SPN/CW RPF FREE-FOR-ALL DIRTY PORN MEME!
Further to my previous post: you advertise for a graphic, and you get several at once. ;) I probably shouldn't post this now, since I have to go to bed imminently, but...porn. So, without further ado, welcome to the
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Fill: Loving Yourself, Kinda. (1/5)
"Woah," Gabriel blurted out when he landed, having been drawn to where ever he was by some inexplicable force, and caught sight of the man in front of him.
"No shit," the stranger agreed.
The man could have been his twin. Or his vessel's twin, rather. Or... if he was honest, more like his vessel's long lost hobo twin. The scruffy beard did nothing to distract from his eyes, though. The exact same changeable shade as Gabriel's own, honey and hazel swirls, dancing in the light from a lone lamp in the ceiling of what looked like a non-descript hotel room.
Gabriel's form was slightly younger and leaner, not to mention smoothly shaved, but there was no doubt that they could pass for each other with very little effort. It was like looking into a mirror. A really fucked up mirror, but a mirror still. Gabriel glanced around the room, swiftly taking in everything. Luggage (Name tag said Richard Speight Jr. Aha.), an awful lot of Pepsi Max merchandise (What?), and finally Gabriel's eyes landed on something that could explain the situation. A program for what appeared to be a fan convention for a TV show called Supernatural. Like the books of the Prophet Chuck. Aha indeed!
“You're... not who I think you are... are you?” Richard asked, understandably cautious of the person who suddenly appeared out of thin air in his hotel room.
“I dunno. Who do you think I am?”
Richard swallowed visibly. “I'm probably insane, but... if I didn't know better I'd say you were me... well... not really me... my character. Gabriel. The... trickster.”
Gabriel got the sense that that wasn't really how Richard had wanted to end his sentence, but if Gabriel had ended up where he thought he was, then most likely archangel was a bit of a mouthful to accept off the bat.
“In the flesh, so to speak. Pleasure is all yours, I'm sure,” Gabriel smirked.
"I think I need a drink," Richard said weakly. Gabriel obligingly snapped up a tall cocktail, complete with umbrella and cherries. Ungrateful cretin that he was, Richard only paled and backed away. “I'm asleep. Yep. That's it. I'm asleep, and this is a dream. A really freaky pizza-before-bed kinda dream. Yeah.”
He kept nodding to himself, as if that would make it more true. Gabriel thought it was vaguely pathetic, but what the hell, the guy was just an actor. The poor man probably still thought that there were no monsters in the world. Come to think of it, maybe in this world there wasn't. Because it was becoming more and more clear to Gabriel that where ever he was, he didn't belong there. Everything felt slightly off, but the slight unease this caused was dwarfed by the beautiful irony of his current situation. How often did you get to meet a parallel you?
The potential for shenanigans was just too good to resist, so Gabriel decided to go with it. Who knew what kind of fun this could be?
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