Chapter 3 is heeere! Thanks for doing all the good stuff, keep it coming. Review, Follow, Favourite (;), whatever you like. There's some more quoting in this chapter, like Columbia's (now Becky's) speech, and the criminologist's narration. Please enjoy!
The dining table was covered in sweets. They should have expected as much after seeing their host's spread at the party. Balthazar and Anael were haphazardly tossing plates and cutlery on the table and sloshing juice into the glasses of the guests. Gabriel sat at the head of the table, with Becky at his right, still in her pajamas. Sam sat on his left, next to Dean. Castiel sat next to Becky, and Bobby was at the other end. Everyone waited in awkward silence as the housekeepers "set" the table.
Balthazar rolled in a squeaky cart with a covered platter. Underneath was, of course, a large chocolate cake. Gabriel began cutting it and the servants tossed pieces onto everyone's plates, more or less.
Gabe lifted his glass.
"A toast," he said. "To new friends." Everybody started digging into the cake. It was actually pretty good.
"Hold on, you got a little something there, Sammy." Gabriel leaned forward and grabbed the stray chink of cake away with his mouth.
"Excuse me," Becky said curtly as she stood up and left the room. She ran down the hall and threw herself onto her bed. First the angel, and now this? Sure, Gabriel had a lot of sex, but that's all it was. Sex. There was no cake-kissing afterwards, nothing of the sort. Was she only kept around as an extra set of hands?
Back in the dining room, everyone was silent.
"Doctor," Bobby said. "I'm here to ask about Adam." Gabriel's eyes widened.
"What do you know of Adam?"
"Who's Adam?"
"I feel I need to educate you boys. You see, Adam was your half-brother." Sam and Dean gasped. Dad never mentioned anything of the sort.
"He came here some time ago," Bobby continued. "And I only knew because of this note I found." He pulled out a crumpled piece of paper with blood instead of ink on it. The note read:
"I'm out of my head. Hurry, or I may be dead. They mustn't carry out their evil deeds.
-Adam"
"What evil deeds?" Sam asked. They hadn't met any Adams here. Was he already dead?
"I'm afraid there was a…mishap with Adam. You see, he was charming, but he didn't feel anything. So, when I needed to experiment for Cassy here…"
The room fell silent.
"Where the hell is he now, you bastard?" Gabriel smirked, and grabbed the tablecloth. He tore it off, taking all the plates with it. Everyone jumped up. Underneath the glass top of the table was a rotted corpse. Castiel ran to Dean, who put an arm around the angel. Gabriel came over to Dean and slapped him in the face. For such a tiny man, he packed quite the punch. It must have been the angel about him. He had felt a similar power when Cas fucked him. Hell, he was still sore from that.
Dean ran. He was pretty good at running, too. But he was no match for an angel that could zap right in front of him.
"You'd better wise up, Dean," Gabriel chuckled as Dean struggled to escape the field he created with his spell. Dean kneed Gabriel in the balls, which shocked the angel enough that the spell let up and Dean could keep dashing. Meanwhile, Sam wheeled Bobby towards the lab. Anael and Balthazar couldn't contain themselves and were on the floor, shaking with laughter.
"You know what tastes nice? Your brother's apple pie." He smirked and let Dean keep running.
"That doesn't even make sense!" Dean shouted back.
Gabriel zapped again.
"Tastes better than ol' Cassy's."
"That does it." Dean reached to swing at Gabriel, but the angel was too quick. They were standing in the lab. So were Bobby, Sam, Castiel, Balthazar, Anael, and a confused Becky wearing nothing but her underwear. Gabriel had clearly zapped her in the middle of changing.
The doctor reached over to the control panel and flipped a lever.
"What the hell, man?" Dean said as he tried to move his feet. They wouldn't budge. Sam and Bobby had the same problem.
"It's as if we're glued to the spot," Sam remarked.
"You are! Isn't this fun?" Gabriel strolled over to a very exposed Sam and ran a hand across his chest.
"You hurt one hair on his head, and I swear I'll…I'll-"
Gabriel nodded a head at Anael, who flipped another switch, subsequently turning Dean into a stone statue. His underwear fell off in the process and Gabriel's eyebrows shot up.
"You stop that, pervert." Bobby said. He was then statue-fied. Thankfully, his clothes stayed on.
"Okay, now this is a whole different kind of crazy," Sam said
"Oh, come on baby, now we're all alone. Well, mostly." Sam shook his head.
"Not until you turn them back." Gabriel groaned dramatically. Sam was then petrified.
"My God! I can't stand any more of this!" Becky began walking down the ramp towards Gabriel. "First you spurn me for Castiel, and then you throw him off like an old overcoat for Sam! You chew people up and then you spit them out again." A tear rolled down her cheek. "I loved you. Do you hear me? I loved you! And what did it get me? Yeah, I'll tell you: a big nothing. You're like a sponge. You take, take, take, and drain others of their love and emotion. Yeah, well, I've had enough. You're going to choose between me and them, because I can't put up with you and your games anymore."
Gabriel stared at her for a long moment before giving the signal to make her into a statue. Castiel, who was still standing there, was petrified as well.
The doctor sighed. Anael rolled her eyes and stomped over to Gabriel.
"This is not making good use of our mission. If I may, I suggest-"
"Who's the one giving orders here? Hello, you're supposed to follow them!" Gabriel shook his head. "I'm just getting a little…sidetracked. That's all. It'll be over soon. Chill."
"She's right, you know," Balthazar added. "We are not to be used as objects for you to entertain your every whim and fancy. You have the power to create those who will do that."
"Patience, Balthy. Right now, we need to get set up for the floorshow. Then we can have a chat about this. Go. Now." The servants huffed off.
And so, by some extraordinary coincidence, fate, it seemed, had decided that Sam and Dean should keep that appointment with their friend, Mr. Bobby Singer. But it was to be in a situation which none of them would have possibly foreseen. And, just a few hours after arriving at the castle, Sam and Dean had both tasted...a different fruit. This in itself was proof that their host was a man of little morals...and some persuasion. What further indignities were they to be subjected to? And what of the floorshow that is spoken ofIn an empty house, in the middle of the night. What diabolical plan had seized Gabriel's crazed imagination? What indeed, from what had gone before, it was clear that this was to be no picnic…
AN: Sorry about the mixups with the quotes. I fixed them up for y'all.
