So this is the much awaited lust spell chapter. Just a fair warning, this somehow ended up being a Dean/Gabriel chapter so if you feel like you cannot read it for whatever reason, we will put a brief summary of the important stuff at the start of next chapter. POV is Dean then Gabe Enjoy!
I took my third shot of tequila for the night at the little dive bar we found on the edge of town. I'm not sure why, but this must have been top shelf stuff, because I was already feeling less than steady on my feet. Not unsteady, just less steady than normal, but I didn't care because I wasn't the one paying. Gabriel was pulling out all the stops because he'd "never pass up the opportunity to get his human body drunk" and he thought this was just the occasion to do so. Well, we did kill two leviathans, so why not?
To be honest, the main reason I was drinking was to try to wipe away the memory of "Megstiel". Him on top of her, you could practically see her tongue down his throat...that's also the reason that I'm currently slobbering over this girl at the bar while everyone else sits in a booth in a corner. Not literally slobbering, at least, but I wasn't being too subtle in my affections. In my defense I was getting sort of tipsy and wasn't thinking all that clearly. Plus with the pure sexual tension I was feeling that couldn't be ended with a sloppy one man job, I needed to get laid, like, right now.
She's not exactly what I'd call my ideal girl, but with my unwarranted feelings of betrayal from Cas, and even Meg, she became an outlet. She is where I will put my frustration, so to speak. And if my outlet happens to be wearing a too-short, tight dress, who am I to judge?
After another five, maybe six shots, and waving off Sam and Cas at least three times, I was absolutely drunk off my ass. Booth forgotten, I was just starting to slur out a "D'ya wanna get outta here?" when Gabriel knocked into me trying to get a round of fancy beers for the table. A shock went through me, and if I didn't know that it was just Gabriel, I would've been put into attack mode. At most, he just looked unimpressed and told the girl she could do better. Fuck him. Although my drunk brain was actually telling me to do that. Nope. Just nope. God, I think I need more to drink.
5(ish) shots later
Sam, seeing how I wasn't going to the hotel anytime soon, had left. Meg left with the girl I'd been chatting up (I was trying not to imagine what was happening). But fuck her too, she stole my 'outlet'. Gabriel was still being Gabriel, and he had every girl, and a few guys, hovering around him. And Cas… well, Cas was looking uncomfortable and being flirted with by some chick. Fuck him the most. He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye, looking in need of help, guilty, and panicked at the same time. Why should he be looking to me to get him out of his little sex situation? He seemed to have loved his little episode with Meg. He could deal with that himself. I'll get someone myself. See if he likes that. So pretty much, fuck every living being in this bar. Except that was the problem, I couldn't seem to get any of them.
Looking around the bar, I saw all the girls… surrounding Gabriel. Were they seriously all stupid enough to like Gabriel? Geez, maybe they weren't worth picking up. But then again, sex. Yeah, sex. One of them is bound to grow sick of him. Once that happens, I'll be waiting at the bar, and then lucky me.
But it wasn't a girl that finally came to the bar. It was Gabriel, and he just happened to bump against me, again, as I sat on the barstool. That same shock went through me, but it was a whole lot stronger, making me sit up straight as a rod, and maybe it was the alcohol mixed with the spell affecting my mind, but maybe Gabriel wasn't so bad of a guy. Yeah, he was a douche-bag, but in the end he did the right thing, right? And he wasn't like, the worst looking guy in the the world… Fuck, no. I can not think this. No.
But it didn't matter now, because for just a second he was looking at me with those wide eyes that kinda reminded my of the color of whisky when sunlight went through it, and fuck me. For a moment he was looking at me the same way I was looking at him, then he snapped out of it, picked up the shots he had ordered for the table, and walked back to where everyone was waiting for him.
Whoa. Whoa. Did that just happen? Fuck, I'm totally attracted to Archangel of the Lord Gabriel. Either that or I'm just completely plastered. Or both. Blinking slowly I shot a glance at Cas who was looking at me with a face that was more constipated than usual. HE KNOWS. I think we were starting to go into new territories of uncomfortable. Whatever. I didn't care. Turning back to Gabriel I could see him watching me over the heads of everyone around him, before he sat down.
