fic: zeus apple - prolouge (1/?)
Title: Zeus Apple, prologue: the garden
Author: skiing_pelican
Rating: PG 13 (some swearing)
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Cas, implied Sam/Gabriel or friendship if you're not into Sabriel
Spoilers: character spoilers for all mentioned; set somewhere in late season 5 but spoiler free
Warnings: crack; nudity? (leaf-in-front-of-intimate-parts-nude)
Word Count: ~2000 for this chapter
Beta: by lefty_spit. Thank you, honey!
Teaser: Gabriel has his own ways of "helping" the Winchester brothers. One more cracky story where the boys have to put up with the overly productive fantasy of Gabriel. Dean/Castiel slash.
Authors note:
There will be a total of 9 chapters to this story. With all bad and sad happening to the boys in canon, I just feel I need to give them a little pause, a bit time to enjoy each other and relax. The result is pretty cracky. Just flow with it and have fun. It's light, funny, fluffy and slashy. Destiel.
I'm accepting promps for this story. Head over to the prompt post if you have any ideas. Please review and let me know what you think about this craziness!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything besides their skirts.
prologue: the garden
Sam and Dean were seated across from each other in a beautiful garden. Dean's hands looked as if a burger had been held between them only a moment ago. He looked up slowly from his hands, right up to Sam who was looking at him with the same confused expression.
"Dude! You're naked!" was the first thing that came to Dean's mind.
Sam looked down his huge body, frowned and looked at Dean.
"You're naked too," he pointed out, brows furrowing.
Dean looked down at his own body. He was completely, stark naked. Except for a wine leaf covering his most intimate parts.
"Where are we? And why are we playing Adam and Eve?" he exclaimed, instantly regretting what he'd said. The implication of what him and Sam being Adam and Eve could mean hit him like a ton of bricks and he stared away from Sam in horror.
"I don't know. Maybe it's Gabriel again." Sam mused.
"I hate that angel." Dean swore under his breath, standing up to get a better sight.
"Didn't you say once that you like his style?" Sam asked.
"Not when he's dicking around with us. Not funny."
Sam stood up and joined his brother, taking a look around. "So... we're in paradise. What are we supposed to do?"
"Maybe eat the damn apple? You remember when Gabriel wanted us to play our roles?"
"Could be." Sam said, "But I don't see an apple tree anywhere"
"Let's check it out." Dean suggested.
They wandered on, wondering at the beauties of paradise. It wasn't only a garden like they had expected. Paradise had a bit of beauty from every place on earth. One moment, they stood on a beautiful glacier, looking across the glen to see the snow glitter in the sun on the next mountain top. Then, Dean was thinking about something else and they were standing in a beautiful desert oasis, with palm trees and a fountain.
"Paradise is better than the stories make you think." Sam mused.
"Paradise my ass. We're trapped here."
"Just let's find the apple tree." Sam said, smiling. His brother might be bitching because they were trapped, but Sam enjoyed seeing the wonders of this place. He was still aware of their situation at the same time, searching for a way out.
The next moment, they were standing in a fruit garden. Pear, plum, cherry and apricot trees surrounded them and the evening sun was shining softly trough the well tended branches. Sam and Dean strolled along the lines of the trees.
"No apples." Sam said with a light frown.
Dean looked more than pissed. "If this is paradise, where are all the beautiful virgins?"
Sam chuckled. "Wrong paradise, Dean. Hey, you think we could take a look at the olymp?"
And they were standing on clouds, ancient Greek architecture everywhere around them. The clouds were made of a downy white. They sunk in a little bit with every step, but the cloud carried their weight. It felt like stepping on cotton.
Suddenly, Sam grabbed Dean's arm. "Did you hear something?"
Dean raised his head and listened. There was soft music coming from far away. It sounded a bit like harp tunes. They took off in that direction, finding the old Greek gods laying on typical chaise lounges, complete with togas and white beards, laughing together and drinking wine.
"Now, that's creepy." Sam said.
"Look at the women." Dean smirked, his grin spanning from one ear to the other. "Hera, Aphrodite, and whatever the others are named... Now that's what I call paradise, Sammy!"
Sam frowned. "I don't think it's a good idea to get in the pants...ehm, toga of one of the Greek goddesses."
"Who said one?" Dean grinned back and strolled down, Sam following close behind him.
The impressive figure in the middle of the gathering saw them first. He was a bull of a man, with huge muscles, an old face and eyes that twinkled with mirth and wisdom. Although his face and his long white beard spoke of age, the skin spanning over his muscles looked young and fresh. All in all, he looked like... well... Zeus.
"Hi!" Dean said, still with the big grin on his face. "I'm Dean... and that," he waved in Sam's direction, "is my brother Sam."
"You have finally found us." Zeus rumbled, his voice deep and impressive, going through every bone in the bodies of the hunters.
"I am sure you know who we are, as we all know you. You have come here for the epic challenges, have you not?"
"The epic challenges?" Dean repeated dumbly, the grin finally slipping from his features.
"You will have to complete seven of the old challenges to prove your worth. If you succeed, you will receive the apple, your way to go home."
"And if we don't want to do those challenges?" Dean inquired.
