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[phantomwarrior12]

Hazardous

Prompt: @idabbleincrazy​ mood board

Word Count: 1,219

Summary: Eternity with an archangel isn’t always what you imagine

Warnings: Blood, intimidation, swearing, creepy-vibes

A/N: Hey folks!

This fic was inspired by the lovely @idabbleincrazy​‘s 750 Follower Challenge! Congratulations on the achievement, hon! I’d also like to say that this mood board also inspired a small portion of the next chapter of Dark Returns, so dual purpose mood board. Thank you for running this wonderful challenge! :)

Please leave a like/comment and let me know your thoughts!

Enjoy!

~Phantom

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"Gabriel, you're hurting me." Your fingers curl into a fist, eyes darting between his vice grip on your wrist and heated whiskey that bears into your soul. Your back is pressed against the wall, his frame kneeling over you in a suffocating cage that sets off every nerve in your body.

This isn't him.

"Gabriel, let go." His grip is tightening and the firmness in your voice falters, giving way to the panic building in your chest. You feel around blindly behind you, fingertips brushing over the cool edge of metal as you locate the angel blade secured in the sheath along your back. Your hand curls around the hilt, "Please."

"Don't like it rough, sweetcheeks?" There's a twinge of condescension in his eyes, a flare of something so warped you're not sure what it is you see in haunted honey.

He tears you from the silent confusion with a crushing kiss, an icy chill that seeps into the once vibrant traces of your soul. It's battered. Beaten. You've been in the archangels "care" for too long - long enough to realize that each touch, each kiss, each caress eats away at your delicate human soul and edges you closer and closer to the dark side. Maybe he's lonely. Maybe it's some twisted game. But you can feel it ebbing - the empathy, the affection, the last trace that makes you feel human.

Maybe that's why he gave you an angel blade. Maybe he wants you to kill him, put him out of his misery before he does something you'll both regret. Maybe it's his way of showing you that he's already won, one last dramatic flex of marred celestial power to break the spirit he'd once admired.

But you won't let him.

He's corrupting your soul with dark grace but you won't give up. He can take your soul, he can take your life, but you can't surrender your spirit. You don't know if saving Gabriel is even remotely possible anymore and after everything - you don't think you want to try. But you're not lost yet.

Granted, the Winchesters don't know where you are and Castiel is too weak to find you after his last encounter with the corrupted archangel to track you.

You're on your own.

You know that. Gabriel knows that. He's exploited a deep-seated fear in every hunter: being left for dead to whatever force they were trying to kill. Of course, the only thing worse than death is becoming one of them - and he knows it. A mixture of the two has forced you into a state of utter dread. You're not going to die. You're going to be like him and there's nothing you can do about it. You're going to be like him and that's a fate worse than death itself.

Unless you can stop him.

So, when he drags you into another kiss and glacial wisps seep into your skin, you jerk the angel blade free from its sheath, burying it into the former archangel's shoulder and twist. He jolts back, landing on his ass and clutches at his shoulder in utter confusion.

"The hell was that?"

"I told you to let go," you manage to make it up to your feet, watching as crimson seeps and stains his shirt and the scowl that etches deeper and deeper into his features. All you can hear is the pounding of your own heart, the dizzying hum of adrenaline that spikes when hazel levels on your weakened frame.

"You're getting ballsy, sweetheart. If it weren't so, bloody...I'd say it's kind of hot." There's a dark lilt in his voice, a twinge of malice mixed with amusement and you're not sure which is worse: his eyes or his voice. So when he jerks the blade from his shoulder with a hiss, you stumble back a few startled steps, tripping over a chair you'd forgotten was there and land on your back.

"Oh, you really didn't think this through, did you, sugar?" It drips like venom from his lips, heated tension that settles on your skin in an icy glaze.

"Stay away from me," you slide back until your back meets drywall and you scramble up to your feet. You won't face him as a cowering child, if this is the end, you'll face him as a hunter.

"You know this blade won't kill me. You need an archangel's blade for that." He twirls the bloodied weapon in his hand, crimson slipping down the blade and over his hand, "But you knew that. Is it really so bad to spend eternity with me?"

"You're not Gabriel. You're a monster. And you need to stay the hell away from me--"

"Or what? You'll stab me?" He gestures with the blade, "No, I don't think so. You can't do anything. I win. You lose. Now it's time for all good little hunters to give up and let me finish this."

"Go to hell, you warped fuck." Your gaze darts to the window, a raging storm igniting the pane with a brilliant flash of light and it's enough to draw his attention for a split second.

You grab the chair, shattering it across his shoulders with as much force as you can muster. His knees hit the floor and he turns in time to catch your fist inches from his face. You watch as the amusement dissipates, giving way to ironclad fury as he twists and you drop to your knees with a scream.

