Fic: Queer as Folk / Supernatural / Oz: Dinner Party 1/1
So I was thinking about how Misha said he wanted Dean and Castiel and Sam to end up living in a nice little cottage in the country one day, TOGETHER. And then I was thinking how Christopher Meloni said HE wanted Beecher and Keller to escape prison and Keller would run a laundromat and Beecher would be his stay-at-home-wife and it would be called "Leave it to Beecher." And then I wondered what would happen if Brian and Justin had some new neighbors after they moved into Britin together, and maybe had a dinner party or something.
So then this happened.
Title: Dinner Party
Series': Queer as Folk, Oz, Supernatural
Couplings: Brian / Justin, Keller / Beecher, Castiel / Sam / Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Uhhhhhhhh nothing, whatever. Pfft.
This one is for the lulz, guys. Don't take it too seriously. XD Also, I think Mari is the only one that has watched all three of these so probably no one else will even read it. BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE TELL ME!!!
Dinner Party
Brian wasn't sure why he'd agreed to this. No, wait. He hadn't. He hadn't ever fucking agreed to this.
"I'm really glad you could come for dinner," Justin said, serving their guests home made chicken alfredo on their fine china. "We hadn't met any other gay couples in West Virginia yet."
The tall hot one that had introduced himself as simply 'Keller' gave Justin what could only be described as a predatory smile and said, "Who said we're gay?"
Brian already knew he didn't like this one.
There was a nervous pause, and then his partner - the scruffy unkempt one that looked like he'd been worked over quite recently - laughed loudly and patted him on the cheek. "Don't mind him, he's a real kidder."
"Yeah, I bet the laughs never end at your house," Brian said in his most sarcastic tone, pouring himself some wine.
The cute one called Dean snatched up the bottle as soon as it was set down, and poured himself and the frighteningly tall one that had been introduced as 'Sam' a glass. "Hey, this stuff looks pretty fancy."
"Anything is fancy compared to cheap beer and hot wings, Dean," Sam said, giving the cute one an affectionate grin.
"1925?," said the one in the oddly fitting suit, and the piercing blue eyes, staring at the wine bottle. His name had been Castiel, or something weird like that.
"It was a very good year," Brian said dryly. He didn't know why they'd had to break out the expensive shit for these clowns, but Justin had insisted. Brian expected a fabulous blowjob after this was over.
"Next time I'll bring some of my own, personal collection," Castiel said, pouring himself a glass.
"You collect wine?" Justin asked, sitting down to eat now that everyone was served and the wine was being passed around.
"I make wine," Castiel said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh, I always wanted to learn to do that," the one called Beecher said, smiling and leaning around his partner to make eye contact with the scruffy one.
Castiel stared blankly at Beecher for a long time before speaking. "I'm afraid it's not something you'd be capable of learning."
The sexy one called Keller laughed. "You gonna take that, man?"
Beecher looked surprised, and then frowned. "I'm sure I could."
"No," was all Castiel would say.
Sam cleared his throat loudly. "It's sort of like having a green thumb! It's just a talent."
"My thumbs aren't green," Castiel said, looking at Sam in confusion.
"It means you're good with plants," Justin said helpfully. He had an odd look on his face, and Brian wondered if he was only now realizing how weird these people were.
"Dean's actually the one who's good in the garden," Sam said, smiling.
"Shut up," Dean hissed at the tall one. He looked embarrassed.
"Mostly, though, he just grows berries," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "And all he knows how to cook is pie."
"Too bad," Keller said, throwing his arm around the back of Beecher's chair. "My wife cooks great."
Beecher flushed an angry red and shot Keller a threatening glare. Brian had a feeling someone was going to get a spanking later on. His cock twitched at the thought, and made a mental note to behave, so Justin wouldn't complain when he got out the handcuffs later.
"We have a gardener," Brian said, smirking a little at them.
"We have a laundromat," Keller said, as if that was something to be proud of.
"We have-" Dean started to say, and then he frowned a little. "Well, I have a great car."
"What kind?" Keller asked with slight interest.
"'67 Impala," Dean said proudly with a large smile.
Brian's interest was perked. "Did you drive it here?"
"It's out front," Dean said, nodding towards the front door.
Brian glanced towards the door and made a move to stand, but Justin grabbed his arm. "At least eat first."
Brian sighed heavily and sat again. This was so stupid.
"What do you do for a living, Castiel?" Justin asked.
Brian smirked at the three men sitting so close together, the small one in the middle and the tall one and the scruffy one on either side. He hadn't ever seen a true gay threesome before, but he was almost completely certain that was what he was seeing now.
"I work for God," Castiel said calmly.
Dean and Sam both choked on a bite of food at once, coughing in unison. They seemed to do things in unison a lot, like they'd known each other a very long time.
"You're a priest?" Justin asked, shooting Brian a nervous look.
Brian narrowed his eyes. "Are they all gay?" he asked.
"I'm not a priest," Castiel replied, eating his food slowly, and with some curiosity.
