(I don't own Supernatural. Still grounded, but here.)
The door to one of the motel rooms slammed open, which made me jump about a foot in the air, so we both fell over. We got untangled quickly, and Castiel helped me to my feet.
"We've got a lead!" Sera was the first out the door, not even seeming to care that I had absolutely no idea what she was talking about, "wanna come gank a trickster? It's gonna be a fun stake-out!"
"Naw, I've had a hell of a week," I managed a small grin, remembering how mind-numbingly boring the last stake-out I had been on had been, "think I'm gonna hang here for tonight."
"Great, one thing that might make it easier is staying on his ass, apparently," Dean walked out of the motel, duffel on his shoulder, "Cas, you coming?"
"Yes, I will come," Cas nodded.
"Cool, looks like we get to hang out," Apollo yelled from within the room. I could see him lounging on his back on the table inside the room, casting me a grin from where I could see him through the doorway.
"I'm staying here," Castiel said, changing his mind apparently, following me into the motel room. He plopped down on one of the beds, expression daring anybody to try and move him.
"Really?" Dean frowned before shrugging, "alright, tehn. Don't trash the place, you three, and no parties."
"Who would we invite?" Apollo snorted, rolling his eyes, though it looked a little weird since he was upside down.
"Says the Olympian with about a million relatives," Dean gave us what I can only describe as the 'Dad look.'
"We won't trash the place and we won't have a party," I promised, "though I cannot promise that we won't order pizza."
Dean rolled his eyes and followed everyone out, giving us one more look before finally closing the door, leaving us three immortals to our own devices.
Castiel's eyes darted to Apollo as soon as the Hunters were gone, as if waiting for the pagan to do anything, anything at all, that may be out of line.
Apollo grinned back at him, but it didn't reach his narrowed eyes, as if he was waiting for the very moment that the angel dared say anything.
I shifted uneasily, feeling the tension in the room. A part of me crowed for a fight, but I bit it down and cleared my throat, gaining their attention, "how about we play a game?"
"Ummmm," Apollo hummed from where he laid on the table, head hanging back over the side, "Sherlock Holmes, Michael Weston, and Aphrodite."
"Aphrodite's gotta go," I stared at the ceiling, in a similar position only on one of the beds instead of the table. Cassie mimicked my position on the other bed, wings trailing over the sides of the bed as he stared in wonder at everything being upside down.
Apollo gave a gasp at my response, "dude, but it's Aphrodite!"
"Fine, which Sherlock is it?"
"Why does it matter?"
"I've always pictured the one in the books as a chubbish man."
"Lokes, I'm pretty sure the one in the books wasn't a chubbish man. I've read them before, he's not fat!"
"Which one?"
"Fine. Tv one."
"You'll have to be more specific."
"The one with... Benedict Cumberbatch and Martin Free-"
"Ah.. I would... kill Aphrodite."
"Dude, still?"
"Kill Aphrodite, kiss Weston, marry Sherlock."
"You would not get along with Sherlock Holmes," Apollo huffed, "um, kill Sherlock-"
"John's gonna kill you."
"Shut up. Kill Sherlock, kiss Weston, marry Aphrodite."
"She'd still cheat on you with Ares."
"Fine, kill Sherlock, kiss Aphrodite, marry Weston."
"Cause that's gonna be a happy marriage."
"I think it's your brother's turn now," Apollo said sharply, annoyed by my logic.
"I do not see the point of this game."
"Don't be a killjoy," Apollo whined.
Cassie paused to glare at the pagan before answering, "kill Aphrodite, kiss Weston, marry Sherlock."
"Are you just copying what Lokes said?"
"...No... and his name is Gabriel, not Lokes."
"Whatever," the pagan rolled his eyes, "alright, Castiel, your turn to choose."
"Why?"
"Just pick three people, Casssie, doesn't matter who," I advised, "first three to pop into your mind, if you want."
"I still do not see the point of this so-called 'Kiss, Marry, Kill' game."
"Caaaaaassssssiiiiiieeeeee," I whined, "it's only the one game that is in all the little teen pop magazines! Besides, it's fun!"
"You know," Apollo piped up from the table, "I'm actually playing the big boy version of the game, so when I say kiss I mean-"
"Shush it, Sunchild."
"Um..." Cassie finally seemed to be making up his mind, "Ares... Dr. Sexy... and Dean."
"Are those the only names you know, brother?" I teased, grinning.
"Shut up, Gabriel."
"Easy peasy," I grinned instead, "kill Ares, kiss Dr. Sexy, marry Dean."
