then with a frown he waved a hand over Sam's stomach and the corporeal illusion disappeared. He'd been so distracted that he hadn't noticed. "You have got to be kidding me..." he muttered.
Sam smirked broadly. " 'B-B-But, you can't be!'" he mocked, and Gabriel pouted. And then he narrowed his eyes on Dean.
"This sick little plan was your idea...well, get prepared to enjoy the rest of your life with Aunt Flo-"
Castiel crossed his arms in a very human gesture he'd picked up. "You will do no such thing." Castiel warned, and Gabriel's pout returned.
"But, Caaaaas." he whined. "They're picking on me!"
"You deserved it." Castiel said simply.
"I'm your brother!"
"And your point?" Castiel arched a brow, another recently acquired human gesture.
"Speaking of brothers..." Dean growled. "Someone wanna tell me how long mine's been sleeping with the friggin' trickster?"
Sam scrunched his nose at the same time that Gabriel smirked lazily and loped an arm around Sam as he pulled him close. "I've been ravishing your brother longer than mine's been ravishing you~" he taunted, and it was Dean's turn to blanch at a set of mental imagery that he never, ever wanted to think of again.
Castiel seemed puzzled. "I have not ravished, Dean. He has been perfectly willing to-"
"Shut it, Cas. We've had this discussion. What happens in the bedroom, stays in the bedroom."
Castiel sighed. "Yes, so you've said. That is why we have to hide the handcuffs behind the-"
"Cas!" Dean interjected, and Castiel ceased speaking with something like a pout of his own.
Sam was having his own mental imagery problems as Gabriel smirked. "Handcuffs, huh? Oh, little brother, you do me so proud. Well, on that note, now that we're all in on the flaming skeletons in everyone's closet..." Gabriel tilted his head towards Sam and grinned. "I think I kinda like the idea of making you my baby-momma."
Sam and Dean blanched, while Castiel looked intrigued.
"What?" Sam seemed mortified and then his eyes narrowed. "I'm a guy, and you're going to change me back; get over it."
"Sam, Sam, Sam...my little love-dove, I'm an angel for cheesewhiz' sake! You don't have to be a girl to be my baby-momma." he explained as he pulled Sam in for a kiss and restored his lover's male form as he did so.
"Son of a-" Dean trailed off from his horrified shout [due to the fact that his eyes were burning at the sight of his little brother being molested by the angel-freak] as he noted that Castiel was staring at him with a thoughtful expression.
"Dean-" he started.
"No. No. No." Dean growled.
Castiel's expression fell a bit. "You do not wish to procreate with me, Dean?"
Dean blanched for the third time in a short span of minutes as he tried to surmise the best way to answer that question. "That's not...it's...I'm a man!" Contrary to how squeaky his protest sounded right then.
"As Gabriel noted, that is not an issue when you are the partner of an angel." Castiel said bluntly.
"You have the kid then!"
"That would be impossible. I am inhabiting a vessel. The child would not survive inside of me." Castiel said regretfully.
It was Sam's turn to be both weirded out and a bit smug. At least he wasn't the only one having to put up with this crap.
"You never said you wanted a kid!" Dean switched defenses.
"I would enjoy children very much, particularly ours. I have a fondness for children." Castiel explained and he even smiled a little at the thought. Dean groaned before he found Gabriel smirking at him and Sam eyeing him sympathetically.
"Cas..."
"If you loved Castiel, you'd do it, Dean!" Gabriel accused dramatically, and the thought only then seemed to occur to Castiel that the situation could be indicative of that. Sam swatted Gabriel and frowned at him in annoyance, while Gabriel looked back with an expression of innocence.
Castiel jutted out his lower lip just slightly and lowered his eyelids in the saddest puppy face he'd ever seen-save on Sam-and he knew he'd be kicking Sam's ass later for showing him something like that. Because the sight of his morose, blue-eyed angel was murder on his heartstrings. "Dean has never said he loves me." Castiel murmured.
Dean stammered. "That's...you can't...Cas, outside, now!" he did not want to get into this discussion in front of Gabriel and Sam.
Castiel continued to stare sorrowfully at him and Dean began to shove the other through the door. "We'll talk about it, just get moving."
The door slammed closed behind them and Sam and Gabriel sat in silence a moment before Gabriel swung himself over Sam and straddled him with a sly smirk. "So, Sam, darling-"
"No."
Gabriel kissed his lips softly.
"Not gonna happen."
Gabriel began trailing kisses down his chest.
"The answer's still no."
Gabriel's hand found purchase below Sam's waist just as his lips found Sam's neck and began teasing said neck artfully.
"I said n-nnngh..." Sam moaned.
"What was that?" Gabriel teased as he caught Sam's lips in a kiss and prevented further response. The Trickster always won, but the so-called King of Pranks had put up a good fight.
He looked forward to seeing the sort of havoc their children were going to cause...
Just as soon as he'd finished ravishing Sam silly.
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This was a bit different than the other chapters, obviously, and longer besides. XD But I had fun writing it, for all that it's all very new to me. Generally MPREG reference and such scare me a bit but...I'm considering making chapters involving preggers Dean/Sam, if anyone's interested. XD And maybe some highlight-hijinks from their ensuing parenthood with angelic-power-infused Winchester-Angel children. And, of course, more ridiculous-kink-chapters. XD We'll see, it's funny crack to write. XD Any thoughts? Let me know! XD And Happy Easter slash Sabriel week!~