Fuck it. Staggering, I made my way to his table, none too kindly shoving away a guy fawning over Gabriel; I leaned heavily on the table in front of him, scaring off a few of the girls. I guess I must have looked pretty scary or at least drunk enough to look dangerous, which might have resulted from me actually being that drunk, or the determined light that gleamed in my eyes. Although I was pretty dangerous if I do say so myself, and I do because I'm awesome.
I sat in a seat that had been vacated, right next to him, too close, and I turned so that I was face to face with those eyes on mine again. "Hey, Dean, you feeling alright?" he asked, with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He also looked a little confused but that could have just been the alcohol making me see stuff.
Losing my cool, I put my hand on his leg, just above his knee, to gauge his reaction. I may be drunk as hell on alcohol and lust, but I'm still going to make sure I have the go-ahead before I do anything. He didn't seem to even react, though I could see his eyes sharpen and pupils dilate at the shock that went through us like cold water. Except I didn't pull my hand away. Apart from the initial shock of the connection going through us, the energy was really pleasant. It seemed to make heat blossom under my skin, and I could feel everything: the slight scratch of the plaid under my jacket, the cool hardness of the wood that I was sitting on, the burning heat coming into my hand from Gabriel's leg.
He seemed to be feeling what I was feeling with just the same intensity, but he was much cooler under this kind of pressure(which I surprisingly wasn't. Flirting I have down, but actual bedroom stuff? I tend to do something stupid like giggle or not say anything. But I'm just bad at the talking, the rest I've got down! Trust me, I am no amatuer when it comes to the rest). He just looked away and started talking to some chick, but after a few seconds my hand still hadn't left his leg (Hell if I knew why).
He turned back to me and just lifted one eyebrow, catching my attention, and bringing my eyes up while my thigh was moved, almost involuntarily, against his. My breath was coming in a lot heavier, although his only hitched a little.
I tightened my grip on his leg, and it shifted under my hand so that my palm rested on the squishy inside of his thigh. His hand found its way to the bare skin of my hip between my shirt and pants, and the touch felt like ice tingling up my skin. It was like I wasn't in control anymore and I couldn't help but lean in a little bit; I found that my eyes (even if they weren't always in focus) were flickering between Gabriel's eyes and lips. His breath hitched again, and it sounded like he was having a harder time staying so calm. Seeing him have so much trouble helped me collect myself and I slowed my breathing and tried to clear my thoughts as much as I could with so much alcohol clouding them. This, this is the part I knew so much about. Seduction. I was good at this. Out of the corner of my eye I could see whoever was left at the table scramble off.
I moved my hand further up Gabriel's thigh and started to draw slow circles with my thumb. I shivered as he mirrored the action under my shirt on my back. I leaned in even closer to whisper into the trickster's ear when I saw Cas in the background. The girl that had been hitting on him all night (she must have been really desperate and determined) was now sitting flush against him and he was trying hard to not keep eye contact with her. I kept watching as she leaned in for what looked like a kiss. I couldn't take this, first Meg and now this slut? I crashed my lips against Gabriel's and found out that he tasted oddly like beer and candy. Just as the kiss was about to go into something more, a hand on my shoulder, on the exact spot that I had my hand-print scar, pulled me off Gabriel and back into the real world. It was as if I had been instantly sobered, but I could immediately feel a huge hangover coming on. I instantly realized what I was doing and stood up as quickly as I could. GABRIEL?! Was I really going to sleep with Gabriel? I wanted to vomit.
After spending a little bit of time at the loser table with my little brother, his latest escapade, and Sam while Dean was trying to charm his way into some poor girls pants,(he must have been pretty drunk to not realize that she did not swing his way. She was making it pretty obvious that she was more interested in the girl behind Dean than the man himself) I decided to go on a voyage of my own and get the attention of every single in the bar. Big task, I know, but I was bored so why not? I was truthfully more interested in getting the attention of Sam just because I liked messing with him, but when he left to go to bed I had to re-adjust my plan. I briefly considered following him but thought better of it because I'm not a total perv. Meg had also left with the chick Dean had been talking to, so I decided I might as well mess with the other Winchester instead.