"Too bad," Keller said, smirking at him. "I love priests."
Beecher must have pinched his leg under the table, because Keller jerked a little in his seat and glared at him.
"We travel a lot for work," Sam said, obviously trying to change the topic. "Until now we haven't really had a steady place to live."
"Oh, were you in the military or something?" Justin asked, looking more and more confused.
"No," Sam said hesitantly. He shot Dean a nervous glance and Dean shrugged.
"I found the house when it went up for sale," Castiel said. "I thought it would be an interesting experience."
"What would be?" Beecher asked, squirming a little. There was no doubt in Brian's mind that Keller had his hand under the table on Beecher's groin and was stroking him.
"Purchasing land," Castiel said. His face broke into the large smile of an amused child who's thinking about a joke he's not going to share. "It's amusing."
Freaks, Brian thought. They were all freaks.
"Government work," Dean finally said. "We're in government work. Not supposed to talk about it."
Sam rolled his eyes. Brian could tell he was lying.
"You're not cops, are you?" Beecher asked nervously, shooting Keller a glance. Keller's eyes immediately went to his knife.
"Nah," Dean said, seemingly unaware. He took a huge bite of his food and chewed thoughtfully. "We serve papers and crap."
Sam rolled his eyes again and looked about as exasperated as Brian felt.
"That's good," Keller said, lifting his gaze from his knife and relaxing. "That's real good. I don't like cops."
Brian smirked. The crazy fuck wasn't the only one. ...Well, unless he was fucking them. But he and Justin had been monogamous for a long time, and surprisingly, fucking cops hadn't been something he'd missed particularly - especially after he'd gotten Justin a costume so they could play that very game.
"Why's that?" Sam asked, sipping his wine.
"We're fugitives. We escaped from a maximum security prison," Keller said.
There was silence around the table, and then Beecher laughed loudly again. "See? There he goes again."
"What a kidder," Brian said in that dry tone. Psychopaths. That's what these people were. Psychopaths.
"He's not kidding," Castiel said calmly, dabbing his mouth off on his napkin.
Dean elbowed him sharply and shot him a look. "Stop it."
"Sorry, he's... foreign," Sam said. He smiled nervously.
Brian felt Justin's gaze and he glanced at his partner. His blue eyes were wide and nervous. Brian smirked at him and huffed a short laugh. He'd always been ten times better at judging people than his Sunshine was. Maybe next time the little blond would listen to him.
"You don't have an accent," Justin said, trying to sound completely normal.
"Yeah," Dean said, sounding amused. "He taught himself to speak differently when he came here."
Sam rolled his eyes yet again, and Castiel burst into laughter, as Keller scooped another large portion of pasta for himself onto his plate. "So, whatcha got for dessert?"
So then this happened.
Title: Dinner Party
Series': Queer as Folk, Oz, Supernatural
Couplings: Brian / Justin, Keller / Beecher, Castiel / Sam / Dean
Rating: R
Warnings: Uhhhhhhhh nothing, whatever. Pfft.
This one is for the lulz, guys. Don't take it too seriously. XD Also, I think Mari is the only one that has watched all three of these so probably no one else will even read it. BUT IF YOU DO, PLEASE TELL ME!!!
Dinner Party
Brian wasn't sure why he'd agreed to this. No, wait. He hadn't. He hadn't ever fucking agreed to this.
"I'm really glad you could come for dinner," Justin said, serving their guests home made chicken alfredo on their fine china. "We hadn't met any other gay couples in West Virginia yet."
The tall hot one that had introduced himself as simply 'Keller' gave Justin what could only be described as a predatory smile and said, "Who said we're gay?"
Brian already knew he didn't like this one.
There was a nervous pause, and then his partner - the scruffy unkempt one that looked like he'd been worked over quite recently - laughed loudly and patted him on the cheek. "Don't mind him, he's a real kidder."
"Yeah, I bet the laughs never end at your house," Brian said in his most sarcastic tone, pouring himself some wine.
The cute one called Dean snatched up the bottle as soon as it was set down, and poured himself and the frighteningly tall one that had been introduced as 'Sam' a glass. "Hey, this stuff looks pretty fancy."
"Anything is fancy compared to cheap beer and hot wings, Dean," Sam said, giving the cute one an affectionate grin.
"1925?," said the one in the oddly fitting suit, and the piercing blue eyes, staring at the wine bottle. His name had been Castiel, or something weird like that.
"It was a very good year," Brian said dryly. He didn't know why they'd had to break out the expensive shit for these clowns, but Justin had insisted. Brian expected a fabulous blowjob after this was over.
"Next time I'll bring some of my own, personal collection," Castiel said, pouring himself a glass.
"You collect wine?" Justin asked, sitting down to eat now that everyone was served and the wine was being passed around.
"I make wine," Castiel said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Oh, I always wanted to learn to do that," the one called Beecher said, smiling and leaning around his partner to make eye contact with the scruffy one.
Castiel stared blankly at Beecher for a long time before speaking. "I'm afraid it's not something you'd be capable of learning."
