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"What the actual fuck?"
Dean was going to kill Gabe for this. He hated any holiday festivities, okay, maybe not Christmas, but he despised this one. Why couldn't he have just been nice, and given them easier games? Why?
10 fucking minutes left. And it would be over. Then Dean was gonna kill that sonovabitch!
~Earlier that evening~
Sam had been researching for cases for a while now. Sitting on the sofa, probably making a dent in the cushions, he'd drank three pots of strong as hell coffee and surprisingly not got caffeine poisoning. He really didn't want to know what Dean and Cas had been doing for these past few hours; headphones, long playlists, full volume and thick walls kept him from hearing anything.
Well... it had been a few hours, so it couldn't hurt to turn the volume down just enough to know if they'd, erm, well finished, could it? Evidently not. Actually, Sam turned to see Dean and his angel walking into the room, both disheveled.
"Hello Sam. Sorry for not participating in your research, but I was busy... doing things," Cas turned to Sam, pursing his lips, then glancing at Dean.
"I'm things," the side-note from Dean as Castiel glared, and if looks could kill, "sorry... so Sammy, you got anything interesting?"
"I do actually!"
The voice, they knew far too well. And nothing good EVER came of it.
"Gabriel. What are do you think you're doing here? And I want you to explain this, right now!" Castiel's voice filled the room with anger as he stared down his brother and then pointedly looked to the other side of the room. They appeared to have guests. And that wasn’t the weird part.
“Hey little brother! And hello fellow party guests. In case no of you idiots noticed, today is October 31st. And you know what that mean? It’s my favorite holiday for the year: Hallowe’en! So we’re gonna have a bit of fun. You may have realized that your favorite Trickster has, not only shut you up so he could say his monologue, but he has dressed you all up!”
True to his word, everyone had duct tape across their mouths. The other four people, who were enraged at this moment, were Crowley, Rowena, Charlie and Balthazar. That smug little archangel had put them all in ridiculous (depending on how you looked at it) outfits.
Dean was in a Batman costume. Okay, so he wasn’t as pissed off at this, it was decent quality too. Sam… well Sam was dressed as Captain America… with moose antlers. Sniggering came from Crowley at this, until he looked down and sighed in annoyance. He still had his black suit on, just with plastic devil horns, tail and wings. Castiel was still in his trench coat and suit, but with the addition of stereotypical fluffy angels wings and a halo. Rowena looked the most pissed off though, she had a black cloak and witches hat. It seemed that her clothes were now grey and battered. If only she could have cursed Gabriel for this, she would have. Charlie seemed pretty pleased, she was dressed as Princess Leia from the Star Wars films.
As Gabe stopped laughing, he took off the duct tape and waited for chaos to commence. But the only thing he got was a single complaint.
“Why the fuck am I dressed like this?” Balthazar wasn’t angry, more confused.
“Because you’re British, and the monster of Frankenstein is a British classic. So shut your gob and listen to the rules,” Gabriel smirked, knowing everyone would hate him by the end, but he might, just might have a chance… “So, you are all going to play my little Hallowe’en game, you all have a game to play each, so you will walk into a room and all you have to do is stay in there for 10 minutes without killing or pushing away or hurting any of your surroundings. If you lose, you will be stuck in that room for the remainder of your lives. Any questions?”
“I have one! Who are you and who’s the one dressed as Frankenstein’s monster?”
Charlie hadn’t met Gabe and Balthazar yet, so she was panicking a bit. More than a bit. She was really panicking.
“This is our resident archangel and all-round show-off, Gabriel. And this is Balthazar. An angel who once stopped the Titanic sinking just ‘cause he hated the film,” Sam told her, pointing to each before Dean stepped in.
“Gabriel, why are you… oh my Chuck. No. I don’t believe it. Cas, do you know what ‘Stucky’ is?” Dean was trying his hardest not to end up on the floor laughing. Thing is, Dean and Cas have been mocking Sam and Gabriel about being in love since Destiel got together. And Gabe was dressed as the Winter Soldier…
“Yes, why? Oh. Maybe you should have picked out your costume to be less conspicuous Gabriel,” Cas was laughing now. It was too much fun though, and Gabe really should have thought about repercussions of his decisions.
Both Sam and Gabe had turned bright red at this and Charlie covered her laugh with a cough, whilst the other three people wondered what they had missed, so Dean filled them in, and was surprised Gabriel didn’t stop him.
“Stucky is ship name, a not a boat, but a pairing. So, people who ship Stucky, think that Captain America and Bucky Barnes, from the Marvel films, should be together. Just like how me and Cas, ship Sabriel, which is our Trickster and our moose of a man. Cas and I have been laughing about this for years now, but it’s so obvious they are in love that it actually hurts.”
Sniggering and giggling crossed the room, whilst Gabe was trying to think of a way to change the topic: and fast.
“Right then, I’m going to stick Deano and Cas in a room and force them to admit their feelings for each other, and then we can begin the game,” Gabriel didn’t know they were officially together yet, but he did it anyway.
The room was small and plain, with a window and chairs so everyone else could watch. Dean and Castiel were laughing uncontrollably now. Gabriel was very worried, and Sam rolled his eyes before explaining.
“Gabe, since it’s been awhile since you’ve checked in with us, you really ought to know that they have been going out for what seems to be forever now, and they are a bit too happy to show affection for one another in public.”
As Sam was talking, Gabriel’s eyes widened out of frustration, but he kept staring at the two lovebirds. When they caught their breath, Cas reached for Dean’s neck, brought him closer and kissed him. They had their tongues down each others throats for a good minute and a half.
“Why did no one tell me they were together now? Seriously, it’s not like anyone else is going to tell me these things,” Gabriel let the lovesick fools out and then continued.
“Fair enough. Now to the point! Let the games begin.”