Every nerve is on fire. Every tendon bends and bends and screams. Every bone cracking in protest as seething crimson overtakes whiskey.

"You couldn't make this easy, could you? You had to make me hurt you." There's a surge of ice along your skin and fear tears down your spine in a violent tremble.

"Gabe--please," you whisper, managing to grasp ahold of the collar of his jacket with your free hand, y/e/c locking with flaring crimson as tears cascade down your jaw.

There's no trace of warmth. No twinge of mercy or affection. No sign of your archangel.

And you're out of options.

Outside, the storm pounds against the windows and doors in a furious attempt to enter. Outside, the house trembles beneath the force of the wind and the thunder that cuts straight to your bones. You don't remember hearing it start but you can't think about that now. You fight. You strain. You beg and plead. The storm surges as his grace does, shattering the windows and whipping through the room. Rain pours, silencing your cries in a cacophony of thunder. His eyes never leave your features as his grip tightens and the defiance drains with the last ounce of humanity.

He watches as you crumple forward into his arms, unconsciousness overtaking your exhausted frame. As crimson ebbs, his fingers smooth over your soaked hair, tucking it back behind your ear gingerly. His warm breath fans across your skin, soft and tender as he heals the marred remnants of your hand and wrist before gathering you close. Outside, the storm fades to a soft drizzle, a quiet mist that settles over the overturned furniture.

"I've got you, sugar. It's all right," he whispers, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, "I've finally got you, now and forever."

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Christmas Tea (Sam x Rowena)

A/N: Who’s in the mood for a little cracky fluffy holiday smut?? Written for @idabbleincrazy 750 followers challenge! Who better for cracky fluffy smut than my favorite pair?!

Tags: 18+, smut, holiday fluff, first time, consent, lingerie, oral sex (woman receiving), sex, general sexiness (both Rowena and Sam)

Sam knocked on the door of Rowena’s apartment.

The door swung open and the tiny red headed witch greeted him, wearing a black tunic sweater over leggings.

“Hello, Samuel,” she purred. “What brings you here today?”

Sam held up an old and yellowed volume. “I’m here to return the book you lent me.”

Rowena stepped back. “Come in,” she said. “I’ve just made tea. Would you like a cup?”

Sam shrugged his broad shoulders easily under his plaid shirt and leather jacket. “Why not?”

Sam strode into the living room and stopped short. The apartment was bedecked for Christmas. Candles and boughs were arranged on every shelf and window. Bells hung from the door. Little felted winter animals winked from the coffee table.

The centerpiece was the tree: a real balsam, draped in white lights and ornaments. Sparkling snowflakes, bundles of herbs, and cinnamon sticks wrapped in ribbon hung from every branch. A few presents were placed under the tree, wrapped in perfectly coordinated paper, with room for many more.

Sam shook his head and turned to Rowena. “Is this another one of your spells?”

Rowena giggled. “Samuel,” she cooed. “It doesn’t need to be magic. Haven’t you heard of online shopping? It’s not all arcane books and spell components.”

“Online shopping,” he murmured. “Okay, I’ll keep that in mind.“

Sam followed Rowena into her kitchen. Her tunic swished over her hips as she walked. Sam couldn’t help noticing the shape of her body and her graceful movements.

Sam sat at the table, focusing on the tray of festive candles, trying to think of something, anything other than how gorgeous Rowena looked. She opened a cabinet, and his gaze was drawn towards the sound. She was stretched, up, her toes pointed and her tunic pulled against her body. She found what she was reaching for and turned around quickly, catching Sam’s eyes. She gave him a saucy smile before turning to pour two cups of tea.

Rowena sat down at the table, handing Sam a cup of steaming tea. He sniffed. It smelled like oranges, cinnamon and spices. He took a cautious sip. It was hot, sweet, and delicious. His hands dwarfed the cup as he sipped again.

"Rowena,” he said with a boyish grin, “This tea tastes like Christmas!"

She giggled, and nodded. "Yes, Sam, yes it does.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed suspiciously.

“Wait, is this tea magical? Are there herbs that are going to make me feel things?”

Rowena’s green eyes widened and she leaned in close before she purred, “Why, are you feeling things?"

Sam shook his head quickly, his dark wavy hair flopping.

Rowena laughed at Sam, a musical silvery laugh. "This is just tea. It’s Harney and Sons. I buy it at the bookstore in town. But even ordinary tea and spices do have that magic of conjuring up memories.”

She took several delicate sips of her own cup before looking at Sam. “Then again, cinnamon is a powerful spice that can encourage you to speak the truth, or stir up forgotten emotions.”

Sam stared forlornly into his own tea as he answered, “My memories of Christmas aren’t that great."

"Sam,” she asked softly  “Haven’t you ever even had a Christmas tree?”

Sam shrugged.

