The scene unfolding before them is bizarre to say the least.
Cas, desperately running away from the blonde Hunter with a stream of giggles in his wake. "Get back here!" Dean laughs at the fleeing angel. "I need my powerless little Angel to come amuse me!" He continues teasingly, barley missing Cas' collar as he makes a sharp turn around the couch.
'Oh how awesome it would be for him to actually be mine.' Dean thinks to himself, surprising even himself with the sudden burst emotion. Shaking it off, he continues chasing Cas around the bunker.
Without his mojo, Castiel truly is just a baby in a trench coat. 'A ticklish baby in a trench coat.' Dean thinks to himself, his grin widening.
Quick backstory: While hunting a witch in Colorado, Cas was hit with a spell that temporarily knocked out his powers. Dean, being the dick he is, wanted to do whatever he can to the angel before he once again became a wrathful warrior of the Lord who can normally kill him with a glance, not even.
Tickling became one of these things to take advantage of when Dean had been giving Castiel a reassuring nudge on the side, assuring him that his powers would return. The angel had flinched in surprise and reared back. But Dean only followed him back, his big-brother instincts knowing exactly what had just occurred.
And thus, the chase began to where it is now. With Cas desperately wishing he never got hit with that damn spell. And Dean impatiently waiting to tickle the hell (heaven?) out of his 'de-angelfied' friend.
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"Dean please. This is illogical, we should be spending this time looking for a way to reverse this curse. Not torturing me as a result of it." Cas pleads, realizing there is no escape from Dean without having his powers.
"Sam is the boring research one." Dean answers nonchalantly, giving a lazy wave of his hand as he saunters even closer. "There is nothing either of us could do to make that go by faster and there is no way in hell I am passing this opportunity up, Cas. No way at all." He continues, the look in his eyes confirming his words.
Cas just groans in response and makes a run for the door. Frantically hopeless without his mojo. But Dean leaps over the couch and tackles the poor angel to the floor before he even makes it half way.
The hunter immediately digs into Cas's sides through his coat. "Nohohoho Deahahahan, this vessel ihihis very sensitive!" Cas giggles, trying to swat the man away. "Oh really?" Dean says in mock-seriousness, "I haven't noticed."
This goes on for five minutes, with Cas struggling and laughing hysterically - Occasionally squealing if Dean hits a bad spot, and the blonde hunter just being his usual relentless self.
He has no doubt the human is enjoying every moment of tickling him to hysterics. And despite the torture, Cas finds himself feeling strangely content as well. Even so, he can't let himself remain in this position.
But when Cas finally manages to twist himself out of Dean's grip, he only makes it a whopping four feet of shaky, giggly crawling before Dean grabs his leg and drags his squealing boyfriend - Eh friend, back to him.
"Let's get this off, it's not like you'll be needing it." Dean chides, pulling off Castiel's signature trench coat and jacket. Much to Cas's despair, as he immediately tries in vain to keep hold of the veil of protection they were providing thus far.
Now feeling utterly small and vulnerable, the fight goes out of Cas. 'I despise being human.' He thinks mopley to himself, accepting his ticklish fate.
~~~
Dean cracks his fingers and drags his gaze down Cas's body. Surprised by the burning passion that just ignited in his chest.
'Oh Hell, am i checking him out?' He thinks to himself in surprise.
~~~
'Oh Heaven, is Dean checking me out?' Cas thinks to himself, blushing.
Also confused by the pleasure brightening his mood at the thought.
~~~
Not wanting to dwell on the conflicting feelings any longer, Dean returns to his original plan and starts mercilessly tickling the blushing angel.
"DEAHAHAHAN PLEAHAHAHASE!" Cas cries out, thrashing with new vigor at the loss of protection his trench coat and jacket were providing.
Fighting to keep up with the squirming angel, Dean wracks his brain for a way to have free reign over Cas's body without him moving. 'Slow down there, that's sounded wrong. Even to me.' He thinks to himself in bewildered amusement.
"I wish there was a way to tie you down, you little wiggle worm." Dean laughs, squeezing his friends hips. Earning a rather adorable squeak from the usually deep-voiced angel. Dean decides to focus on this spot of a little while longer.
Anything to not focus on his own spinning head.
~~~
Dean's teasing words fills Cas with dread.
The idea of being reduced to an immobile, powerless angel on top of everything else, is unthinkable - Even despite his conflicted feelings earlier.
"But I would either have to leave to grab some stuff or take you with me somewhere to tie you down, both of which can't happen. So I'll make do." Dean continues, smirking as he shrugs.
"NO MOHOHORE PLEAHAHAHASE!" Cas continues squealing. All composure is lost as Dean pushes his hands under Castiel's dress shirt and starts scribbling at the bare skin underneath.
~~~
Soon, Dean is laughing right along with him, almost rivaling in hysteria.
"Holy shihit, Feathers. I didn't realize you were this damn ticklish!" Dean uses a free hand to wipe laughter-induced tears from Cas's eyes, his hand lingering on his warm cheek for just a moment longer than necessary.
"Shuhuhuhuhut uhuhup yououou assbuhuhutt!" Cas laughs, shaking his head back and forth as Dean gently scribbles his fingers on his neck and ears.
"How impolite!" Dean responds indignantly. "I'll teach you some manners to respect your elders." And with those words, he leans down and starts blowing raspberry onto Cas's stomach.
Cas is gone, the renowned angel of the Lord is immediately reduced to a laughing baby in big boy clothes.