"Kill Ares, kiss Dean, marry Dr. Sexy," Apollo answered without pause.
We both turned to stare at Castiel.
"Kill Ares, kiss Dr. Sexy..." -his face flushed bright red- "marry Dean."
I gave a wolf whistle, "whoo! Put a ring on that finger, baby bro!"
"I'm only going along with the rules of the game!" he protested.
I sat up, pausing as the world spun as my vessel's blood surged away from the head, "I've got it. My OTP will be married tonight. Apollo, you can be the priest dude."
"But I'm not a Christian."
"Fine! I'll marry them!" I said, glad for the distraction that playing wedding planner would be, anything to take my mind off the anxiousness pooling under my skin, still surging for a fight, any fight, "by the power vested in awesome me, Dean and Castiel shall be married! Now KEEZ!"
"Dean and I share a profound bond-"
"Profound!" I crowed in victory.
"No! As in we're just friends!"
"Right," I gave my brother a large, goofy grin.
"I'm serious!"
"MY TURN!" I dropped it, flopping back onto my back on the bed, only wincing a little bit, "Edward Cullen, Madonna, or a hamster?"
"A hamster?" Apollo snickered, "I thought it was only horses for you, Lokes."
"THAT MYTH IS FALSE!" I glared before letting the anger fall, "I would kill Edward, kiss the hamster, and marry Madonna."
Apollo snickered.
"I'm playing the kiss version, Apollo, not the adult version."
"Well guess which one I'm playing?" he snickered before answering, "I would kill the hamster, kiss Madonna, and marry Edward."
"Haha."
"But I could still kill him in his sleep," Apollo pointed out.
"I'm gonna go with that," Cassie agreed.
"Yeah, my turn again, then-" Apollo perked up, "Brian Finch from Limitless, Justin Bieber, or Lokes."
"Come on, Sunchild, why you gotta put me in the same sentence as Justin Bieber?"
"What's wrong with Justin Bieber?" Cassie turned his head towards me, a sense of confusion lingering around him, "do you not like beavers named Justin?"
I laughed so hard I fell off the bed and had to scramble back up onto it, "no, Justin Bieber, human. Jerk-human, spits on his fans, that guy."
"Oh."
"I would kill Justin Bieber and marry Brian Finch and... I would kiss myself of course," I said, mood dimming slightly as I thought of that poor Gabe I met in the other dimension.
Apollo fell off the table, though even landing on the floor failed to cease his laughter. Finally he calmed down and answered, "I would kill Justin Bieber, kiss Brian Finch, and marry you. I'll be your second husband."
"What happened to my first one?"
"Nothing you can prove."
Cassie had his eyes narrowed at Apollo but once he realized the two giggling pagans in the room had their focus on him he paused, looking like he was going to break a brain gear trying to figure out what to do, "I would... um... Can I pass? I don't want to marry or kiss the Justin beaver and I don't want to kill Gabriel."
"Fine, fine, your turn, then, Cassie."
"...Can we play something else?"
"Immortal Poker?" Apollo offered."
"No," I all but snapped.
"Okay, fine, what else can we do?"
I sat up, "well... we can always just see what happens when I snap my fingers."
"You'd just end up snapping like some dork in a musical," Apollo rolled his eyes, "you don't remember how to use your powers, remember?"
"How hard can it be to sneak into other dimensions?" I wondered aloud. Apollo was the pagan of healing; if we could get into that dimension I had been thrown into, maybe he could fix that dimension's Gabriel.
"Do you not remember what happened to you last time?"
"Well... how about time travel?"
Castiel shot bolt upright in the bed he was laying on, "you have enough Grace to do that and have enough left over to get back... I could tell you how to do it."
Guess I wasn't the only bored angel in the room.
"This had better be the right one, Lokes!" Apollo huffed as he pulled himself out of the bush I had landed us in.
"Cars, there's cars!" I crowed, "that means running water! And good old color TV!"
"I am never teaching you anything ever again," Cas glared, and I reached over to help him detangle his wings from the bushes.
A passerby gave me an odd look, and I glared right at him, "what you looking at!? Never seen a man in a dress before!?"
His face flushed and he rushed off.
I pulled up on the dress, grumbling, "damn patriarchy."
"You look like a man attempting a rather bad attempt at drag. That dress doesn't even work with your hair anymore," Apollo rolled his eyes.
"If you think I'm throwing my brand spanking new medieval, hand-stitched dress gifted to me by the most powerful wizard in existence, then you have another thing coming, buddy. I'm going to be turning into Crow once a week just to wear this," I said, shifting to prove it, "see?"