Christmas had always been a fraught holiday for him and Dean. They had no sweet memories of good Christmases at home. No holiday fantasy of sparkling safety awaited them. On the other hand, they had tried, over the years, for one another. A branch hung with gas station air fresheners came to mind. For Sam, Christmas time was mostly a time to remember all the things he didn’t have.

He realized Rowena was still waiting for an answer.

“Not a Christmas tree like that."

When the tea was gone, Rowena walked Sam to the door of her apartment.

"Sam,” she asked, sliding one hand up the door frame. “What do you want for Christmas?”

Sam looked her up and down until he realized he was staring. He blushed and shrugged.

“Books, I guess.”

Rowena leaned in closer, teasing him. “Books?” she asked, batting her eyes and drawing out the word. She shot Sam a smug smile. “I’ll have to do more online shopping. Or go back to the bookstore in town. Books it is!”

…

A few days later, Sam knocked on the door of Rowena’s apartment again. He didn’t know why she couldn’t just bring his Christmas gift by the bunker but she was insistent that he come back to her apartment.

“It’s open,” he heard her call.

Sam stepped into Rowena’s living room. It was dark, and for a moment he thought that he had imagined her voice, that no one was here. Then his eyes adjusted to the low light. The Christmas tree was shining bright, maybe even brighter than before. And next to it, comfortably seated on the floor amongst the gifts, was Rowena. The glow from the tree lights illuminated her face, casting shadows in the curves and angles of her body.

“Ro?” asked Sam, baffled.

In one graceful motion, she rose and walked towards him.

Sam saw that Rowena was wearing a satiny red robe, held closed around her tiny waist with a sash tied in a bow. She walked right up to him and slipped into his arms. Without even thinking, he drew her into his embrace.

“Rowena,” he murmured. “What are you doing?”

Rowena looked up, tilting her beautiful face to look at him.

“Giving you your Christmas gift."

Sam’s brows rose. "I recall asking for books.”

Rowena pressed into him. “I’m giving you something better."

She was gazing up at him, her glossy lips dark and soft. Sam lowered his head and met her lips with his own.

Their first kiss was soft and tender. Their second kiss was hotter, each of them asking questions of one another. After that, their kisses faded into a blur of warmth and cinnamon.

Sam lifted one hand to cup Rowena’s face, long fingers tangling in her hair. He ran a thumb under her lower lip and her mouth dropped open. Sam slipped his tongue into Rowena’s mouth, hungry and seeking. She met him with equal desire.

Sam’s other hand slid down Rowena’s back, slipping over her satin robe, until it settled in the small of her back. He pulled her close, holding her, almost lifting her.

"Wait,” Sam whispered. “C'mere.”

He took a few steps back and sat down on Rowena’s couch, pushing pillows aside. His hands pulled her close, to stand between his spread knees. This way, Rowena’s face was almost level with his.

Rowena pressed her forehead to Sam’s and he lifted his face to nuzzle his nose to hers. Her lips were irresistibly close, and he kissed her again.

“Ro,” he murmured, “Are you my Christmas gift?”

Rowena nodded. Her dark red hair cascaded down around his face, drawing the two of them into their own little world. This close, Sam could see the light freckles on her cheeks and the tiny lines in the corners of her eyes.

A sound caught in Sam’s throat; somewhere between a sigh and a moan.

Rowena’s eyes fluttered closed for just a moment, her thick lashes like dark lace on her pale cheeks. She lifted her gaze to meet Sam’s. Her pupils were wide and her green eyes were flecked with gold and grey.

She was the most ethereal magical tiny sex bomb of a woman and Sam found her completely irresistible.

Sam ran his fingertips lightly up Rowena’s high cheekbone and around to her neck, drawing her close so he could kiss her again. Her mouth was sweet and warm, and every kiss was amazing. His kisses spread from Rowena’s mouth to her chin, up her jawline and under her ear. His hand tangled in her thick red hair to pull her head back gently. His kisses traced a line down her elegant neck.

Sam’s hands pushed open the collar of Rowena’s robe, just a little, revealing the fine skin of her shoulders. He turned his attention to the delicate lines of her collarbones.  His lips teased a series of marks, first soft, then red hot, and then bruised and deep. When his tongue hit the spot between her collarbones, at the soft vulnerable point of her throat, Rowena moaned. Sam met his mouth with one finger and then trailed a path down into the neckline of Rowena’s robe.

He paused; she nodded. His fingers trailed down further, between her small pale breasts. Her skin flushed pink under his touch.

Rowena’s robe was held closed with a tied bow, like a gift. Sam took that bow in both hands and slowly drew it open. She rolled her shoulders and smoothly shrugged off her robe. Underneath, she was wearing a red babydoll slip, with a matching thong and thigh-high stockings.

Sam’s eyes fluttered closed for just a moment as he drew in a ragged breath. Then he looked up and his gaze met Rowena’s. His hazel eyes were wide and hungry.

