The Adventures of Sammikins the Bunny!
Title: The Adventures of Sammikins the Bunny and his faithful sidekick, Gabe Guinea Pig
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt:21. Spring
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters that you may recognise.
Summary: Sam and Gabriel are cursed. Dean’s amused. Castiel is just confused. Bobby wonders how he gets lumbered with the idjits.
Word Count: 1,617 words
Warnings: None - Well, technically no bunnies or guinea pigs were harmed in the making of this fic. If you like rabbits to the extent that you get distressed when someone er… mocks them… don’t read it. Bunnies are threatened with rabbit pie!
Author Notes: This er… came to me as I was falling asleep. So I totally blame it on the new nasty ass tasting sleeping tablets I’ve been given. It was the bin scene that I fell asleep thinking about. And promptly woke up giggling… Enjoy.
Sammikins the Giant Lop
Dean was generally to be relied upon in times of crisis and danger. Generally speaking. In general terms. Which for them meant ghouls, ghosts and homicidal angels that really needed to crack open a copy of the Bible and brush up on their Christianity.
Apparently though, 'general terms' did not cover rabbits and guinea pigs.
Or, as Dean had finally managed to Google - once he’d stopped laughing and had finally pulled Sam out of the waste-paper basket that Sam had fallen into when he’d stepped on one of his ears tripped off the bed - large lop-eared rabbits and 'dude, a guinea pig’s a guinea pig, they’re all the same'.
Gabriel hadn’t actually agreed with that analysis and had only shut up when Sam had become so annoyed that he’d used his round fluffy body to good use… and had sat on Gabriel.
Which led them to where they were now; Dean still snickering whilst hiding behind Sam’s laptop, Castiel staring at Sam in confusion and Bobby apparently on his way after having called them all idjits and wondering how they were all still alive.
Sam wondered the same thing on occasion.
"Where is my brother?" If anyone was looking at Sam at that point, then they’d have realised that rabbits were able to look sheepish.
"Sammikins is sitting on him," Dean commented lightly, then coughed to cover another snort of amusement when Castiel picked Sam up, and stared at a pathetic looking bunnified Sam.
Rabbits also gave amazing bitchfaces.
Gabriel was thankful to be able to breathe once again though, and promptly went about showing his joy about thus by chittering and chattering away, spaced with the occasional squeal as he fidgeted and rolled about on the bed. Castiel, meanwhile, looked back at the large rabbit in his hands and then back to Dean.
"Why is it making that noise?"
"That’s the noise a guinea pig makes apparently… and is the reason Sam was sitting on him. Wanna put the bitchy bunny back on the annoying squealy thing?" Dean asked, closing the laptop and looking pleadingly at Castiel. Sam was grateful to the angel for taking Dean’s advice for once. Even if sitting on a disgruntled, fidgety guinea pig wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.
Really, there were times when Sam could sort of see Dean’s point of view on the whole 'Gabriel might be useful but he’s far more annoying' debate. Were Sam not sleeping with the archangel, then he’d probably agree more often. As it were, Sam like getting regular sex and generally kept quiet.
He also didn’t want to find his dick had been dyed purple when he next went to the bathroom should he agree with Dean aloud. He’d found that unfortunate side effect out a few months previous. Sam dares any male not to shriek like a girl when they find out their dick is an alarming shade of purple. He’d honestly thought something had happened (other than a pissy archangel) and it was going to drop off. Quite frankly, he was more scared during that one shower than he had been on any hunt. Ever.
He was quite fond of his dick, thankyouverymuch.
Of course, all of that was in the past, and Sam now had more pressing issues. One being, he was fairly certain he had fleas. Did rabbits even get fleas? Sam wasn’t sure, but he was pretty damn certain that he had an itch.
"Oi, Thumper, what are you doing?" Sam stopped his fidgeting and loud scratching to look over at Dean, beady black eyes blinking at him. He had no idea what Dean’s issue was. It wasn’t like his scratching was harming anyone. Except possibly giving the guinea pig under him slight motion sickness. And maybe concussion. Okay, Sam mentally conceded that he should probably stop if only so that Gabriel didn’t smite him when they got turned back to normal.
"Do rabbits have fleas?" Sam really wanted to know the answer to that as well, so he was quite grateful that Castiel had asked it. The put out and somewhat disturbed look on Dean’s face was also amusing to witness.
