Wow. That got popular all of the sudden. Reviews and faves inspired me to write more...now. Thank you for them, by the way! They bring me joy! XD Originally the Redeux was going to be the first paragraph of the last chap, but what had happened if they'd gone with the other fantasy...but now I'm going to just make it another chap. So it's almost like one-shots, but a whole story too. I like that idea better. XD But I'm still calling it 'Redeux' because I like that word. It's pretty. XD Minor breaking of the fourth wall, as well, just because the italics kept appearing. You'll see. XD
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"The Hell, Sam?" Dean's voice was outraged as he glared at his little brother, who winced accordingly before he scowled back at Dean.
"You think I asked to see your stint as an intern? And dude-a church? Really?"
"Yeah, 'cause that's the worst thing you've ever seen me do." Dean replied dryly.
"Not the point." Sam muttered, and he did not want to dwell on the 'worst' things.
"My little brother's a voyeur. To his own brother. That's just wrong, man."
"Don't blame me! I told you, it was Gabriel's-"
"You rang?" Gabriel's voice was low and ominous before he burst out laughing at the startled looks on the brothers' respective faces. "Oh, please continue. All of this barely concealed incest gives me the giggles. And all these italicized words...it's so dramatic!"
Dean shot him a WTF look right as Sam pulled a bitch-face, before Dean glowered. "Why have you been hanging out with Sam so much anyway?"
Sam stiffened and looked like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, while Gabriel's face was alight with an almost maniacal glee. "Well you see, when two atom-comprised beings lust for each other very much-"
"What-" Dean had just enough time to get that out before he disappeared with a snap of Gabriel's fingers.
"Gabriel!" Sam's voice was a chastisement, somewhat for flashing Dean away-but mostly for the other's near spilling of the beans, so to speak. Sam already knew-obviously-all about Dean and Castiel. But somehow-the grace of their absent God, perhaps?-Dean had missed the part where Gabriel and Sam were playing nookie in the dark corners.
"Samuel!" Gabriel mocked with a smirk. "What? I didn't think you wanted me to let ole Dean-o in on the family secret. Of course, if you do."
"Screw italics." Sam muttered as he glared at his angel, who loped an arm around his waist with a chuckle.
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Dean found himself thrust rather abruptly in...a ratty looking building? "Gabriel! You son of a-" He found himself with an arm shoved up against his throat suddenly and his head was introduced none too gently to the wall behind him.
A pair of black-eyes gleamed down at him, and he slammed a fist into the demon's stomach instinctively, but the demon didn't move and he took in the demon's face...
"Cas?" Dean was horrified. "But...demons can't hijack an angel!"
"I've Fallen, Dean. I am no longer an angel. I am a demon. And tonight, hunter, you are my little bitch."
Dean understood instantly and wanted to groan. This was getting way out of hand. The whole 'make-my-dreams' come true thing was kind of cute at first, and doing the dirty in the holy outfit had been kind of kinky...but this? He was tired, man!
"First of all, what is with this 'little bitch' crap again? You want me to kick your ass? 'Cause you are definitely the bottom in this relationship, and anyway-" A firm pair of lips pressed against his own and kissed him roughly, and he recognized some of the 'pizza-man's' moves with a few others thrown in.
Castiel wouldn't dream of doing this with anyone else. Only with Dean did the idea of being 'bad' sound so terribly...good.
Dean kissed back despite himself and stifled a moan against the other's lips before he smirked. Fine. Cas wanted to play hunters and demons?
He could do that.
Dean gave his lover a knee to the groin that was enough to actually send the angel stumbling back in surprise. Yeah, it was a dirty move, but Cas apparently wanted authenticity, right?
"The only bitch here tonight is you, ya black-eyed skank." Castiel's eyes widened and then narrowed at the term. "What's wrong? Maybe you'd prefer harlot-"
A fist in his stomach knocked the wind out of him before he found himself with his back on the floor and Castiel straddling him. "You are impudent, Dean Winchester." And beyond the demon play, Dean could tell Castiel really thought so-but unlike in the demon play-he thought so affectionately.
"Yeah, yeah. Bite me."
Castiel's sudden, faint smirk was uncharacteristic on the angel's face and Dean groaned at the other's next words.
"I told you that you would be the little bitch." he nearly sing-songed [is that how he thought demons talked?] before he bent down to nip a squirming Dean's neck.
"Dream on, you demonic asshole." Dean said, faintly smirking. This was definitely more his kind of fantasy. The gritty, ass-kicking kind. Not to say that he didn't like the...gentler nights that he and Cas spent together-he loved 'em. But he had to admit, the idea of strutting his stuff had merit.
What could he say? He was a hunter through and through.
Dean jerked a hand up to grab a fistful of Castiel's hair as he yanked the other closer and gave him a hard kiss, a distraction as he jerked his knees up suddenly and kicked the other off. He moved quickly to jerk the other around and end up with his knee buried in Castiel's back, the other belly-down on the ground.
Dean leaned forward to nip Castiel's ear lightly before he brought his lips to the other's neck with a smirk as he prepared to leave a very visible, claiming mark of his own on Castiel's neck. "Like I said, bitch, dream on."
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"You had it planned from the beginning!" Sam accused as he glared up at Gabriel from his position beneath the other.
"What? You think I hinted to Castiel that if I'd be oh-so-grateful if he'd keep the little monster busy for awhile? Or that I told him how much the hunter things gets Dean off? Or hey, you really think I planned on Castiel having a thing for playing the bad guy?"
"Like I said. Demented."
"You like it." Gabriel challenged as he caught Sam in a quick kiss. "Besides, being the Trickster's, as in-badass extraordinaire's-one and only has to count for something..."
Sam snorted. "Yeah, well I'm the King of Pranks. And I've killed you already. Sort of. So I'm the bigger badass."
"Is that right?" There was a mischevious twinkle in the angel-trickster's eyes that Sam wasn't sure he liked.
"Gabriel-"
Too late. The angel had disappeared to leave Sam wondering what the Hell he'd just gotten himself into...
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Well now, that's almost like a cliff-hanger or something. That works, because I wasn't too sure about the Sabriel fantasy arc yet. XD Now it's looking like the Trickster vs. the Prankster. Or something. Meanwhile...Dean and Cas are having all kinds of fun. XD Angels have such weird fantasies. 'Naughty' for a human is like...loving in a public airport. Naughty for an angel is like...loving with a bible in the room. I dunno. It's just different. XD It amuses me. Feel free to leave verbal hugs and favorites, because as you can see-they inspire speedy posts. [And today is my one day off...but anyway...] XD