“Turn around,” he murmured.

Rowena obeyed slowly, turning until she was standing with her back to him. She pulled her hair over one shoulder and tipped her head, exposing the line of her neck and shoulder. The babydoll she was wearing was nothing more than sheer red netting over her pale strong back.

Sam’s gaze dropped lower. Her matching thong rested over her small, perfectly shaped ass, framing her curves like art.

As his gaze took her in, eyes raking over her delectable body, Rowena pointed one foot and slid it up her other leg. It was an effortless motion that drew all of Sam’s attention to her thigh high stockings. They had a seam up the back and a little bow on each leg nestled just beneath the curve of her ass.

Sam reached out and ran a thumb up that seam and over the bow before trailing across the crease of Rowena’s thighs. A choking sound fell from his lips. He grasped Rowena’s tiny waist in both hands and spun her around, turning her to face him again. Her face was flushed and gorgeous.

He leaned forward and lowered his mouth to her breast. He licked one of her nipples, dragging his tongue over her through the sheer red fabric. Rowena’s lips parted in a hot whimpering moan.

He closed his mouth around her, sucking softly. At the same time, he slid his hand up to her other breast, running his thumb across that nipple.

Rowena arched her back and pressed forward into the heat of his attention. Sam trailed his kisses downwards, across the pale skin of Rowena’s taut stomach. He slid his hands around her tiny waist, pulling her closer. He kissed a soft wet line between her hip bones across the top of her thong and she whimpered.

His hands moved down further to cup her ass. He kissed her hip harder, and then dragged his sharp teeth along the blushed skin. She shuddered. He bent down and placed one hot kiss on her soft thigh.  

Rowena gasped and her knees buckled.

Sam had been waiting for that. He held her easily in his grasp and turned to set her down on the couch next to him.

Rowena lay back gracefully on the throw pillows piled on the couch. Her long red locks fanned around her face. For a moment, Sam just looked at her, drinking in her beauty. Her pale freckled skin was on perfect display against the pillows: tan linen and green velvet and cream knit and gold brocade. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed hard.

Sam pressed kisses onto her lips and throat and breasts. She reached for him, pulling him closer. Her delicate fingers swiftly unbuttoned his plaid shirt, pushing it off his broad shoulders. He sat back and took off both his shirt and undershirt.

Sam bent down over Rowena again. The light from the Christmas tree cast a soft glow over her fine skin as he circled her waist with his hands, sliding his fingers under the straps of her thong. He eased it down off her legs, his warm palms skimming over her stockings. He cupped one heel in his hand and laid it over his shoulder. He turned his head to kiss the back of her knee.

Rowena sighed.

Sam kissed all the way up the seam of the stocking, nipping it with his teeth. When his mouth reached the bow at the top, he took the whole thing in his mouth, his lips and tongue caressing the back of Rowena’s thigh. She shuddered. His scruffy cheek brushed between her legs and came away wet.

“Please,” she breathed.

Sam wanted to take her and have her all, but he wanted her begging even more. He turned to her other leg and kissed along the top of her stocking, his lips pressing hard against her velvety thigh.

Rowena reached down and tangled her fingers in Sam’s hair, pushing him to where she wanted his mouth.

“Please,” she groaned.

Sam gave in and sunk his face into Rowena’s hot center, greedily lapping up the wetness that had pooled there for him. He explored her velvety folds with an eager tongue, licking and sucking and swirling.

Rowena was breathing in soft panting moans. Under Sam’s careful attention, she was winding tighter and tighter. She tightened her knees around his shoulders, tension knotting her thighs and her stomach. Sam had her in a labyrinth of pleasure, pushing her closer and closer to release.

“More, Sam, more.” Rowena pleaded.

Sam brought one hand up to join his mouth, slipping first one, then two fingers inside her. He swirled them slowly and she shuddered. He crooked his fingers inside her warm depths.

Rowena’s mouth dropped open as her hips ground down on Sam’s face. She bucked against him hard. He pleasured her skillfully, steadily as she unwound under his touch. A stream of sighs and moans and curses fell from her lips like dirty gems.

Sam kept his focus on her, unwavering, until finally she grew quieter. He sat up and put his big hand on her chest, watching it rise and fall as her breath evened out.

“Oh Sam,” she finally murmured, “I’ve truly picked myself a wonderful gift this year, haven’t I?”

Sam smiled, his face alight with desire. He didn’t want to be patient anymore. He wanted Rowena. He wanted them to enjoy one another, together. He stood up and unbuckled his pants, letting his jeans and boxers fall away. Rowena’s green eyes raked over his magnificent body and she hummed with anticipation. She held out her arms and Sam went to her willingly, eagerly.

He settled himself between her open thighs and laced his fingers together with hers.  He found her hot wet center and began to press into her slowly. Rowena met his need with her own, rocking her hips to draw him in deeper. Sam pushed into her, stretching her, filling her. This was something they both wanted, both needed. She could be as greedy as she pleased, and he still had more to give.