"Then you will stay our guests in this place forever. Now come, join me for food and drink." The mighty arm gestured at two comfortable chaise lounges right next to him. Between them stood a small, round stone table, covered with a large bowl of fruits, a plate with sheep cheese, pita bread and wine.
"Just a moment." Dean demanded and turned around to Sam.
"What do you think, Sam?"
"I don't know." Sam shrugged, looking at the gods. "I think it's best to accept their offer and see if we find out more."
"This Zeus... do you think it could be Gabriel?"
"I don't know..." Sam pondered, "Wouldn't Gabriel have some sweets around? I mean, grapes are good and sweet, but Gabriel is more the chocolate and cake kind of sweet."
"Right. Well, one way to see." Dean nodded.
They turned around to Zeus and went into the gathering and sat down on the offered chaise lounges.
"Thanks for your friendly offer... Zeus." Dean said with a forced smile on his face. "One last question. It probably isn't one of your powers to magically provide some clothes, is it?"
Dean blinked. Zeus had only flicked his fingers, and he and Sam were wearing a white toga and sandals, Greek style.
"Thanks." both offered, nodding nicely to their supporter. Zeus just smiled and made another inviting gesture at the food.
Dean tried some pita bread and sheep cheese. It was much better than he expected, the cheese spiced with olive oil and various herbs.
"God, Sam, you gotta try this! I didn't think something that's not pie or a burger could be so good!"
Sam just directed one of his bitch-faces at Dean. Trust Dean to stuff himself with suspicious food.
"You don't trust me." Zeus stated and a rumbling laugh escaped his throat. He didn't seem offended by it at all.
"No, it's not that I don't trust you." Sam stuttered. He didn't, actually, but he knew it was probably a bad idea to offend the greatest of the Greek gods.
"You do not." Zeus interrupted him, "But I don't mind. It would be foolish of you to trust me."
Sam watched Dean, who still seemed quite alright and reached for more of that delicious cheese. Hera walked by, setting two wine glasses filled with red wine in front of them and taking a seat next to Zeus on the same chaise. Dean stared at her. She was beautiful, blond hair, young body, smiling face and a wisdom in her eyes that seemed to be infinite.
Sam bumped his elbow into Dean's side. He was more than glad that Dean was not gaping.
"She's a bit outta you're league, don't ya think?" he whispered into Dean's ears.
"Oh yeah." Dean replied, his eyes still fixed on the beautiful goddess.
But a new arrival tore Dean's eyes away from Hera. He landed in the middle of the circle, surrounded by a surge of bright white light that came from within him, huge white wings flapping at his back as his feet touched the clouds. His body was lithe and wiry, only covered by a short, white Greek-style skirt around his hips, white sandals on his feet and a golden band around his head. But Dean would recognise this ruffled, dark head and the intense blue eyes anywhere, as surely as he noticed that a certain tan trench coat was missing.
"Cas?" he exclaimed.
"Dean." the Angel replied gravely.
"Hermes, hand me the challenges." Zeus rumbled.
Castiel fixed his eyes fixed on Dean and opened his mouth to say something. Quite disturbed, he closed it again as nothing came out of it. He went to Zeus and handed him a scroll, fixing his gaze once again on the Winchester brothers.
"It's good to see a familiar face." Sam offered.
Castiel nodded. Zeus ignored them while reading the scroll, as he ignored that they called his errand boy by a different name.
"Cas, do you know who's behind all this?" Dean asked.
The Angel nodded, still unable to say anything.
"Gabriel?" Sam asked.
The Angel nodded once again.
"Should we put up with these stupid challenges?" Dean inquired.
Castiel slightly tilted his head, his eyes travelling around, unsure. He looked somewhat lost. His eyes sought Dean's again and he shrugged slightly.
"He doesn't know." Sam frowned.
"Great." Dean grumped, ruffling through his hair. His eyes landed on the Angel once again. It was the first time he saw more of Castiel's body than just his head and his hands. But now, he found himself with more than an eye full of naked skin, the really short skirt hanging dangerously low, exposing sharp hipbones, and those gorgeous, huge white wings shifting relaxed behind his back.
"These wings look nice on you, Cas." Dean suddenly blurted out and regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
Sam eyes widened in surprise.
"Seriously, Dean? Did you just compliment Cas on his wings?" he laughed.
"It's true!" Dean insisted, an embarrassed blush creeping into his cheeks. He didn't know where that came from. Sam was still laughing about it.
"Shut up, Bitch!"
Castiel only glanced at his wings as if they were the most normal thing in the world. Which they probably were to him. He turned a searching stare at Dean with his angelic blue eyes, head tilted and lips parted only that slight little bit. The stare felt as if Castiel was trying to look right into his soul. Which he probably was.
Zeus cleared his throat, thereby regaining their attention.
"It is time for the first challenge." his rumbling voice announced. "Hermes, you will watch over them, and be the herald of their return if they survive."
Zeus seemed to be completely unaware that the winged Angel was not his messenger, but... whatever he actually was to Sam and Dean.
Dean just gulped.
"Are you ready?" Zeus asked.
"As ready as can be." Sam mused.
Zeus flicked his mighty fingers, and they were gone.
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