"You're not going to-" Cas began, sounding worried.
"-ONE TIME THING!" I snapped at him, "and will you just drop it already!? I did what I had to do!"
"A bunch of mediaeval royals and nobles and you flashed them all, not to mention the fact that before even that you were causing trouble!"
"I'll show you magic," Cas piped up in a horrible mockery of my voice as Crow before dropping the mockery, "I do not see what was so magical about displaying parts of the human anatomy that usually do not get shown."
"I TOLD YOU TO DROP IT!"
"Oh, I bet that's what you told Merlin, huh? Right after you got done snogging in the corridor," Apollo sneered.
"Oh, like you're one to talk, Mr. I-Swooned-When-I-Met-Lancelot. And snog? Really? What are you, British?"
"At least I didn't almost get the most powerful warlock in history executed! And I didn't swoon over Lancelot!"
"Key word almost!"
"It was quite an unusual attempt, but Gabriel's idea of flashing the court did work," Cas pointed out.
"See? As far as they're concerned, I enchanted Merlin with a spell, was the actual sorcerer, and mocked them all before leaving," I said, falling into my vessel's original form, my usual, male, form.
We were still arguing by the time we found the motel, but we went deadthly silent upon entering the motel, greeted by the sight of Sera, sitting at the table slurping coffee from a mug.
We had not gone silent fast enough for her to not hear the tail end of our argument as we walked in.
"So..." she took a sip of her coffee, "Gabe fucked a bird?"
I gave her a dirty look, "wasn't a bird."
"Isn't Merlin the name of a type of bird?"
"The wizard," Apollo clarified with a scowl.
"And we didn't do anything!" I protested, "really!"
"Except eat each other's faces!" Apollo growled, "and I'm pretty sure you did do more than that."
"DROP IT!"
"Fun night, then?" Sera smirked.
"Nights," Apollo corrected, glaring at Cas, "Castiel decided trying to teach Lokes how to time travel was a good idea-" -his glare shifted to me- "-except he ended up taking us all the way back to medieval times, got it on with the most powerful warlock in history-"
"-But I expected him to be old, I didn't expect him to be in his early twenties and phew, did he look-"
Apollo interrupted me, "-accidentally almost had Merlin executed for magic, claimed to be a sorcerer that had enchanted said warlock, flashed the entire royal court of Camelot, and we spent the next week after all of that getting dragged through time while Lokes tried to figure out how to actually get us back here!"
"Oh, it was fun!" I yelled at him.
"I almost got fed to lions when you dropped us into the time when Christians were being prosecuted!"
"Well, if they knew you were Apollo they wouldn't have thought you were a Christian, for sure. Besides, it gave us the chance to free all the Christians they had trapped, so win-win!"
"Castiel almost got drafted into World War One! Not to mention everything else we had to go to on our back to this time! What part of anything that happened seemed like fun to you!?"
"All of it! Especially when you-"
"Freaking tricksters," Apollo growled, shoving past me and effectively cutting me off, "thank the gods we're finally back to the time we're supposed to be. I am never going time traveling with you again."
"Oh, just wait until next time we have a night off," I grinned, "how does the Victorian era sound to you all? Ooh! Or maybe we can-"
"NO!" Apollo and Cas both shouted in unison.
Castiel was the first to compose himself, clearing his throat, "I mean, perhaps you- uh, we- shouldn't try time traveling again... at all."
"Like, never again," Apollo clarified "if we could, we would go back in time and stop Castiel from ever teaching you how to time travel in the first place."
Castiel waited a moment before saying what he's probably been waiting to say since we stepped in, "where's Dean?"
"Your boyfriend is with everybody else, still going after the trickster," Sera frowned.
"Why aren't you with them?" I asked, ignoring Cas as he grumbled something about Dean not being his boyfriend.
"Trickster almost took my head off. Cas -our Cas, Cassandra- freaked out and made me go home. She should have sent herself home, seeing how the trickster almost..." Sera trailed off as she noticed the expression on my face.
I froze, all mirth gone, "you almost got hurt?"
"Oh, don't go all Cassandra on me, Gabe."
"Oh, I know exactly who's going to get hurt," I said, "and its not going to be you or Cassandra."
"Gabe! Wait!" Sera shouted, making me jump, having been just about to open the door.
"What is it? Is something wrong?" I looked her up and down, but found no visible injuries, though I quickly sent a strand of Grace out to her to check for any nonvisible injuries and found none.
"Why are you wearing a dress?"
