Downton Abbey Drama
Dean sat with his head resting against his arm while Downton Abbey played on the screen. It was the angels' most recent obsession and they were currently watching the last episode of one of the first few seasons. Dean didn't know why they were so obsessed with it, but it kept the angels out of trouble. They were all on the edge of the couch, wings puffed up as they grew closer to the last few minutes. Dean readied for the remote to click the next season, but when he went to press the button the television screen had gone black.
"What happened to our show?!" Balthazar shouted, looking towards Dean and glancing at the remote with a frown. Dean held up his hands in surrender.
"I didn't turn it off, Balthy, I swear," Dean said, setting down the remote and hopping off the couch.
"Then what happened?" Gabe questioned, following Dean towards the couch. Dean inspected the television, running his fingers through the back and finding something odd. He pulled on a cable and found it was connected to nothing. Tiny bite marks slit it in half.
"Damn, looks like we got mice," Dean muttered, dropping the wire. Cas' eyes lit up.
"Mice?" Dean looked the angel right in the eye.
"Yeah, and we're not keeping them," he told the angel, ignoring the look of disappointment in Cas' eye. He had thought that now the angel was technically a year older he'd grow out of the phase of putting tiny animals in his pockets, but apparently he'd hoped wrong. Cas was probably the reason they had mice.
"Can you fix it?" Balthazar piped up. Dean looked back to the half eaten wires. He shook his head.
"Nope. I'd need to get a new cable. I'll text Kevin to pick one up before he leaves his Mom's place." The angels' face fell suddenly.
"But what about Downton Abbey?" the angels asked, lips quivering. Dean shrugged. With the TV down they couldn't even play the Nintendo or the new X-box.
"Guess we'll have to think of something else to do," Dean told them, tapping a finger against his chin as he tried to think of something. Gabriel's head snapped up suddenly, something glinting in his golden eyes. Dean gave the angel a questioning look and Gabriel snapped his fingers. Wind blew around them, blowing through their clothes and hair. Light flashed all around them and the house transformed. It grew bigger and the walls erupted into elegant colors with fancy carvings. Chandeliers fell from the ceiling and dangled perfectly in the air, glinting in the dim lighting. The electronics vanished and were replaced by pedestals with flowers and other plants on top of them. Dean glanced down at himself when the light faded, finding himself dressed in a long elegant dress. Dean glared up at the angels. They were each dressed up in normal men's clothes with smart looking ties and jackets. "Why am I Professor McGonagall?" the hunter grunted.
"Violet Crawley," the angels corrected.
"Crowley?!"
"Crawley!" Dean continued grumbling and poked at the dress with too much lace and other pretty crap.
"Dresses suit you Dean-o," Gabe teased. Dean reached out to strangle the angel.
"What hell is going on?!" Bobby shouted, walking into the room with Custos, Sam, and Charlie at his side. Custos had been lucky enough to be free of Gabe's spell. The others on the other hand were dressed up too. Charlie was in some fancy dress like Dean's and Sam was in a black suit. Bobby was in a nice suit jacket with a hat atop his head and his hair seemed to be dyed a bit darker. Bobby looked towards Dean, brow furrowing.
"Violet Crawley?" he questioned. The angels each looked at Dean pointedly.
"See," they began. "Mr. Bates knows the characters better than you, Dean, and he hasn't even watched the show with us," Gabe stated. Cas frowned.
"I thought he was Mr. Carson?" Gabe slapped a hand against his forehead.
"I give up with you people," he muttered, plopping down on the floor and crossing his legs beneath him.
"I don't care who I am as long as I don't end up dead," Bobby sighed, taking a seat on the fancy couch now taking up space in their living room. He glanced at the clock sitting on the table next to the couch and frowned. "I thought we were going to go hunting for your brothers and sisters after your show was finished?" Bobby questioned. "I don't remember visiting medieval times being in the agreement."
"The TV broke." Balthazar sighed. "Oh, and it's not medieval times, Bobby. It's-"
"Hold up!" Sam shouted, holding up a hand. "If you could put us in TV land then how come you didn't just fix the TV with your grace?" Gabe paused, thinking for a second before clicking his fingers together.
"Hey, never thought of that," the angel said before waving a hand towards the center of the room. Light blazed as his grace did its duty. Their TV shimmered into existence in the center of the room. With a wave of his hand the wires were all repaired and Netflix was playing the british television show once again. "That's better!" the archangel cheered before plopping back down onto the couch with his brothers. The others stood around, glaring at the angels impatiently.
"Don't suppose you'd like to zap everything else back to normal?" Sam questioned, arms crossed over his chest. The three smirked.
"That would take away all the fun!" the angel chuckled, going back to watching their show. Dean huffed and glared down at the dress he was still wearing and turned to leave the room.
"Maybe the dressers upstairs have some clothes," he mumbled as he pushed past the others. "Call me when its time to go hunting!" Dean hurried up the flight of stairs and up to his bedroom. It had changed along with the rest of the house. The bed was covered in colorful sheets and the wood carvings of his dresser were extraordinary. He didn't have time to worry about that stuff though. He needed some pants and a shirt. NOW!
Dean pulled open the dresser doors, mouth falling open at the sights. There were no pants, not shirts, and not even a tie. Dresses took up his entire dresser. Dean's face turned beat red.
"GABRIEL!"
Thanks to one of my lovely guests for the request. I have never watched Downton Abbey, so I improvised. Hopefully I pulled it off.