But somehow, through his laughter, Cas manages to say, "IM PREHEHETY SURE THAHAHAT I AM OLDER THAHAN YOHOHOU DEAHAHAN! SO YOU AHAHARE NOT MY ELDER!" Stubborn to the end as always.
Dean just laughs and shakes his head in disbelief. 'This angel is going to be the death of me. Or at least the death of me being straight.' Dean thinks to himself, finally accepting he wants to kiss the angel - Like, very, very much.
After another few minutes, Dean decides to give his friend a break. "How ya doing Cas?" Dean asks innocently.
"Adequate." Castiel responds breathlessly. Dean rolls his eyes and poses his hands to begin their assault again. He is an inch his stomach away when the door opens.
Dean looks up at the door and Cas awkwardly lifts his chin to do the same upside down.
Gabriel has walked in on quite the sight. "Woah there boys, get a room." He snickers.
"First off." Dean starts, still on top of a very red and blushing Cas. "We HAVE a room, we are in this one. And secondly, this really isn't what it looks like. You see, I'm currently tickling the life out of your brother."
Gabriel just laughs "Oh Cassie, how I miss the days of doing this to you. You were so serious, even then." He says teasingly. And while his voice is laden with amusement, his eyes are distant for a moment as he reminisces.
"Gabriel, please stop being mean and help me!" Cas pleads, struggling against Dean again, who gets the sense to tighten his grip once more.
"Oh I'll help alright." Gabe responds, "Just not you. Here Dean, I'll hold his arms and show you how to REALLY get him going." He says, kneeling down next to the duo to grab Castiel's straining arms that are truly no match against a full powered angel.
"Gabriel!" Cas yells, indignant at the betrayal. "Oh no Cassie, it has been way too long since I've been able to do this to you." He responds gleefully.
Dean, who is still posed on top of Cas's hips and, well, his crotch. 'I'm mounted on an angel of the Lord.' Dean thinks to himself in amusement.
And now, with Gabe forcing his hands over his head, Dean begins his attack again on the powerless angel anew.
~~~
"FAHAHATHER HELP MEEEE!" Cas yells as Dean squeezes up and down the sides of his torso. Angling his hands onward to starts assaulting his ribs and neck under his dress shirt.
"Go for his armpits." Gabriel says quietly. "NO DEAHAHAN PLEASE!" Cas responds, still laughing from his assault on his ribs.
"Armpits are a bad spot eh?" Dean asks innocently. "This is something I need to see for myself. So you just sit right and enjoy the ride." He continues with a wink, as he then slides his fingers up the shirt to stop just before the underams.
"N-nohoho pleahahase." Cas pleads, already giggling and struggling from pure anticipation. "I'll do anythihihihing!" He continues, frantically looking for a way to save himself the embarrassment and torture of being tickled by dean in his worst spot. 'Damn it Gabriel, why are you like this?' He thinks to himself in frustration.
"Please wait!" He yells as Dean starts moving upwards again. "Nope, no more waiting!" Dean responds, smiling unapologetically. Digging his fingers in with no mercy.
"OHHHH GOHOHOHOHOSH NOOOO!" Cas screams. "PLEAHAHASE!" He says, thrashing and squirming and doing whatever he can to get out of reach. Cas attempts to get an ounce of leverage. But with Dean on his waist (not that he is complaining about that aspect), and Gabe holding his arms down, there is no hope of escape for the poor powerless angel.
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"MEHEHERCY!!!" He begs, "MERCYYYYYY! AHHHAAHA!" Castiel's pleading has lost all coherency and Dean takes it as a hint to stop.
The little angel is red in the face with tears streaming down his face. While it is a rejuvenating sight to see the angel so carefree and happy, he knows that Cas has had enough for today. "Yo Gabe, let the poor guy up." Dean says, dismounting the angel.
"Damn I haven't done that to a brother in a loooong time." Gabriel chirps, not at all winded from holding down the frantic Castiel. 'Damn angels.' Dean thinks to himself.
"What were you doing here anyway?" Cas asks, his breath gasping. "Besides being an ass of a brother?" He adds on with a grumble.
"Sam gave me a call. I came here to fix your little issue Cassie. But I got sidetracked as you can tell." Gabe responds with a wink.
"Wait, you came to FIX me and you decided to tickle me first?" Cas asks with his mouth held agape in shock. "Actually, I suppose I would expect nothing less from the Trickster." He continues after another moment of contemplation.
Then Gabriel snaps his fingers. "There, all better baby bro. Just remember to clean up the mess when y'all are done." He says snarkily. Then with another snap, he is gone and they are alone once more.
Cas looks to Dean "I don't understand, what did he mean by 'clean up when-" Dean doesn't give him a chance to finish. "Don't worry about it Cas." He says, with obvious blush on his face.
Cas drops it, oblivious as always. "Well if I do recall correctly, revenge is in order." He says with an uncharacteristic glint in his blue eyes.
"Well too bad for you feather-ass, cause Dean here ain't ticklish." He says with more confidence than he had.
"Lies, Sam got drunk and told me you were months ago. I know he was telling the truth, just like I know that you're lying now." Cas says plainly, starting towards Dean - Who has the sense to start backing away from the now full-powered angel.
"You know you can't run." Castiel says ominously.
"Please?" Is all that Dean could think of to say to plead his case. Castiel is not impressed.
'Oh shit.' Is the only thought Dean can manage before Cas is on him and frantic laughter erupts through the empty halls once more.
The End?