"Hazel-Rah damn well not have fleas or I’m gonna kick his ass and turn him into a pie," Dean grumble, causing Sam to stare at him in alarm - though some of that alarm was the fact that apparently, at some point, Dean had either watched or read Watership Down - Sam didn’t know which one was a more disturbing thought.
That, of course, was before Dean suddenly started humming Bright Eyes and then even Gabriel stopped his fidgeting and squeaking in order to pop his head out from under Sam’s tubby stomach to blink at Dean in disbelief.
"What are you humming?" Castiel asked, and Sam learnt another new thing about rabbits. Apparently snorting with amusement hurt. Tiny nostrils and all.
"What? I’m not humming! Nope. So! What do we do about Peter Rabbit and his annoyingly squeaky sidekick?" Sam was possibly too disturbed by Dean’s seemingly unending knowledge of rabbit literature and film references to start getting annoyed by it. Though if Dean called him Benjamin Bunny, then he was biting him.
"Who is Peter Rabbit and why is he called Peter? Is he an actual rabbit?" Castiel asked. Sam got bored with the conversation - though he felt a small amount of amusement at Dean’s startled look at Castiel’s question - and moved off of Gabriel, before pinning the guinea pig down once more so that he could clean his ears. Because that little tuft of orange fur sticking up behind Gabriel’s ear was really beginning to annoy Sam and he needed to do something about it. That was his excuse were anyone to ever ask him. He was a rabbit, he had no thumbs, he had to work with what he had. Yep, that was exactly why he was licking Gabriel’s guinea pig ears.
He was not grooming him.
Rabbits did not groom their guinea pig companions.
Sam did not groom Gabriel.
Much.
"Velveteen, you better not be eating the Holy Guinea Pig. He’ll smite you when you get turned back," Dean told him, and Sam just stared at him blankly before turning so that his large rabbity bottom was facing Dean and carried on 'not-grooming' Gabriel. Really, the velveteen rabbit wasn’t even close to his shade of brown. Nor were they the same breed of rabbit. Dean could do better than that.
Just not Benjamin Bunny.
He really would bite Dean if he went that route.
"So, Cas, any ideas on how to make Sammy human again and not Bugs Bunny? And possibly human shaped Sammy, not Frank. That would be creepy and Sam would probably use that as the perfect reason to stab me or something." Sam considered that Dean was probably right about that.
"I do not think there is much we can do. There is the chance that we will just have to wait for the curse to stop on it’s own. I do not think I will be able to change them back if Gabriel has not already been able too." Sam stopped his 'not-grooming' of Gabriel’s ear and stared at him suspiciously upon hearing Castiel’s answer. Narrowing his beady little black eyes at the suddenly very quiet guinea pig, Sam huffed and then sharply bit down on Gabriel’s ear. The resulting squeal was so very satisfying to Sam.
"Shit, Bunnicula! What the hell?! I swear, if he decides to smite you for all of this, don’t be hiding behind me! I don’t want to die because you got pissy with the guinea pig archangel!" Dean exclaimed, picking Sam up from the bed and away from Gabriel. Sam struggled against the hold Dean had on him, then huffed and slumped down when he realised the futility of trying to get out of Dean’s grip. Instead, he settled for just glaring at Gabriel, who fidgetted and chuntered under his breath sheepishly. Sam continued to glare and then kicked his back legs a little, getting a pained curse from Dean. Sam stopped kicking and licked Dean’s hand in apology. It was possible he’d slightly forgotten that he was big enough that his hind legs happened to be hanging in an unfortunate place for Dean.
Seconds later, with a nose wriggle and small squeak from Gabriel, Sam found himself sitting on the floor with Dean sprawled underneath him, groaning in pain. And Sam completely human - and not in a Frank human form.
"I knew you had something to do with this! You turned me into Roger Rabbit!! What the hell, Gabriel?!" Sam exclaimed, quickly moving to get off his bruised brother and growling angrily at Gabriel, who just looked at the bed he was sitting on sheepishly. Dean groaned again and gratefully took the help Castiel offered him to stand up.
"I hate your brother, Cas."
"Aw, come on, Sammy! It was fun! And… in my defence, I didn’t turn us into a rabbit and guinea pig! I just… ignored the fact that I could end the curse straight away," Gabriel told him, looking at him with large innocent eyes. That didn’t fool Sam at all. There was nothing innocent about Gabriel. A two dollar whore was more innocent than that archangel.
"You… you’re a dick, Gabriel! And you’re sleeping on the couch from now on!"