Sam let her control the pace until he was fully buried inside of her. Then he thrust forward with his hips. Rowena’s mouth dropped open.

“Faster, Sam,” Rowena moaned.

He let go of her hands and braced himself on the arm of the couch, getting the leverage he needed to give them what they both wanted. He dragged back, almost all the way out, and then plunged back in. His hips pressed into Rowena over and over. Every movement of his body drew a sound from her lips, hot pleading moans.

She slid her legs up over his ass, the seams of her stockings raising goosebumps on his skin. She pulled him in deeper, holding him close. Her hands slid up his arms, her sharp nails digging in.

Sam was breathing hard as he pounded into her. He was pushing himself, and her, higher and higher towards a peak of pleasure.

“Ro,” he gasped.

She answered him with her body, arching up under him to press along him harder, grinding her hips against his. Her whole body clenched and a long wordless moan rose to a scream as she finally tipped right over the edge, free falling into her orgasm.

Feeling her tighten around him was all Sam needed. He closed his eyes and then came right after her. They were tumbling together down a mountain of sensation and release. They were lost in their own bodies and in each other.

When Sam opened his eyes, Rowena was gazing up at him, her gorgeous face proud and hazy with pleasure. She tipped her lips up to his for a kiss. Then she pressed her little white hand into the middle of his broad chest, pushing him off of her.

Sam sat back on the couch comfortably. He pulled Rowena close to him. She nuzzled up against him and ran her fingers through his hair. He cupped her face and lowered her mouth to hers for a kiss.

The light from the Christmas tree cast a soft glow over their radiant faces.

“Thank you, Rowena. That was quite a Christmas gift."

Rowena giggled. She shot Sam a teasing look fluttering her lashes and then widening her green eyes.

"I don’t know about you, Sam,” she cooed. “But I could use a cup of that Christmas tea.”

Thanks @there-must-be-a-lock for the beta read, especially with the big ass moose POV. Tag List: @marril96​, @tloveswriting​, @awesomesusiebstuff​ (this is new!), @dawnie1988​ (look, lots and lots of soft thigh kisses)

[easypeasybreezy]

The Arlington Mistake

I am so sorry this is late 😅 This was written for @idabbleincrazy​‘s 750 followers challenge! I received that lovely moodboard up there and came up with this :)

Pairings- Sabriel, Richard Slate/Jaden Jaworski (kinda, a little lol)

Word Count- 2860

Rating- T

Tags/Warnings- some language, a bit of crack, universe hopping shenanigans

Summary-  When work in the bunker goes awry, Sam and Gabriel find themselves in an unusual situation involving the Kings of Con universe. Meanwhile, Richard Slate and Jaden Jaworski are caught in the mess.

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Sam fell to the ground with a thud and sat up, groaning. He looked around to see that he had rolled off a black leather couch. That wasn’t right—he was supposed to be in the bunker, organizing some of the inventory with Gabriel. Oh, of course. Bunker inventory. He had probably touched something that he shouldn’t have.

He stood up and looked around the room. It was empty except for a few round tables and chairs, and the couch behind him. Apparently whatever he had done had sent him somewhere else. He reached for his pocket and swore when he found it was empty. His cell phone didn’t make the trip with him. Well, he could probably just pray to Gabriel and—

“Mr. Jaworski! There you are. You need to be in photo ops yesterday.” A professionally dressed woman with a clipboard in her arms came into the room, interrupting Sam’s thoughts. “Did you shave? Whatever; Mr. Angles is waiting, please hurry.”

Read the rest on Ao3 here!

[idabbleincrazy]

Dabble's 750 Follower Challenge

This challenge is kind of inspired by @impala-dreamer 's Fic Imitates Art challenge but reversed, so i thought I'd give her a lil shout out (credit where credit is due after all).

Most you know that I like to make moodboards/headers for fics. Well, that comes into play in this challenge.

Here's how it works:

Send me an ask saying you want to join the challenge. Please include the following in your ask:

Genre; choose between Fluff, Angst, Smut, or Dark (or a combination of two)

Fandom; you can choose between: SPN, iZombie, Doctor Who,The Magicians, Lucifer (netflix), or RSJ characters (or you can request I surprise you with one, if you really want to be challenged)

Character or ship if you have one in mind (or i can even choose for you); no Wincest, Samifer, or underage (that includes Jack) smut.

If you have a bingo square you happen to need a bit of inspiration for, feel free to put that in the ask and i can try to include it.

After I receive your ask, I will make you a moodboard/header (have your msgs open as I will send them directly so that it will be a surprise to everyone else) tailored around your chosen genre/characters. IF YOU ARE CHOSING SMUT OR DARK AND HAVE ANY SQUICKS IN THOSE GENRES, LET ME KNOW!

