This one is one of my favourites so much fun to write. Disclaimer I do not own Iofiel as I have mentioned before, borrowing from a wonderful friend (IofielEcanus). This includes a nod to one of my favourite game franchises ;) Read and you will see. Feel free to review too xx Thank you for your continuing support spn family.
Celeste admired her handiwork with a smug expression as she clutched the black marker pen tightly in one hand. Her power was wearing off as her household began to resume consciousness.
"Wakey, wakey," Celeste called as they began to rub the yellow, sticky stuff from their eyes.
Gabriel and Castiel stretched their arms alongside their wings. Sam and Dean who had been asleep with their heads resting on each other's shoulders realised with disgust that saliva now glistened on their sleeves. Iofiel, who had rolled off of the couch was surprised to be looking up at the dome, glass ceiling. As she sat up a wave of dizziness passed over her. Alseya sat up and began to giggle.
As the sleepiness started to fade everyone began to look at one another with wide eyes.
"What the hell," Dean said in a tone of disbelief. "Why do you guys have black gunk all over your faces?"
"You do too Dean," Sam retorted as he tried to rub at whatever he was meant to have on his face.
"Maybe a mirror might help?" Celeste grinned mischievously as she gave Sam a hand mirror.
"Celeste what did you do?" Castiel demanded as his icy blue eyes glared at her.
"Just got a bit creative. Each of my designs is different," she explained as the group began to pass the mirror around.
It was true. Gabriel had a monocle and moustache drawn on his face. Castiel had a beard drawn on his. Dean had fake scars whilst Sam had nerd written across his forehead with line stubble as Celeste called it around his chin and cheeks, she had even added sideburns for intricate detail. Finally Iofiel had I heart Sam drawn across her forehead with the heart being the classic symbol and two love hearts with arrows drawn on her rosy cheeks. Alseya had nothing drawn on her face,
"Alseya is perfect just the way she is. I put her to sleep so she wouldn't spoil the surprise," Celeste explained without shame as she winked at Alseya, who was shaking her head at her.
"Great can we get this crap off?" Gabriel asked sarcastically not in the slightest bit pleased that for once he was on the receiving end of a prank. If Celeste had involved him this situation would be entirely different. They always pulled pranks together and now he felt as if his prodigy had betrayed him.
"Um about that I used permanent black marker so combining that with my powers it might take a while until it can be washed off. Most likely it will take a day," Celeste smiled as she shrugged.
"A day," the whole group except for Alseya shouted with indignation.
Celeste began to back away as the group started to move threateningly towards her.
"I have a question, why the hell did you do it?" Dean asked as he glared at Celeste with a wrath that could be likened to the look his dad used to give to Sam when he defied his orders.
"Honestly, I was pretending to be a jigglypuff." Celeste admitted as she smirked and disappeared.
"No more Pokémon for you," Dean yelled after her angrily, "Well we might as well get comfortable guys, cause no one is leaving the bunker today".
Everyone sat down with a groan and even Alseya pouted a little at this information. But then Gabriel started to grin as he announced,
"Hey guys don't look so glum. This could work to our advantage. Now we have a whole day to figure out how we can get Celeste back."
"This won't end well," Castiel stated sagely but everyone ignored him, they were all too busy brainstorming crazy schemes.
They hoped that this would be much more effective than simply grounding Celeste, although she would definitely be grounded regardless of whether or not they were successful at getting payback. Only time would tell if this would make her consider her actions a little more carefully before carrying them out. At least they knew she had the decency to leave Alseya untouched.