"What?! Sammy! That’s a little harsh!"
"Nope! It’s a well known fact that rabbits don’t get it on with guinea pigs! Touch luck to you, Gabe! Now… does anyone have any carrots? I really want some carrots." Dean gaped at Sam and then snorted when Sam’s nose twitched.
End Notes - So! Bunnies! *Snickers* Don’t ask where this came from. I just wanted to bloody sleep. Also? I’m kinda disturbed at how many rabbit references I can apparently make off the top of my head. Should you wish to know (and don’t already) the rabbit’s Dean (and Sam) mention are:
Thumper - Bambi He’s the annoyingly cute rabbit that refuses to eat his greens… And possibly had a gay relationship with a male skunk…
Hazel-Rah (and Fiver - who, upon reading back over it, I edited out… poor guy) - As Sam mentioned, they are the two main rabbits in Watership Down. Fiver was the rabbit that had the visions and Hazel-Rah was his older brother. 'Rah' is an honorific added to the end of names for the leaders of the er… warren? I don’t know, it’s a rabbit thing. They live in warrens, right? - Bright Eyes was the song written for the film version of this.
Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny are both creations of Beatrix Potter, they’re apparently cousins (if I remember right) and er… strangely I swear Benjamin later gets his bunny thing on with one of the Flopsy Bunnies… who are Peter’s sisters… Strange…
Velveteen - As in the Velveteen Rabbit. Sam’s right, totally different shades of brown. *Nods* Apparently there was a film of this as well, who knew?
Bugs Bunny - Who doesn’t know him?
Frank - *snort* He’s the er… man dressed as a grey rabbit in Donnie Darko
Bunnicula - *snickers* Character from a story of the same name. It’s er… actually, it’s freaking amusing, is what it is.
Roger Rabbit - From the awesome film Who Framed Roger Rabbit which is brilliant and I fully recommend to everyone if you haven’t already seen it! *Nods*
So, now that I’ve stunned myself and possibly all f you with my strange rabbit reference knowledge, let me know what you think! Of the fic, not the rabbit reference thing… Cheers! Hopefully this does mean that I will be able to start filling the rest of my snapshots table! Woo!
Author: Meh_Forget_it
Character(s)/Pairing(s): Sam Winchester, Gabriel, Dean Winchester, Castiel, Bobby Singer
Claim: Sam/Gabriel (Trickster)
Theme: Theme 06: 365
Prompt:21. Spring
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters that you may recognise.
Summary: Sam and Gabriel are cursed. Dean’s amused. Castiel is just confused. Bobby wonders how he gets lumbered with the idjits.
Word Count: 1,617 words
Warnings: None - Well, technically no bunnies or guinea pigs were harmed in the making of this fic. If you like rabbits to the extent that you get distressed when someone er… mocks them… don’t read it. Bunnies are threatened with rabbit pie!
Author Notes: This er… came to me as I was falling asleep. So I totally blame it on the new nasty ass tasting sleeping tablets I’ve been given. It was the bin scene that I fell asleep thinking about. And promptly woke up giggling… Enjoy.
Sammikins the Giant Lop
Dean was generally to be relied upon in times of crisis and danger. Generally speaking. In general terms. Which for them meant ghouls, ghosts and homicidal angels that really needed to crack open a copy of the Bible and brush up on their Christianity.
Apparently though, 'general terms' did not cover rabbits and guinea pigs.
Or, as Dean had finally managed to Google - once he’d stopped laughing and had finally pulled Sam out of the waste-paper basket that Sam had fallen into when he’d stepped on one of his ears tripped off the bed - large lop-eared rabbits and 'dude, a guinea pig’s a guinea pig, they’re all the same'.
Gabriel hadn’t actually agreed with that analysis and had only shut up when Sam had become so annoyed that he’d used his round fluffy body to good use… and had sat on Gabriel.
Which led them to where they were now; Dean still snickering whilst hiding behind Sam’s laptop, Castiel staring at Sam in confusion and Bobby apparently on his way after having called them all idjits and wondering how they were all still alive.
Sam wondered the same thing on occasion.
"Where is my brother?" If anyone was looking at Sam at that point, then they’d have realised that rabbits were able to look sheepish.
"Sammikins is sitting on him," Dean commented lightly, then coughed to cover another snort of amusement when Castiel picked Sam up, and stared at a pathetic looking bunnified Sam.
Rabbits also gave amazing bitchfaces.