Once you receive your header, write a fic based on it. Write whatever speaks to you!

Deadline for the challenge to be included in the masterlist: January 15th

Since I myself don't like word minimums or maximums, I won't impose them on you. Write as little or as much as you are inspired to. Just be sure to use a Keep Reading tab if it's over 500 words, (if it's over 1k and doesn't include a tab, I will not reblog, but I will still include it in the masterlist).

When you post, make sure to @ me and tag it as dabbles750challenge in the first five tags so I can keep track of it.

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Nail Polish

For @idabbleincrazy​‘s 750 Follower Challenge and one of my @gabriel-spn-bingo​ squares I present to you: Nail Polish (moodboard by @idabbleincrazy​)

Title/Prompt: Nail Polish

Length: 981 Words

Rating: T for basic Winchester manners

Pairings: None. Brotherly Cas and Gabe. Could be seen as implied Destiel Sabriel. 

Summary: Gabriel is bored and to get out of him or Dean being the target Sam volunteer Castiel for a brotherly spa day. 

Notes: More fluff than plot. 

Gabriel groaned loudly as he flung himself onto the couch dramatically ending up spread horizontally across Sam, Dean and Castiel’s laps. “I’m bored!” He whined as Dean muttered curse words and tried, unsuccessfully, to push the archangel’s legs off of him. Sam was resigned to the situation and Castiel just didn’t seem to care enough to even attempt to remove his elder brother from his person. 

“How is that our problem? Go find a hooker or something!” Dean growled as he gave up shoving at the legs which hadn’t budged an inch, instead deciding to elbow Sam to try to convince him to get the inconvenience away from them. Sam let out a long troubled sigh as if the entire world was on his shoulders. 

“Gabriel, why don’t you...” Sam looked around for a spark of inspiration and found it when he noticed Castiel’s hands of all things. “Take Castiel to go get one of those chocolate mani pedi things you were taking about the other day. His nails could really use the love, don’t you think?” He finished purposely avoiding Castiel’s betrayed gaze as Gabriel’s pout flipped into a wide grin. 

“That’s a splendid idea Sammich! I knew I kept you around for a reason! Come on bro! We need the bonding time anyway and you’ll love this!” He said grabbing Castiel’s arm and vanishing them both before the other angel could even speak. 

Dean laughed. “Castiel’s going to kill you Sammy.” He said hopping up to get himself a snack while Sam shrugged. That would be future Sam’s problem, not his.

Castiel was going to murder Sam. But first he was going to get whatever a sea salt scrub was done to his hands and feet and then do a warm stone massage, since Gabriel was right about the fact he had a lot of tension on his shoulders. 

“I mean, I have to constantly pluck Sam and Dean out of danger and drop them back into their beds like unruly cats. Do I ever get appreciation for it? Maybe the occasional, thanks Cas, might be the most Dean will allow but I deserve more for putting up with their crap every single day.” Castiel complained before sipping the drink one of the women had put in his hand about twenty minutes before. Gabriel was leaning on his palm listening to him with a grin while a man rubbed his feet and calves down with what appeared to be chocolate sauce. 

“Damn straight you do little bro. Let it all out. You definitely don’t let yourself relax enough. Oh, Lilah, doll, could you get my baby brother a warm towel for his neck? Thank you.” Gabriel asked a woman walking by and Castiel rolled his eyes. 

“You don’t have to ask them to do anything Gabriel, they’re your constructs.” Castiel grumbled not sure why Gabriel went through so much trouble with things made of his own imagination. 

“Wow, rude. Just because they’re not real doesn’t mean they aren’t people. Sam and Dean have been rubbing their bad manners off on you little bro.” Gabriel tsked at him and Castiel sighed. 

“I mean it though Gabriel, why go through the trouble when you could have just had her do it without even speaking?” Castiel asked curious blue eyes narrowed at him like he was trying to shove his way into Gabriel’s brain by willpower alone. Gabriel rolled his eyes and  sat up a little more in his seat. 

“It’s... It’s about the scene Cas! The realism. Immersion. We’re here, being pampered by the best stylists in the world, relaxing, having a nice time. If all I wanted was to fix your vessel’s mediocre hygiene I wouldn’t have even bothered snapping anything of this up! I speak to them like they people because right now they are people. This is anything I want it to be and I want it to be a place where customers like us respect the people willing to touch our nasty dirty feet and clean father knows what out from under our nails. What kind of world would you rather we be in?” He huffed waving his arms dramatically. Castiel thought about that for a moment. 

“One where Sam and Dean are the ones doing the styling... but they’re good at it.” He answered the rhetorical question and Gabriel laughed settling back down and without and outward sign suddenly now the man who had been doing the pedicure for Gabriel before was a perfect replica of Sam and instead of Lilah, Dean was the one who returned and wrapped a warm towel around Castiel’s neck. 

