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Aug. 22nd, 2010 03:01 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaPrompt was Supernatural, Dean/Castiel + Sam/Gabriel,
"Dude, Sam, what the hell?" "Ask Gabriel. Wait... WAIT, DON'T ASK GABRIEL! WAIT, DEAN!!"
Gabriel loved the sound of a trick well done. It helped that the brothers had decided to get separate rooms this time and also that the motel’s walls were paper-thin. That being said, Dean had obviously forgotten to take his cell-phone yesterday and was only now checking it.
“Dude, Sam, what the hell?”
There was a scrambling sound, the thump of something falling to the floor, and then Sam’s panicked reaction. “A-ask Gabriel!”
Then a pause. Gabriel snickered, he was sure that the brothers were doing their typical eye-fucking silent stare down. Oh, plus bitch face. Never forget the bitch face. “Wait.”
Sounds of movement, the zzz noise of Dean’s boots on the shag carpeting. “Wait! Don’t ask Gabriel!”
Thud, thud, doors opening, closing, the thump of Sam hitting the closed door when Dean held it closed.
“Dean!”
Then the door to Sam’s room opening, Dean stood haloed by the yellow hallway light.
“Hey,” Gabriel made sure to wriggle his hands in the handcuffs, clanging them against the headboard so they made the most noise possible. He was naked as a jaybird, lying on a bed surrounded by multi-colored feathers. “You wouldn’t happen to have the keys, would you?”
Not that Gabriel needed keys, but hey, it wouldn’t have been funny if he’d snapped himself out of them by now!
Dean closed the motel room door.
“Sammy, kinky is using a feather, perverted is using the whole chicken.”
“It wasn’t! He said! He said it was the only way to turn him hu-angel again!”
Gabriel snickered and proceeded to whistle Alouette while he waited for the two brothers to be finished bitching.
"Dude, Sam, what the hell?" "Ask Gabriel. Wait... WAIT, DON'T ASK GABRIEL! WAIT, DEAN!!"
Gabriel loved the sound of a trick well done. It helped that the brothers had decided to get separate rooms this time and also that the motel’s walls were paper-thin. That being said, Dean had obviously forgotten to take his cell-phone yesterday and was only now checking it.
“Dude, Sam, what the hell?”
There was a scrambling sound, the thump of something falling to the floor, and then Sam’s panicked reaction. “A-ask Gabriel!”
Then a pause. Gabriel snickered, he was sure that the brothers were doing their typical eye-fucking silent stare down. Oh, plus bitch face. Never forget the bitch face. “Wait.”
Sounds of movement, the zzz noise of Dean’s boots on the shag carpeting. “Wait! Don’t ask Gabriel!”
Thud, thud, doors opening, closing, the thump of Sam hitting the closed door when Dean held it closed.
“Dean!”
Then the door to Sam’s room opening, Dean stood haloed by the yellow hallway light.
“Hey,” Gabriel made sure to wriggle his hands in the handcuffs, clanging them against the headboard so they made the most noise possible. He was naked as a jaybird, lying on a bed surrounded by multi-colored feathers. “You wouldn’t happen to have the keys, would you?”
Not that Gabriel needed keys, but hey, it wouldn’t have been funny if he’d snapped himself out of them by now!
Dean closed the motel room door.
“Sammy, kinky is using a feather, perverted is using the whole chicken.”
“It wasn’t! He said! He said it was the only way to turn him hu-angel again!”
Gabriel snickered and proceeded to whistle Alouette while he waited for the two brothers to be finished bitching.