The sexy one called Keller laughed. "You gonna take that, man?"
Beecher looked surprised, and then frowned. "I'm sure I could."
"No," was all Castiel would say.
Sam cleared his throat loudly. "It's sort of like having a green thumb! It's just a talent."
"My thumbs aren't green," Castiel said, looking at Sam in confusion.
"It means you're good with plants," Justin said helpfully. He had an odd look on his face, and Brian wondered if he was only now realizing how weird these people were.
"Dean's actually the one who's good in the garden," Sam said, smiling.
"Shut up," Dean hissed at the tall one. He looked embarrassed.
"Mostly, though, he just grows berries," Sam said, rolling his eyes. "And all he knows how to cook is pie."
"Too bad," Keller said, throwing his arm around the back of Beecher's chair. "My wife cooks great."
Beecher flushed an angry red and shot Keller a threatening glare. Brian had a feeling someone was going to get a spanking later on. His cock twitched at the thought, and made a mental note to behave, so Justin wouldn't complain when he got out the handcuffs later.
"We have a gardener," Brian said, smirking a little at them.
"We have a laundromat," Keller said, as if that was something to be proud of.
"We have-" Dean started to say, and then he frowned a little. "Well, I have a great car."
"What kind?" Keller asked with slight interest.
"'67 Impala," Dean said proudly with a large smile.
Brian's interest was perked. "Did you drive it here?"
"It's out front," Dean said, nodding towards the front door.
Brian glanced towards the door and made a move to stand, but Justin grabbed his arm. "At least eat first."
Brian sighed heavily and sat again. This was so stupid.
"What do you do for a living, Castiel?" Justin asked.
Brian smirked at the three men sitting so close together, the small one in the middle and the tall one and the scruffy one on either side. He hadn't ever seen a true gay threesome before, but he was almost completely certain that was what he was seeing now.
"I work for God," Castiel said calmly.
Dean and Sam both choked on a bite of food at once, coughing in unison. They seemed to do things in unison a lot, like they'd known each other a very long time.
"You're a priest?" Justin asked, shooting Brian a nervous look.
Brian narrowed his eyes. "Are they all gay?" he asked.
"I'm not a priest," Castiel replied, eating his food slowly, and with some curiosity.
"Too bad," Keller said, smirking at him. "I love priests."
Beecher must have pinched his leg under the table, because Keller jerked a little in his seat and glared at him.
"We travel a lot for work," Sam said, obviously trying to change the topic. "Until now we haven't really had a steady place to live."
"Oh, were you in the military or something?" Justin asked, looking more and more confused.
"No," Sam said hesitantly. He shot Dean a nervous glance and Dean shrugged.
"I found the house when it went up for sale," Castiel said. "I thought it would be an interesting experience."
"What would be?" Beecher asked, squirming a little. There was no doubt in Brian's mind that Keller had his hand under the table on Beecher's groin and was stroking him.
"Purchasing land," Castiel said. His face broke into the large smile of an amused child who's thinking about a joke he's not going to share. "It's amusing."
Freaks, Brian thought. They were all freaks.
"Government work," Dean finally said. "We're in government work. Not supposed to talk about it."
Sam rolled his eyes. Brian could tell he was lying.
"You're not cops, are you?" Beecher asked nervously, shooting Keller a glance. Keller's eyes immediately went to his knife.
"Nah," Dean said, seemingly unaware. He took a huge bite of his food and chewed thoughtfully. "We serve papers and crap."
Sam rolled his eyes again and looked about as exasperated as Brian felt.
"That's good," Keller said, lifting his gaze from his knife and relaxing. "That's real good. I don't like cops."
Brian smirked. The crazy fuck wasn't the only one. ...Well, unless he was fucking them. But he and Justin had been monogamous for a long time, and surprisingly, fucking cops hadn't been something he'd missed particularly - especially after he'd gotten Justin a costume so they could play that very game.
"Why's that?" Sam asked, sipping his wine.
"We're fugitives. We escaped from a maximum security prison," Keller said.
There was silence around the table, and then Beecher laughed loudly again. "See? There he goes again."
"What a kidder," Brian said in that dry tone. Psychopaths. That's what these people were. Psychopaths.
"He's not kidding," Castiel said calmly, dabbing his mouth off on his napkin.
Dean elbowed him sharply and shot him a look. "Stop it."
"Sorry, he's... foreign," Sam said. He smiled nervously.
Brian felt Justin's gaze and he glanced at his partner. His blue eyes were wide and nervous. Brian smirked at him and huffed a short laugh. He'd always been ten times better at judging people than his Sunshine was. Maybe next time the little blond would listen to him.
"You don't have an accent," Justin said, trying to sound completely normal.
"Yeah," Dean said, sounding amused. "He taught himself to speak differently when he came here."
Sam rolled his eyes yet again, and Castiel burst into laughter, as Keller scooped another large portion of pasta for himself onto his plate. "So, whatcha got for dessert?"