I started with a table full of girls by offering to buy them a round. Even though I had had more than a few drinks myself I was very tolerant of alcohol and would still need a few dozen to actually get buzzed. I couldn't say the same with Dean who was absolutely hammered and sulking by the bar. I had seen him knock back at least 10 shots of what I assume was pure tequila. I was actually kind of impressed that he hadn't passed out yet. It had been about 20 minutes and there were about 17 people surrounding me. It was good enough and it was time for me to mess with Dean.
"Who wants some shots?" I said loudly so that everyone could hear. There was a cheer that I took for a yes and went to the bar next to Dean. I noticed that he kept glancing looks at Cas and I kinda hoped that this would help them admit their feelings for each other quicker. Cas was a little… preoccupied with some girl who was hitting on him. But hey, we all gotta have fun and not think of consequences sometimes. As I got my order of shots I made sure to bump into Dean's arm, taking advantage of the lust spell I had cast on all of us. Surprisingly I felt a little bit of a shock when it happened but I decided to ignore it and go back to my table. Just to make sure that I had Dean's attention, I stayed standing for a few moments and looked over at him making eye contact before I sat back down.
Sure enough, a few seconds later he came stumbling over drunkenly and pushed a guy, his name was Jake, out of the way and all but slammed his hands on the table. His abrupt and violent actions kind of made some of the girls nervous and they decided to go home. He was being pretty straight (ya right) forward though and had a rather hungry look in his eyes. I contemplated getting him some chicken wings while I asked if he was alright. He had taken a seat right beside me, and I mean right beside me, and since I was still trying to mess with him I made sure that I showed a mix of confusion, worry, and just a general sense of knowing when I looked into his eyes. He had turned towards me and I could see that I was driving him crazy(I had that effect on people) but I was still rather surprised when he put his hand on my leg. I tried my very best to act nonchalant about it but I couldn't help but feel a little bit attracted towards Dean and his initiative. Plus I felt an almost pain like feeling shoot through me. Not the bad pain though, the kind that makes me want to beg for more. But since I was trying to mess with Dean and not give myself pleasure(for this once)I tried to ignore the feeling. I looked away to talk to one of the girls that was still sitting beside me, but couldn't help to continue feeling the heat and pain coming from Dean's palm.
To move my plan(which was quickly changing to just bang the dude) forward, I turned back to Dean and I gave my legendary eyebrow raise and was even more surprised when I felt Dean's thigh rub against mine. I think that he was even more surprised, though, because he was panting like a freaking dog and nothing had happened yet! But alas, my own control broke for a split second and my breath did hitch. And it didn't help that his hand had travelled up from my knee and onto the inner part of my thigh. I could feel the heat coming off of it and it was driving me, the guy that lasted as long as he wanted, absolutely crazy! I hated this lust spell! Almost out of habit I moved my hand to the other man's hip and slid it under his shirt. He leaned into the touch (or maybe he was just trying to get something more out of this arrangement, I know I wanted more) and I got even hotter under my collar when his eyes flickered between my eyes and lips. Out of the corner of my eye I saw everyone who was still at the table leave, looking kind of discouraged. I was losing control, fast.
I saw a new look of determination cross those green eyes as his breath steadied and almost jumped when Dean's hand came even closer to what would have been my boner(if I wasn't so good at hiding it, being the trickster and all) and his thumb started to make agonizingly slow circles. I decided that he couldn't have all the fun so I moved my hand to his back and copied his movement step by step. I guess it could be called a success because next thing I knew Dean was leaning even closer to whisper something into my ear. Except he never actually said anything before his lips were crashing onto mine and I could taste the tequila (how much had this guy had?). As soon as it had started, the kiss was ended (much to my dislike) by someone pulling Dean away. It was Cas that was standing above us and I felt like I needed to explain myself and how the only reason this happened was because we were under the influence of a spell. As far as I could tell, Dean felt the need to explain too because he jumped up from his seat and looked at Cas like he was going to puke. I kind of took offense with that! I decided against saying that though when I saw the look on Castiel's face, which seemed even more deadpan and grave than usual. The undeniable lust I had felt moments ago was nearly gone but the words that completely shook me out of the spell-induced haze were, "Vivian is alive."
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