“You’re right, this is better. I need to convince Sam to put his hair in a man bun in real life.” Gabriel murmured and Castiel hummed his agreement as the fake Dean started to file his nails. 

They returned to the bunker in what, to the Winchesters, felt like minutes later. “Did you change your mind?” Sam asked but Castiel held out his hands to show off his new baby blue polish. 

“You can’t see it right now, but they put a little bee on my big toe nail. I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you for suggesting it Sam.” He said with a smirk that made Sam worry for a moment he was looking at Gabriel and not Cas. 

“Oh... uh glad you had fun then.” He said and Castiel hummed. “Next time Gabriel agreed to drag you and Dean along with us. He said there were some positions open in his salon he’d like you boys to fill... also you’ll be required a man bun.” He said slyly before walking out letting Sam’s face morph into horror. 

“Hey wait, Cas no!” He said recognizing revenge when he saw it but Cas was already gone and Dean barely returned to the room with the snacks he had gone to get them. 

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Untitled by @hella-aj-the-tricksters-son Gabriel & Jack

Nail Polish by @wickedwithwings Cas & Gabriel

Christmas Tea by @fangirlxwritesx67 Samwena

NYE Bubbly by @fangirlxwritesx67 Samwena

A New Kind of Magic by @impala-dreamer Margo x Sam x Eliot (SPN/Magicians crossover)

Promise by @archangelgabriellives Sabriel

Hazardous by @phantomwarrior12 Gabriel x Reader

Merry Christmas by @reigningqueenofwords Dean x Reader

The Arlington Mistake by @easypeasybreezy Sabriel

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Okay so I really really really want to join it's so hard to choose. How about Supernatural fluff Gabriel and Jack uncle nephew kind of thing not weird sexual perverted thing. Uh I apologize ahead of time if it sucks?

Gabriel & Jack family fluff coming right up! And no, this totally does NOT suck!!! 💙

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Your challenge sounds super fun! Even though I need another challenge like a hole in the head, I'd still like to participate. Could I please get fluff and angst (flangst?) For Supernatural with my pet rare pair (because if I don't beg for content I'm the only one who makes it. Lol) Claire/Kevin. (If that doesn't work for you, I have other pairings.) Thanks!

Never done them before, so I'll give it my best shot! Thanx for joining!

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Cute!

Twas the week before Christmas and all through the bunker. There were only two creatures stirring in a demon and an archangel putting up Christmas decorations?

"Bloody hell feathers how did I ever let you talk me in to celebrating this bloody holiday this year?" Crowley grumbled as he tried his best to put the tree in place just right.

"Come on Crow you know you love Christmas and besides I know you love Jack-Jack even more." Gabriel smiled as he flew up to the top of the tree putting the angel on the top.

Jack was in his bedroom asleep Sam and Dean we're on a supply run and wouldn't be back for a couple of days.

"Yes I guess your right feathers I do love that little nugget eating pup." Crowley said with a big smile on his face as he heard the oven ding.

Gabriel ran into the kitchen and grabbing the oven mitts putting them on and pulling out their s'mores cake laying it on the kitchen table to cool.

Crowley ran to the kitchen table and tried to put his fingers right into the s'mores cake and Gabriel smacked his hand.

"Bloody hell feathers that hurt." Crowley mumbled as he kissed his hand.

"This is jack's first Christmas and I wanted to be perfect I don't need pudgy little demon prints in our cake." Gabriel mumbled as she continue to decorate all the goodies that he made.

Crowley went outside and started to decorate the outside he made a village of tiny Snowman. He called them his snow demons and gave them each pitchforks made out of twigs and he covered in ketchup to make them look like they were covered in blood.

After Gabriel finished in the kitchen he decided to wrap the Christmas presents as Jack was still asleep. After Crowley got done decorating the outside and Gabriel got done wrapping the presents both Archangel and king of hell let out a loud sigh as both sit on the couch leaning against one another.

It wasn't before long that Jack's nose got the best of him and he woke up. He bounced into the living room looking at all the decorations and smiled when he saw his two Uncle's asleep on the couch leaning against one another.

Then he bounced into the kitchen and cut himself a piece of the cake it tasted really good.

Jack then continued outside and giggled and snorted as he looked at all the weird little snowman.

Crowley and Gabriel stumbled outside and watched as the boy as he played in the snow they were smiling at each other.

" Merry Christmas kiddo this is all for you." Gabriel said smiling brightly.

"Yep nugget pup this is all for you hope you get to have a very merry Christmas." Crowley said with a big smile on his face as he pulled Young Jack into a big hug and gave him a noogie.

"Thank you guy! Oh my goodness I can't wait till my dads get home so I can show them all the great things that you guys did." Jack said as he giggled and snorted pulling out of Crowley's hug to straighten up his hair.

