Kind of a short one, but I'd like to thank Silverspoon for the idea. Hope it meets your approval, even if it might not quite be what you had in mind. Blame Balthazar for that.
Disclaimer: I own seasons 1 and 5 on DVD. Does that count?
Now up: Balthazar!
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"Oh come now darling, let me pick! I promise it won't be anything too naughty," Balthazar said, waggling his eyebrows.
"Listen, feather-boy, I've had it up to here with your suggestions!" Jo snarled.
"But you desperately need to learn what looks good and flaunt what my father gave you. I'm just trying to be a good little angel and help you out."
Blue eyes attempted to bore holes through the angel's vessel. "You're not helping, you're being a pervert. And those things you tried to force me into barely even count as clothes. There's a difference between flaunting and being mistaken for a hooker."
"But you could say that's your costume," he teased.
Jo resisted the urge to punch him. She was only putting up with his antics because Castiel had practically begged her to get him out of the house. What's worse, he'd apparently been learning how to give the puppy dog eyes from Sam, which in combination with his already big, beautiful blues was a dangerous weapon. She'd caved within seconds.
"Oh! How about a slutty nun? Bet I could help you break those pesky chastity vows, eh?" Balthazar chortled.
Now she was really getting tired of his games. "I'm not indulging your stupid fantasies, Balth."
He winked at her. "Trust me, darling, this is tame compared to my fantasies."
Suppressing the scream of rage and irritation, she wracked her brain for a way to end this shopping trip early. Suddenly, she found her solution. "Ok, angel-boy, let's compromise. You get to pick one aspect of my costume." She held up her hand as his mouth opened. "Let me finish. You get to decide if my outfit is glittery, lacy, or involves feathers, and I pick a costume that fits that requirement. Deal?"
She could tell Balthazar wanted to argue, but her stern glare made him reconsider. Moments like this made her so happy she inherited her mother's looks.
He thought it over for a few minutes. "Fine, but I have a condition of my own; we seal the deal with a kiss, crossroads-style. I won't steal your soul, and it will be no more than a kiss, I promise. I won't grope you or pin you to a wall in a mad fit of passion." His grin was nothing short of lecherous. "Not even if you beg me."
It dawned on Jo that dealing with Balthazar was kind of like dealing with Gabriel 2.0, only worse. The archangel had made passes at her, sure, but at least he had been more focused on being mischievous and annoying, though admittedly funny. Balthazar was just a nympho.
"Fine, one kiss." She pulled him down to her level by his blazer. "Let's get this over with."
The angel smirked, then leaned down to give her a surprisingly soft, tender kiss, moving his lips slowly across hers as if savoring the moment. She was completely caught off guard, and in her surprise actually kissed him back. Damn you, brain, she thought. What do you forsake me now?
Finally, they broke apart, Jo shaking her head to regain her bearings. Balthazar just grinned at her, painfully smug. "You look a bit flushed, darling. Perhaps you're coming down with 'angel fever.' I assure you, it's not uncommon after meeting one as dashing as myself."
Jo tried to think of a comeback, but her brain was still not cooperating with her. Taking it as the perfect opportunity, Balthazar began perusing the racks, attempting to determine which aspect of Jo's costume would give him the highest chance of getting her in something skimpy. After all, that was what Halloween is all about, right?
After much deliberation, he finally turned to her, salacious grin on his face. "Feathers. I definitely choose feathers."
Pursing her lips, she nodded. A deal's a deal, after all. Carefully picking through the racks, she came across something feathery and yellow. Her mischievous could have given Gabriel a run for his money. Grabbing it quickly, she ran to the dressing room and hastily pulled it on, giggling in delight.
Balthazar stood patiently outside her cubicle, eagerly waiting for her big reveal. What would it be? French maid? Victoria's Secret angel? Skanky Big Bird?
The curtain opened, and his eyes widened in shock. There was Jo, the beautiful, feisty hunter, dressed in a full-sized chicken suit!
Jo laughed at his expression. "Yup! I'm definitely getting this one!" she chortled, triumphant.
Unfortunately, Balthazar once again broke into a lecherous grin. "Well, cluck-cluck, darling. Just call me Old McDonald, because that outfit on you makes me want to have more than just a farm."
In her attempt at a facepalm, Jo was rewarded with a mouth full of feathers. Lesson of the day? A true pervert like Balthazar would find something sexual about any costume. Freud would have a field day.
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Um, oopse? I was originally going to make this fic into a moment of triumph for Jo over the sexuality of most Halloween costumes, but then I put Balthazar in it. And if anyone can find something hot about a giant chicken suit, it's him. I feel dirty.
Ok, so I'd like to write one for Adam or Michael, and maybe Ellen, but I can't seem to come up with any good ideas for them. Any suggestions? Worse comes to worse you may get another short Dean one, but I'd like to write for someone I haven't done before first. Oh, and I plan to continue this past Halloween, given how much fun these have been to write, so don't be surprised if I keep this up long after October 31. So keep reviewing and sending in ideas!
