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Gabriel was bored, which was never a good sign for the Winchester brothers and Castiel. The archangel had a knack for finding amusement at their expense, and today was no different.
Sam, Dean, and Castiel were in the middle of researching their latest case when Gabriel appeared out of thin air, a mischievous grin plastered across his face. The trio barely had time to react before they were suddenly yanked from their seats by an invisible force.
"Gabriel!" Dean growled, trying to resist whatever was pulling him to his feet. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Oh, just a little something to lighten the mood," Gabriel said, snapping his fingers. Instantly, the familiar beat of NYSNC's "Bye Bye Bye" filled the air.
Sam's eyes widened in realization. "No way. You wouldn't—"
"Oh, but I would!" Gabriel laughed, and with another snap of his fingers, the three of them were dressed in matching 90s boy band outfits, complete with baggy pants and overly gelled hair.
Dean looked down at his new attire in horror. "This is not happening."
Before any of them could protest further, their bodies started moving on their own, perfectly synchronized to the music. Dean’s feet slid into the opening steps, Sam's arms swung in time with the beat, and Castiel—who had never danced a day in his life—found himself effortlessly mimicking the choreography.
"This is ridiculous!" Sam shouted, but his body continued to move against his will.
Gabriel was practically rolling on the floor laughing. "You guys are naturals! Who knew the mighty hunters had a future in pop?"
Castiel looked utterly confused, his blue eyes darting between Sam and Dean as they performed the iconic puppet-like dance moves. "I don't understand. Why are we doing this?"
"Because Gabe's a jerk, that's why!" Dean managed to say through gritted teeth as he executed a flawless spin.
"Cas," Dean suddenly said between moves, his voice low but filled with exasperation.
"Yes, Dean?" Castiel replied, trying to keep up with the dance.
"I'm going to kill your brother."
"So am I," Castiel deadpanned, never missing a beat.
Gabriel was practically doubled over with laughter. "You three... absolutely priceless."
Dean glared at him, his face flushed with anger. "If you ever do that again, I swear—"
"Relax, Deano," Gabriel said, waving off the threat. "Just a bit of harmless fun. Consider it payback for all the times you’ve tried to gank me."
"Fun?" Sam muttered, still catching his breath. "That was humiliating."
Gabriel shrugged. "Depends on your perspective."
Castiel, who had been quiet throughout, finally spoke up. "I don't understand the purpose of this... dance."
Gabriel grinned. "That's what makes it so funny, Cas."
Dean shook his head, standing up and brushing off his clothes. "Next time, Gabe, pick a different victim."
"No promises," Gabriel said with a wink before vanishing in a puff of smoke, leaving the three of them to recover from their impromptu performance.
As the brothers and Castiel exchanged exasperated looks, one thing was clear: Gabriel had won this round. But they knew they’d get him back eventually—because when it came to pranks, the Winchesters always found a way to even the score.