Gabriel was thankful to be able to breathe once again though, and promptly went about showing his joy about thus by chittering and chattering away, spaced with the occasional squeal as he fidgeted and rolled about on the bed. Castiel, meanwhile, looked back at the large rabbit in his hands and then back to Dean.
"Why is it making that noise?"
"That’s the noise a guinea pig makes apparently… and is the reason Sam was sitting on him. Wanna put the bitchy bunny back on the annoying squealy thing?" Dean asked, closing the laptop and looking pleadingly at Castiel. Sam was grateful to the angel for taking Dean’s advice for once. Even if sitting on a disgruntled, fidgety guinea pig wasn’t the most comfortable thing in the world.
Really, there were times when Sam could sort of see Dean’s point of view on the whole 'Gabriel might be useful but he’s far more annoying' debate. Were Sam not sleeping with the archangel, then he’d probably agree more often. As it were, Sam like getting regular sex and generally kept quiet.
He also didn’t want to find his dick had been dyed purple when he next went to the bathroom should he agree with Dean aloud. He’d found that unfortunate side effect out a few months previous. Sam dares any male not to shriek like a girl when they find out their dick is an alarming shade of purple. He’d honestly thought something had happened (other than a pissy archangel) and it was going to drop off. Quite frankly, he was more scared during that one shower than he had been on any hunt. Ever.
He was quite fond of his dick, thankyouverymuch.
Of course, all of that was in the past, and Sam now had more pressing issues. One being, he was fairly certain he had fleas. Did rabbits even get fleas? Sam wasn’t sure, but he was pretty damn certain that he had an itch.
"Oi, Thumper, what are you doing?" Sam stopped his fidgeting and loud scratching to look over at Dean, beady black eyes blinking at him. He had no idea what Dean’s issue was. It wasn’t like his scratching was harming anyone. Except possibly giving the guinea pig under him slight motion sickness. And maybe concussion. Okay, Sam mentally conceded that he should probably stop if only so that Gabriel didn’t smite him when they got turned back to normal.
"Do rabbits have fleas?" Sam really wanted to know the answer to that as well, so he was quite grateful that Castiel had asked it. The put out and somewhat disturbed look on Dean’s face was also amusing to witness.
"Hazel-Rah damn well not have fleas or I’m gonna kick his ass and turn him into a pie," Dean grumble, causing Sam to stare at him in alarm - though some of that alarm was the fact that apparently, at some point, Dean had either watched or read Watership Down - Sam didn’t know which one was a more disturbing thought.
That, of course, was before Dean suddenly started humming Bright Eyes and then even Gabriel stopped his fidgeting and squeaking in order to pop his head out from under Sam’s tubby stomach to blink at Dean in disbelief.
"What are you humming?" Castiel asked, and Sam learnt another new thing about rabbits. Apparently snorting with amusement hurt. Tiny nostrils and all.
"What? I’m not humming! Nope. So! What do we do about Peter Rabbit and his annoyingly squeaky sidekick?" Sam was possibly too disturbed by Dean’s seemingly unending knowledge of rabbit literature and film references to start getting annoyed by it. Though if Dean called him Benjamin Bunny, then he was biting him.
"Who is Peter Rabbit and why is he called Peter? Is he an actual rabbit?" Castiel asked. Sam got bored with the conversation - though he felt a small amount of amusement at Dean’s startled look at Castiel’s question - and moved off of Gabriel, before pinning the guinea pig down once more so that he could clean his ears. Because that little tuft of orange fur sticking up behind Gabriel’s ear was really beginning to annoy Sam and he needed to do something about it. That was his excuse were anyone to ever ask him. He was a rabbit, he had no thumbs, he had to work with what he had. Yep, that was exactly why he was licking Gabriel’s guinea pig ears.
He was not grooming him.
Rabbits did not groom their guinea pig companions.
Sam did not groom Gabriel.
Much.
"Velveteen, you better not be eating the Holy Guinea Pig. He’ll smite you when you get turned back," Dean told him, and Sam just stared at him blankly before turning so that his large rabbity bottom was facing Dean and carried on 'not-grooming' Gabriel. Really, the velveteen rabbit wasn’t even close to his shade of brown. Nor were they the same breed of rabbit. Dean could do better than that.
Just not Benjamin Bunny.
He really would bite Dean if he went that route.
"So, Cas, any ideas on how to make Sammy human again and not Bugs Bunny? And possibly human shaped Sammy, not Frank. That would be creepy and Sam would probably use that as the perfect reason to stab me or something." Sam considered that Dean was probably right about that.