This was the story of jack's first Christmas and one he never would forget.

The End...

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My i join? Please surprise me with smut with either SPN or The Magicians. Anything you want.

Eeee! So glad you decided to join!! I'm gonna have to think of something really good for ya; would you consider a crossover? (Just in case)

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For your challenge, I say smut and surprise me with an rsj/rsj 😆 I’ll probs regret but hey a challenge!

Hmmmmmmmm.....Imma have to put on my thinkin cap for this one!!! 😘

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Sign me up! Supernatural or Rich stuff, fluff, angst, just like, whatever you'd like to see lol. I'm ready for a challenge :)

Yay! Lemme see what i can come up with. 😘

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Aww, such a great mix of fluff and angst! Love soft Dean so much. Thanx for this hun!!

Merry Christmas

Characters/Pairings: Dean x Reader, Sam  Word Count: 2,061 Warnings: Swearing Challenge: @idabbleincrazy​ (header also by them)

“Screw you, Dean!” You yelled over your shoulder as you stormed through the bunker. You had a bag in hand, stuffed with your clothes. A smaller back was on top of it with your shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and a few other miscellaneous things. “Stupid Winchester.” You grumbled as you heard him following you.

Sam raised an eyebrow at the commotion, getting up to go see what was going on. “Y/N?” He asked. “What’s up? You okay?” You were a close friend, and he didn’t want you upset.

You stopped and let your head hang back for a moment before looking at him. “You’re brother is an ass, that’s all.” You said, sounding a bit bored, like it was old news. “So, I’m leaving.” You shrugged.

“Come on, babe.” Dean half whined as he came in. “Can we just we just talk about this?” He asked, giving you the puppy dog eyes that you were sure Sam learned from him.

“Do I want to know?” Sam asked, a bit unsure about what the pair of you were fighting about.

Sighing, you thought before speaking. “We’d been fighting over whether or not we were going to celebrate Christmas. I wanted to. We’ve been together for four years, and I wanted something simple. Nothing like a full on Christmas in the movies or anything. He wouldn’t budge. Nothing I said made him change his mind.” You explained, making Sam nod that he understood. You both knew that Dean was stubborn as all hell. “So, I woke up before him this morning, and I tried waking him up. I was rubbing his back. You wanna know what he said?”

He made a face. “I’m not sure.”

“Merry Christmas, Lisa.” You shot Dean a look. “Fucking Lisa. Won’t celebrate Christmas with me, but dreams about it with her.” You spat. “Out of all the things he could have said.”

Sam’s eyebrows shot up at that. He hadn’t heard that name in ages. “What the hell, Dean?!” He asked, crossing his arms, angry for you. Sure, they hadn’t really done Christmas since the whole pagan Gods thing, but he would have agreed for you. How hard was it to just have a little holiday joy for someone you cared about? Especially in the life that they led.

Dean sagged. “I said I’m sorry.” He said softly, swallowing.

“I’ll be in touch, Sam.” You sighed. “I’m not saying I’m going forever, but I can’t sleep next to him right now.” Which hurt, a lot. Rarely did the pair of you sleep apart. “I’ll text you to let you know I’m safe, okay?” You added, knowing that would be the next question out of his mouth.

He gave you a sad smile and a quick hug. “I hope you have a Merry Christmas, Y/N.” He said softly.

You glanced at Dean, hurt in your eyes. “See you, Dean. I do love you. Even if you are an ass.” You told him, your anger softening to more hurt than anything. Would you never live up to her?

Dean’s heart ached at the look in your eyes, knowing that he was the cause. “Come home soon?” He asked, his voice full of emotion. “Please?” He added, wanting to rush over and pull you into his arms.

Nodding, you licked your lips. “I just need time to think.” You said honestly before heading towards the door. You willed your tears to not fall. Not yet. Not while you were still so close to the man you loved. He was your home, and he was who you ran to when you hurt. Having him be the reason your stomach churned and you felt like crying was one of the hardest things you’d dealt with.

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For the 750 followers challenge, give me angst with sabriel. I'm so predictable 😏 but this will be fun!

Love ya for joining, here's hopin u don't make me cry.

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I'd love to join in your challenge. I'd like fluff, SPN, Gabe Bingo prompt: nail polish. Maybe Gabriel and Castiel as the characters? Brotherly pedicure time XD

Ok. So. Apparently there's such a thing as a chocolate pedicure. 😳 Seems right up our lil golden boy's alley right? Hehe.

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a fluffy one with Cas and Gabe as brothers?? Brotherly fluff. Maybe some angst in the background.. mostly just brothers being brothers - for the challenge! I’ve been pressured into joining

What!?! Who pressured you??? Lemme at 'em!

(You are under no obligation to join my challenge just cuz someone else wants you to. But if you still want to, I'm adding ya to the list.)

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