Yay! Last chapter! Thank you for all your support! Thanks to some prodding, we finally have them singing (it didn't work earlier because it made no sense, but here it works). I may post an extra scene if y'all want. As always, be sure to review! I love hearing what you guys have to say. This one's fairly short, and dialogue-heavy. Until next time!
After a lot of tugging (and some angelic magic) Gabe finally managed to dress his wonderful statues. Each had on a black and red sparkly outfit that matched his, complete with those towering spike heels and feather boas. It was hard to believe that Sam could be even taller than he already was. Gabriel had painted their faces as well, so they looked like his little dolls. He created a lovely stage to put them on, and pushed Bobby to stage right. The old man definitely couldn't dance, let alone sing.
The doctor finished up the trance spell and snapped his fingers. A jazzy tune started playing, and Gabriel flipped the switch to de-petrify Becky for her solo. She danced as she sang, complete with high kicks.
"It was great when it all began,
I was a regular Gabey fan.
But it was over when he had the plan
To start working on an angel man.
Now the only thing that gives me hope
Is my love of a certain dope.
Rose tints my world and keeps me safe from my troubles and pain." Gabriel, who was watching from the empty audience, happily noted that Becky's bustier had slipped down a little to reveal her nipples. Her dreamlike state made it so she didn't notice, or care. Next was Cas. His voice was surprisingly rich. Gabe was proud of it.
"I'm just seven hours old.
Truly beautiful, to behold.
And somebody should be told
My libido hasn't been controlled." Even in the back of his clouded mind, Cas wasn't singing about Gabriel. He was singing about those green eyes.
"Now the only thing I've come to trust-" (Dean! He trusted Dean. Not Gabe! Why couldn't he tell him?)
"Is an orgasmic rush of lust.
Rose tints my world and keeps me safe from my trouble and pain." Sam was next, and Gabriel licked his lips as the giant wobbled along on those heels.
"It's beyond me.
Help me, Bobby." Gabriel raised an eyebrow. He was pretty sure Sam was supposed to say 'mommy'. Did he mess something up?
"I'll be good, you'll see.
Take this dream away.
What's this? Let's see:
I feel…sexy.
What's come over me?
Woah! Here it comes again!" Dean was the last to go. He began dancing with a newfound courage, shaking his thing.
"I feel released.
Bad times deceased
My confidence has increased
Reality is here!
The game has been disbanded
My mind has been expanded
It's a gas that Cassy's landed-" What the hell was going on? Sam wasn't singing the right words, Dean wasn't singing the right words, and Cas kept looking at the older Winchester like he wanted to throw him down and fuck him right then and there. It was like some part of them had seeped past the seal that was cast and trickled into the lyrics.
"-His lust is so sincere." Dean pursed his lips. Gabriel rolled his eyes. At least his song would go smoothly.
He teleported to his spot on the stage, but he tripped on his own heels. He crashed into something, which sent the whole set to fall over. The next thing he knew, there were four very confused people (well, one was an angel) on the stage.
"What the hell?" Dean said, realizing what he was wearing. He then spotted Cas in the same getup and couldn't help but stare. Becky glanced down at her exposed breasts and shrieked.
"You pig! That's it, I'm through with you." She ran crying from the room before Gabriel could stop her. Sam was busy laughing his ass off. He couldn't help it, really. The sheer sight of his brother in women's underwear was almost worth being dressed just the same. He then noticed the statue in the wing.
"Bobby!" He ran over and flipped the switch to get him back to normal.
"Sam! What the hell are you wearing?"
"Everybody shut up!" Gabriel shouted. Suddenly, none of them could talk. Cas's mouth flapped open and closed like a fish, trying to say something. "Now then. Where were we?" He walked over to Sam. "I'm awfully sorry that all this had to happen, sweetheart. You okay?"
Sam suddenly found his voice. "Look. You're awesome, and sex with you is great," (Dean was practically dying with silent laughter on the other end of the stage), "but I can't stay if you keep doing this. This…controlling me, and other people. I don't want to be your sex toy, and I don't want to be one of many…concubines." Gabriel smirked.
"Fine. Have it your way." He snapped his fingers and everyone could hear Dean's explosions of laughter. "Damn it, Sam, I love you." "Uh-" he was interrupted by the lips on top of his own.
"Despite this being the weirdest day of my life," Dean said, now crying from laughter, "this is by far the best."
"Oh, shut up," Sam said. "You banged the angel."
"The angel wasn't wearing women's clothing, bitch."
"Jerk. And he was wearing a speedo. As if that makes it any less gay."
Dean threw a defensive arm around Cas. "It does. And we're going now, so you can stay here with your…uh…"
The doors to the theater burst open. Standing in the doorway were Anael and Balthazar.
"Gabriel. You must stop this waste of time. Our mission was to create Castiel, and we have done that."
"Are you questioning orders?"
"No. We are following them." Gabe rolled his eyes.
"You two are a hoot." The doctor snapped his fingers again, and they were gone.
"Where are they?"
"Who cares? Now Dean, didn't you say you were leaving?" Gabriel began unlacing Sam's corset.
"Yeah…C'mon Cas, let's get out of this freak show." He grabbed the angel's hand, and before he knew it, they were standing outside the house. "What just happened?"
"I believe I have figured out how to…fly."
"I can't believe you two idjits were messing around with angels. You should know better than that."
"I didn't even know angels existed before tonight!" Dean protested.
"Aren't you glad they do?" Castiel asked. Dean smiled at him.
"Yes."
Kissing Cas was almost good enough to erase the image of Sam and Gabriel fucking on the stage from his head.
