Dean's POV

They were sitting in the Impala, waiting for victim's husband to come home. He still didn't know what they were hunting.

"Okay, so just give me the short version. Why are we here?" Dean asked motioning around with his arms.

"Well, there have been 7 deaths so far in the last two weeks. It seems to have started just after a 32 year old guy named Dylan McLaughlin, went missing. It's suspected that he killed his mother. She's at the county morgue, or at least what's left of her."

"So… we're thinking Rugaru?"

"Exactly."

A grey car pulled into the driveway of the house they had been watching.

"Show time," Dean said, getting out of the Impala.

They both checked inside their suits, making sure they had their fake FBI credentials.

"Mr. McLaughlin?" Sam said flashing his fake badge, "We just have a few questions about the disappearance of your son and wife."

The man's expression becomes somber, a dark look flashing across his face, "Of course. Why don't we go inside."

Mr. McLaughlin led the way inside. It was a beautifully furnished house, with an elegant white staircase that led upstairs.

"Right this way," they followed him into a spacious sitting room, "Would you like anything to drink?"

"No thank you, we're good," Dean declined.

"Did you notice a shift in the character of your son right before he went missing?" Sam asked, looking genuinely concerned.

Mr. McLaughlin's eyes narrowed, "Yes. He locked himself in his room downstairs. No matter what my wife or I did, he wouldn't come out. Kept screaming at us to "stay away". That was the night before he killed my wife. May I ask why the FBI is getting involved?"

"We think that this might have a connection to other cases we've been working on," Dean lied effortlessly.

Dean threw his hands up in exasperation, "Man, today was pointless, all we know for sure is that were dealing with a Rugaru. The coroner in there was no help at all!"

"How did this guy even get it? I mean you don't just randomly get it, it's passed down genetically."

"Maybe one of his parents have the gene but it's… what do you call it? Dormant?"

Sam smirked, opening the Impala's passenger side door, "So you did pay attention during biology!"

"Hey! Only a little," Dean said before starting the Impala.

"Yeah, right. Well, why don't we go back to the motel to check on Cas and see if there are any hidden caves or something where the Rugaru could be?"

"Fine. I'm surprised that Cas hasn't called," as if on cue, Dean's phone rang.

He fished it out of the inside of his jacket. Reading the caller ID, he sighed. It was Cas.

He flipped the phone open, "Hey, Cas. What'd you need?"

"DEAN!" Cas giggled at his achievement, "I got it to work!"

"The TV?"

"Yes! It's so great. There are so many things to watch! But now I don't know what to do," he sighed, defeated, "I've flipped through the channels continuously, but there's nothing interesting to watch."

"Well, we were just on our way back, so sit tight, we'll be right there."

"Yayyyy! Ok," Cas yells.

Dean ends the call, "What the hell got into him?"

"I could hear him way over here. It sounded like he was fricken high," Sam said trying not to laugh.

"He sure as hell better not be!"

Sam just laughed as Dean pulled the Impala onto the road.

The coroner's office was only fifteen minutes north of the Trails End Motel, where they were staying. Dean couldn't focus, he kept thinking about what had gotten into Cas.

When they finally opened their motel room door, they were greeted with a smiling Cas. He was standing near the foot if Sam's bed, the remote resting not far from him.

"Dean!" Cas charged him, flinging himself into Dean's arms.

"Whoa, there!" he grunted, dropping the duffel full of weapons to the floor.

Cas' soft hands cupped his face, pulling him in for a tender kiss. Hoisting himself up, Cas wrapped his legs around Dean's waist. Becoming aware that Cas was slowly slipping down, he grabbed his ass, pulling him back up.

Dean pulled back, panting, "Are you… are you okay Cas?"

A huge, lopsided grin became plastered on Cas' face, "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

He could see Sam dying of laughter across the room, "Oh, no reason. What happened while we were gone?"

Cas planted another kiss on his lips before speaking, "Well, I was just sitting, not doing anything. Then, Gabriel came to check on me! We had a nice long conversation, but apparently he could see that I was bored. He did something, then left. Next thing I know, I get the TV to turn on!"

Dean rolled his eyes, realization dawned on him. That fucker. He gently urged Cas to get off of him, setting his feet on the ground lightly.

"GABRIEL! You had better get your sorry feathered ass down here!" he shouted at the ceiling.

Hearing a rustle of feathers, Dean turned around to find Gabriel standing cockily.

"Hey, Dean-o," he turned his head to Sam, a grin spreading across his face, "Samsquatch."

"What the fuck did you do to Cas?!" Dean was infuriated.

Sure, this Cas was nice and cuddly, but it wasn't the real Cas.

Gabriel shrugged, "I just made him happier."

"Change him back!"

"It'll wear off in 24 hours," a wicked grin came to the angel's face, "Although… for a certain price, I might be able to change him back now."