"I do not think there is much we can do. There is the chance that we will just have to wait for the curse to stop on it’s own. I do not think I will be able to change them back if Gabriel has not already been able too." Sam stopped his 'not-grooming' of Gabriel’s ear and stared at him suspiciously upon hearing Castiel’s answer. Narrowing his beady little black eyes at the suddenly very quiet guinea pig, Sam huffed and then sharply bit down on Gabriel’s ear. The resulting squeal was so very satisfying to Sam.
"Shit, Bunnicula! What the hell?! I swear, if he decides to smite you for all of this, don’t be hiding behind me! I don’t want to die because you got pissy with the guinea pig archangel!" Dean exclaimed, picking Sam up from the bed and away from Gabriel. Sam struggled against the hold Dean had on him, then huffed and slumped down when he realised the futility of trying to get out of Dean’s grip. Instead, he settled for just glaring at Gabriel, who fidgetted and chuntered under his breath sheepishly. Sam continued to glare and then kicked his back legs a little, getting a pained curse from Dean. Sam stopped kicking and licked Dean’s hand in apology. It was possible he’d slightly forgotten that he was big enough that his hind legs happened to be hanging in an unfortunate place for Dean.
Seconds later, with a nose wriggle and small squeak from Gabriel, Sam found himself sitting on the floor with Dean sprawled underneath him, groaning in pain. And Sam completely human - and not in a Frank human form.
"I knew you had something to do with this! You turned me into Roger Rabbit!! What the hell, Gabriel?!" Sam exclaimed, quickly moving to get off his bruised brother and growling angrily at Gabriel, who just looked at the bed he was sitting on sheepishly. Dean groaned again and gratefully took the help Castiel offered him to stand up.
"I hate your brother, Cas."
"Aw, come on, Sammy! It was fun! And… in my defence, I didn’t turn us into a rabbit and guinea pig! I just… ignored the fact that I could end the curse straight away," Gabriel told him, looking at him with large innocent eyes. That didn’t fool Sam at all. There was nothing innocent about Gabriel. A two dollar whore was more innocent than that archangel.
"You… you’re a dick, Gabriel! And you’re sleeping on the couch from now on!"
"What?! Sammy! That’s a little harsh!"
"Nope! It’s a well known fact that rabbits don’t get it on with guinea pigs! Touch luck to you, Gabe! Now… does anyone have any carrots? I really want some carrots." Dean gaped at Sam and then snorted when Sam’s nose twitched.
End Notes - So! Bunnies! *Snickers* Don’t ask where this came from. I just wanted to bloody sleep. Also? I’m kinda disturbed at how many rabbit references I can apparently make off the top of my head. Should you wish to know (and don’t already) the rabbit’s Dean (and Sam) mention are:
Thumper - Bambi He’s the annoyingly cute rabbit that refuses to eat his greens… And possibly had a gay relationship with a male skunk…
Hazel-Rah (and Fiver - who, upon reading back over it, I edited out… poor guy) - As Sam mentioned, they are the two main rabbits in Watership Down. Fiver was the rabbit that had the visions and Hazel-Rah was his older brother. 'Rah' is an honorific added to the end of names for the leaders of the er… warren? I don’t know, it’s a rabbit thing. They live in warrens, right? - Bright Eyes was the song written for the film version of this.
Peter Rabbit and Benjamin Bunny are both creations of Beatrix Potter, they’re apparently cousins (if I remember right) and er… strangely I swear Benjamin later gets his bunny thing on with one of the Flopsy Bunnies… who are Peter’s sisters… Strange…
Velveteen - As in the Velveteen Rabbit. Sam’s right, totally different shades of brown. *Nods* Apparently there was a film of this as well, who knew?
Bugs Bunny - Who doesn’t know him?
Frank - *snort* He’s the er… man dressed as a grey rabbit in Donnie Darko
Bunnicula - *snickers* Character from a story of the same name. It’s er… actually, it’s freaking amusing, is what it is.
Roger Rabbit - From the awesome film Who Framed Roger Rabbit which is brilliant and I fully recommend to everyone if you haven’t already seen it! *Nods*
So, now that I’ve stunned myself and possibly all f you with my strange rabbit reference knowledge, let me know what you think! Of the fic, not the rabbit reference thing… Cheers! Hopefully this does mean that I will be able to start filling the rest of my snapshots table! Woo!