Spn fic: All for you
Title: All for you
Raiting: PG (maybe PG-13 for slight colourful language)
Genre/and or Paring: Dean, Castiel.
Spoilers: All of season 4, and 5.02.
Word count: 788
Warnings: Um... Crack, lots and lots of crack, also bizarre humour.
Disclaimer: Don't own even a little bit.
Summary: Dean only had thirteen hours...
I honesty have no idea where this came from. I watched the episode and after Cas's little rant at the beginning i couldn't get the idea of Castiel as the Goblin King out of my head. This spawned as a result, the bunnies they mauled me and demanded it be written!
I don't own either Supernatural or anything to do with the Jim Henson company, just playing about with their toys, i'll hand them back good as new, promise!
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" I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And i did it- all of it- for you." The words growled out of Castiel's throat, mouth drawn tight in a thin line as he stared down the hunter before him. Blue eyes sparkled with power, the air theumming around the angel with electricity. Dean's eyes narrowed, but he remained quiet, understanding that Cas needed to vent this out, needed to yell spit and lash out at someone.
Castiel's jaw tensed as he stared at the hunter, throwing his arm out in a strange gesture, glitter flicking from his hand as he did so. Dean blinked, for one confused by the words the angel had said, the other by Cas's sudden wardrobe change.
Gone was the trenchcoat and suit, along with the always crooked tie, in it's place was a flowing dark robe, a black silk shirt covering the angel's torso along with matching gloves on his hands. Dark tight-fitting trousers hugged Castiel's legs,(Dean was most certainly not looking at the way the material accentuated the angel's crotch.) and a pair of leather riding boots adorned his feet. What the fuck?
Dean shook his head and blinked repeatedly, trying to make sure that he wasn't halucinating, because Cas looking like something out of a Jim Henson movie was beyond weird. And he knew weird.
He turned round to guage Bobby and Sam's reaction, only to find that the scenery had shifted drastically. The hospital walls were gone, the beds and people nowhere to be seen. He stood atop a sun baked hill overlooking a vast stone maze, the grass beneath his feet brown and brittle from too much sun exposure, or lack of care.
" I have re-ordered time-" The voice sounding behind him made Dean jump, eyes going wide momentarily as he spun on the spot, coming face to face with Cas. The angel had undergone even more wardrobe changes now, there was make-up on his face for christs sake. Blue eyeshadow that reached up to his eyebrows, hell Dean was pretty sure the guy was sporting lipstick as well. " I have turned the world upside down-" Cas moved to circle him as he spoke. "- And i have done it all for you." The last line came out as something akin to a sneer, the edges of Castiel's eyes narrowing as he spoke, Dean fought the urge to point out that he had pretty much repeated himself, but held his tongue. Somehow he doubted smart-mouthing a pissed, reality altering angel would end well for him.
Castiel stilled in his movements, shoulders slumping as his head turned down slightly, only to snap back up to look at Dean a moment later. " I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me."
Dean frowned, still not entirely sure that this whole thing was real as he stared at Cas, his brain firing a million and one different questions at him.
" Where's Sam?" He asked, almost out of reflex really and the only thing he could trust himself to come out with that wouldn't question the angel's sudden wardrobe change, which hadn't seemed to bother Cas in the slightest, or wouldn't end up with him more than likely in even deeper shit. Once he figured out exactly what kind of shit he was in to begin with.
Castiel's eyes narrowed breifly at the question before he pivoted on the spot, cape whoosing out melodramtically behind him, spraying glitter everywhere as he stalked to the edge of the hill, looking at the maze before shifting his attention back to Dean.
" I have taken your brother from you and hidden him within my castle in the centre of the labyrinth." One of Castiel's hands came up and pointed towards the small dot that was clearly supposed to be the angel's fortress within the large maze, more glitter sprinkling from his arm. Seriously what was up with that?
" Okay?" Dean shrugged, eyes darting about again, half expecting himself to snap out of this insane halucination, last time he checked he hadn't pissed off any witches lately. Cas smirked a very un-Cas-like smirk at him before moving swiftly behind the hunter, a hand pointing up at a clock that had appeard out of nowhere, thirteen hours displayed on the face.
" You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth, before your baby brother becomes one of us... forever." With that Castiel dissapeared in a puff of glitter leaving Dean alone atop the hill looking more than a little bewildered. The hunter stared down at the maze, then back to the spot where Cas had just vanished.
" What the fuck?"
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This crack brought to you by my more deluded and insane thoughts of the week, first time i've written something this random, i'm blaming it on the painkillers! *shifty eyes*
Had to type this whole thing out as Lj decided that being able to import the word document was too much of a challenge... Grck! Just glad this thing wasn't longer.
Comments are love, good or bad, and please let me know of any spelling mistakes. Due to Lj's bitch-fest with me i have only my eye to go on for mistakes.