Sam warily glanced at him, "And that would be?"

The angel leaned in, whispering in Sam's ear. Sam rolled his eyes in response when Gabriel pulled back.

"No!"

Dean gave him a pleading look.

Sighing, Sam gave in, "Fine," he pointed at Dean, "But you owe me. Big time."

"What is the "price" anyway? Lifetime supply of candy?"

Cas was clinging to Dean's side like a small child.

Gabriel's grin grew two sizes, "Oh, this is much better than candy."

The angel walked towards Cas, placing a hand on his shoulder. It took only a second, but the shift in Cas' posture was clear. His hands became looser on Dean's shirt. He pushed Gabriel, "Gabe! That was extremely immature of you!"

Gabriel winked, "But I got what I wanted. Now if you don't mind, Sam and I have places to be," he placed a hand on Sam's shoulder and they were instantly gone in a flurry of wings.

"I am sorry for my behavior, Dean. I wasn't really in control," Cas let his hands fall limp to his side.

"Hey, it's okay, sweetheart," he leaned down and kissed Cas' lips.

Sam's POV

Oh no. What does Gabriel want now? Gabriel leaned in to whisper in Sam's ear, "Come with me. Just for a little bit?"

"No!" he wasn't stupid, no way he was getting sucked into another one of the Trickster's games.

But there was a tiny part of him that was wanted to go. Just him and Gabriel…

He looked towards Dean, seeing that pleading look on his face, he sighed.

"Fine. But you owe me. Big time," he pointed at Dean, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

"What is the "price" anyway? Lifetime supply of candy?" Dean asked.

"Oh, this is much better than candy," Gabriel grinned.

Sam rolled his eyes, what had he just gotten himself into?

Gabriel walked up to Cas', placing his hands on the former angel's shoulders, he was put back to normal.

"Gabe! That was extremely immature of you!" Cas yelled once he regained his bearings.

"But I got what I wanted. Now if you don't mind, Sam and I have places to be, " Gabriel turned his head and winked, so only he would see it.

His set a hand in Sam's shoulder and everything went black for a moment.

Slowly blinking his eyes open, he's greeted with a...strange sight. It looks to be about 10 PM and the full moon provides plenty of light. A small booth is off to the left with plenty of people in line buying what looks to be tickets. Further ahead, is a line of cornstalks. A small gap is left in the middle, presumably an entire entrance. Am I at a corn maze? Deciding that it's the only thing to do, he gets in line.

When it's his turn, the cashier asks for 10 dollars. Fishing in his jean pockets, he finds two crumpled up 5 dollar bills.

"Enjoy the maze!" she exclaimed a little too happily while handing him a pamphlet.

"Thanks," he replied skeptically.

Something definitely wasn't right here. He went threw the entrance, all the while looking through the pamphlet. Oh hell no! His eyes skimmed down the paper, fear lacing his face. Turns out, this wasn't an ordinary corn maze. Not tonight anyway. Sure, you were supposed to find the exit, but you also had to freaking navigate through loads of freaking clowns! Why did Gabriel have to pick his worst fear?!

Flipping the pamphlet over, he groaned. What the hell? Written in big, red letters,the phrase, Either Face Your Fear Or Kiss Me, was etched on the back.

I can do this. Just don't look at their faces. He continued walking through the maze, talking a left at the first 3-way intersection he comes to. A tall clown with a huge rainbow afro took a step closer to him, growling. He'd never admit it, but he screamed like a girl. His heartbeat raced and he took off, not caring which way he was going, he just needed out.

Skidding to a halt, his head whipped back and force ferociously. There was a couple ahead, but other than that, he was alone. He looked up, whispering to the sky, "You win Gabriel! Now get your ass down here so I can leave!"

"I knew you wouldn't last!" the angel who had appeared behind him broke into a fit of laughter, "You really do hate clowns, don't you?"

Sam whirled, facing Gabriel. The world around them faded and instead of a clown infested corn maze, a warm breeze blew against his face. They were standing in the middle of a field, the grass was waist high and the warm sun was just beginning to sink towards the horizon.

"Why did it have to be clowns, Gabriel?"

"I needed something that you couldn't face, no matter how hard you tried," Gabriel took a step closer, closing the distance between them.

And shit, Sam couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Gabriel closer and crashed their lips together.

After what feels like eternity, Sam pulls back, whispering in Gabriel's ear, "You know, you could have asked."

"Where's the fun in that?"

AN: Thanks for reading guys (and girls of course!). Hope y'all liked this chapter. Go and check out my other fic, We Don't Work With Feds, a SPN and NCIS crossover.

UPDATE: School is back in session! I've had a ton of homework to do, do I don't have as much time to write as I'd like. As a result, I'll be posting at least once a week. That goes for both of my stories.

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