SPN/CW RPF FREE-FOR-ALL DIRTY PORN MEME!

[obstinatrix]

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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[lady_drace]

Fill: Loving Yourself, Kinda. (5/5)

“See, this is why people think angels are dicks. Even if I didn't care about getting my rocks off too - which I do - there is such a thing as afterglow, you know.” He winked at Richard and only got a glare in return.

“I'm afraid we have no time for... afterglow,” Castiel announced dryly.

Gabriel heaved a tortured sigh. “Sorry, snookums. Gotta dash.”

“Uh... sure,” Richard said blankly. “Just a dream anyway... hallucination or whatever.”

Castiel frowned and Gabriel cut in, “Don't ask.”

Just as it seemed like the whole situation couldn't possibly get any more awkward, there was suddenly a banging on the door, and a vaguely familiar voice yelled: “If you're having an orgy in there, I want in!”

Gabriel cast Castiel a glance and then it dawned on him why the voice was familiar. “Nooo... that's not...?”

Richard nodded. “Misha Collins. Who plays Castiel.”

As if on cue, Misha yelled again. “Whoever is in there with Dick, you should know that he won't respect you in the morning!”

“Fuck off, Misha!” Richard yelled back. He almost threw his pillow at the door, but then he apparently remembered that it was hiding his nakedness, and instead settled for throwing a what looked like a Pepsi Max stapler.

Gabriel couldn't help but laugh. This was too good!

“Fuuuck,” Richard whined. “This really isn't a dream, is it?”

“Sorry,” Gabriel said, making it perfectly clear that he was nothing of the sort. He waved at Richard and poked Castiel with his elbow, until he caught on and also waved awkwardly. And then they were away.

In the hotel room, Richard sat stiffly, pillow still on his lap, convention flyer stuck to his ass and Misha's snickering fading in the hallway outside. All in all, there was really only one thing to say.

“Fuck.”

End.

[whit_merule]

Muahahaha. All the adoration! And also all the snickers. Poor Richard is going to have a very surreal convention. And everyone will wonder why he keeps jumping and looking at all the promotional photos of himself suspiciously. And squeaking when Misha pops up out of nowhere to grin at him.

[lady_drace]

Totally! Poor man. I really did mess with his head quite badly. But what the hell. Misha does that for his own savage entertainment on a regular basis anyway.

[whit_merule]

Can't feel too sorry for him when he does things like up the bidding on his t-shirt at the Melbourne AHBL con last month by promising that he'll get Misha to shove it down his pants if the bidding goes over a certain amount. Then, when it's sold, traipses off to find Misha from wherever he was, brings him back onstage (for his first appearance at said con) and has him do it.

Can't help but wonder how that conversation went, though.

[lady_drace]

Oh, I did wonder about that gif... lol! But yeah, you have a point. He does encourage Misha's crazies every now and again. ;o)

[mithrel]

BWAHAHAHA! There is so much awesomeness in this I'm surprised the universe didn't implode! I had my hands over my mouth from the time Misha banged on the door to keep from laughing like a maniac.

[lady_drace]

Heehee! Success! I just couldn't help myself. :oP Misha strikes me as the worlds biggest cockblock sometimes. ;o)