Raiting: PG (maybe PG-13 for slight colourful language)
Genre/and or Paring: Dean, Castiel.
Spoilers: All of season 4, and 5.02.
Word count: 788
Warnings: Um... Crack, lots and lots of crack, also bizarre humour.
Disclaimer: Don't own even a little bit.
Summary: Dean only had thirteen hours...
I honesty have no idea where this came from. I watched the episode and after Cas's little rant at the beginning i couldn't get the idea of Castiel as the Goblin King out of my head. This spawned as a result, the bunnies they mauled me and demanded it be written!
I don't own either Supernatural or anything to do with the Jim Henson company, just playing about with their toys, i'll hand them back good as new, promise!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
" I killed two angels this week. My brothers. I'm hunted. I rebelled. And i did it- all of it- for you." The words growled out of Castiel's throat, mouth drawn tight in a thin line as he stared down the hunter before him. Blue eyes sparkled with power, the air theumming around the angel with electricity. Dean's eyes narrowed, but he remained quiet, understanding that Cas needed to vent this out, needed to yell spit and lash out at someone.
Castiel's jaw tensed as he stared at the hunter, throwing his arm out in a strange gesture, glitter flicking from his hand as he did so. Dean blinked, for one confused by the words the angel had said, the other by Cas's sudden wardrobe change.
Gone was the trenchcoat and suit, along with the always crooked tie, in it's place was a flowing dark robe, a black silk shirt covering the angel's torso along with matching gloves on his hands. Dark tight-fitting trousers hugged Castiel's legs,(Dean was most certainly not looking at the way the material accentuated the angel's crotch.) and a pair of leather riding boots adorned his feet. What the fuck?
Dean shook his head and blinked repeatedly, trying to make sure that he wasn't halucinating, because Cas looking like something out of a Jim Henson movie was beyond weird. And he knew weird.
He turned round to guage Bobby and Sam's reaction, only to find that the scenery had shifted drastically. The hospital walls were gone, the beds and people nowhere to be seen. He stood atop a sun baked hill overlooking a vast stone maze, the grass beneath his feet brown and brittle from too much sun exposure, or lack of care.
" I have re-ordered time-" The voice sounding behind him made Dean jump, eyes going wide momentarily as he spun on the spot, coming face to face with Cas. The angel had undergone even more wardrobe changes now, there was make-up on his face for christs sake. Blue eyeshadow that reached up to his eyebrows, hell Dean was pretty sure the guy was sporting lipstick as well. " I have turned the world upside down-" Cas moved to circle him as he spoke. "- And i have done it all for you." The last line came out as something akin to a sneer, the edges of Castiel's eyes narrowing as he spoke, Dean fought the urge to point out that he had pretty much repeated himself, but held his tongue. Somehow he doubted smart-mouthing a pissed, reality altering angel would end well for him.
Castiel stilled in his movements, shoulders slumping as his head turned down slightly, only to snap back up to look at Dean a moment later. " I am exhausted from living up to your expectations of me."
Dean frowned, still not entirely sure that this whole thing was real as he stared at Cas, his brain firing a million and one different questions at him.
" Where's Sam?" He asked, almost out of reflex really and the only thing he could trust himself to come out with that wouldn't question the angel's sudden wardrobe change, which hadn't seemed to bother Cas in the slightest, or wouldn't end up with him more than likely in even deeper shit. Once he figured out exactly what kind of shit he was in to begin with.
Castiel's eyes narrowed breifly at the question before he pivoted on the spot, cape whoosing out melodramtically behind him, spraying glitter everywhere as he stalked to the edge of the hill, looking at the maze before shifting his attention back to Dean.
" I have taken your brother from you and hidden him within my castle in the centre of the labyrinth." One of Castiel's hands came up and pointed towards the small dot that was clearly supposed to be the angel's fortress within the large maze, more glitter sprinkling from his arm. Seriously what was up with that?
" Okay?" Dean shrugged, eyes darting about again, half expecting himself to snap out of this insane halucination, last time he checked he hadn't pissed off any witches lately. Cas smirked a very un-Cas-like smirk at him before moving swiftly behind the hunter, a hand pointing up at a clock that had appeard out of nowhere, thirteen hours displayed on the face.
" You have thirteen hours in which to solve the labyrinth, before your baby brother becomes one of us... forever." With that Castiel dissapeared in a puff of glitter leaving Dean alone atop the hill looking more than a little bewildered. The hunter stared down at the maze, then back to the spot where Cas had just vanished.
" What the fuck?"
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This crack brought to you by my more deluded and insane thoughts of the week, first time i've written something this random, i'm blaming it on the painkillers! *shifty eyes*
Had to type this whole thing out as Lj decided that being able to import the word document was too much of a challenge... Grck! Just glad this thing wasn't longer.
Comments are love, good or bad, and please let me know of any spelling mistakes. Due to Lj's bitch-fest with me i have only my eye to go on for mistakes.