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one way or another, i'm gonna find ya

Who: Dean Winchester and: Meyer Lansky, Gabriel, Chuck, Raphael, Crowley, Balthazar, Castiel (and if we talked about Dean pranking your character OOCly already, then you too and I'm a ditz and forgot!)
What: Exploits of one Dean Winchester, hilariously suited to being a Trickster. Well, hilarious to him. For the moment.
When: Day 59 (I think? If you want it to be on another day that'll probably be fine.)
Where: Various spots around the Cape. Pretty much just tag in and say where you are/what you dude is doing, it can be super short or super not. Dean will appear/run into them!
Warnings: Individual threads will feature different situations. In one thread, there's dubcon. In general, not-so-nice pranking and near-killing.

Notes: This is pretty much closed to the people I've already discussed pranks/etc. with oocly. If I left your name off it's because I am occasionally the most forgetful person on the planet; just let me know and I'll fix it!

Ever since he woke up the other day -- well, since Cas woke him up, but that's a whole other issue -- he's been stuffing his face with candy and also fighting to keep his hands to himself. The longer this goes on though, the more people freak out about their new bodies, and Dean feels more and more unhinged, and it's like it's... not even a problem. It feels good, like he's buzzed on sugar and caffeine and general mayhem, and it's great. He can't remember the last time he ever felt so carefree.

But then sometimes, something reaches through the buzz, and it's like having a rock in his shoe. It's like a little pinch at first, but then it gets worse, and worse, until it's all Dean can think about, and he has to do something about it.

He has to give these people what's coming to them. They'd do the same to him, wouldn't they? Hell, some of them did already. It's time for Dean to show them how much it sucks when something more powerful than them wants to come along and teach them a lesson.

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Once Castiel finally drifts off to sleep, it's deep. His body is weak without sleep or food or sexual energy and the stress of the day. The worry lines don't leave his face until he finally drifts off, lying mostly on his back.

When Dean appears in his room, his body responds to the sexual energy before Dean even touches him. He turns the rest of the way onto his back, as if inviting Dean to touch him, and by the time the mattress is sinking under Dean's weight, he's getting turned on, lips parting and body relaxing under Dean.

He hums as Dean's mouth moves over his skin, tipping his head back and exposing more of his throat.

Is Cas even awake? If he were, would he behave any differently? Cas is a sex machine now, and Dean wants to see what that means, what kind of heights he can drive Cas to and vice versa, and he's not even sure how much of that is influenced by Raphael's arrow. Sure, he's knocked breathless by how much he wants Cas, by how good he tastes, smells; the longer Dean spends near him, kissing his skin, the more Dean wants to take.

He's grinding gently against Cas without even realizing it, hips moving in small circles as he mouths over his skin. His eyes slide shut, and this becomes some kind of feast for him -- and he doesn't even eat sex. Every inch of his body is screaming for more, for the both of them to get so lost they don't even know where one of them starts or the other one ends.

Is his conscience around? How much of real Dean is freaking out about this? The thought appears in Dean's mind and disappears just as quickly. There's just too much working against it -- the energy Cas is putting off, the help from the arrows, and the underlying sense from Real Dean that he doesn't get enough of Cas to begin with.

He leaves a mark there, purposefully above where Cas's shirt might reach. Cas is his. His angel, his incubus, his whatever. As he drags his tongue up the line of Cas's throat, he finds himself being careful to be quiet, to move slowly. Maybe this is a game now. How long can he go before Cas wakes up?

Castiel does eat sex, whether he wants to or not, and Dean is providing him with a feast served on a silver platter.

His breath hitches as his new body reacts more fully to what Dean is doing to him. His body pulls at the energy rolling off of Dean and with that new source, Castiel begins to stir.

As he body responds to Dean's attention, Castiel's own hips move against Dean's, seeking out any friction he can find.

He only has a moment to enjoy the feeling as he starts to wake, but he takes that opportunity to bring his arm up to wrap around Dean and then his eyes are opening and he freezes, arm still wrapped around Dean's back.

He feels Cas wake up, feels him freeze, but Dean's unfazed. He picks his head up, and his eyes are maybe the most telling sign of how out of it he is, how caught up in cupid magic on top of the actual sex rolling off of Cas and driving Dean even further off the deep end. His gaze is unfocused and hazy, his pupils too wide; he's blitzed out of his mind and pretty happy about it.

"Hi." His voice is low and rough, and he rolls his hips very deliberately against Cas's, grinding down on him now that the Don't Wake Cas game's over.

"You hungry?" He can't help the way his eyes rake over Cas and back up slowly. He's had passing thoughts about Cas being kinda hot before, but nothing like the way he takes in every detail now, noticing every little thing.

"Cafeteria's open. All you can eat." Dean's pretty sure he can take it and also pretty sure he doesn't care if he can't. Addled as he is, death by Cas's boner sounds okay by him.

It's difficult to fight Dean off. It's difficult to even want to and instead he moans, tightening his grip on Dean as he feeds. His mouth falls open and he can actually see the energy in the air flowing from Dean and into him.

All he can eat? Dean really shouldn't offer that. Once enough of his strength has returned, he lets out a low growl and shifts to get leverage so that he can flip their positions.

He pushes Dean on his back, climbing over him and rolling his hips. He remembers Famine and this is so much worse. He can't stop and he doesn't want to. Dean's energy is filling him, making him stronger and more powerful and it's almost as if he's becoming an angel again.

Whoa. He can see what Cas is feeding off of, and that should really freak him out, but instead it's kind of cool. Like, what even is that? And Dean's feeling lightheaded and woozy, but it's fine because he wants to be here, right here with Cas. He never wants to leave Cas's side, actually -- no, even better, his bed. That's probably the arrow or something? But whatever. Who cares?

Cas flips him over and that does startle him, make him a little uncomfortable because he's supposed to have the upperhand, but he relaxes soon after, a result of Cas's allure and love potion number Cas. He groans too, his eyes sliding shut, and he runs his hands down Cas's back until he can grab his ass and rock up sharply against him, grinding hard and seeking whatever friction he can find.

"C'mon, Cas," he begs, needy, whining, sounding nothing like Dean. "Need you."

A part of Castiel is telling him that they should stop, that he can hurt Dean, but that part gets a lot quieter when he hears his name. Dean's voice crumbles his resolve, but that's okay. He hadn't really wanted to stop, anyway.

He presses his lips to Dean's, muffling his own moan. He needs Dean, too, and not just for his energy. This whole thing scares him, but he hasn't doubted Dean in a long time and if Dean isn't scared once he learns about Balthazar, then he'll know that they're all going to be okay.

The more he feeds, the more pronounced his hunger feels, though, and it shatters his concentration.

"Probably not as much as I need you."

As more of that weird light junk passes between him and Cas, Dean gets loopier and way more chilled out, and also way hornier. He's rocking rhythmically against Cas now, and he still feels alive all over, probably because of the fact that Cas is sucking it out so he's feeling it prickle along his skin. To say he's wild for Cas at this point is the biggest understatement of the frigging century.

He kisses Cas hard in a clash of teeth and flurry of need, and he starts pulling on Cas's shirt, needing to feel more of him, needing to feel their skin pressed together. He wants to bury himself in Cas -- which, helpfully, he's sort of doing the more Cas feeds off him -- and he never wants to stop.

It's difficult, but Castiel manages to wrestle control of himself back.

"Dean--Dean, stop."

He sits up, hands going for Dean's to still them. They can't do this. He can't do this to Dean.

His hands wrap around Dean's, fingers catching them and squeezing bones and tendons gently. "We can't."

This hurts. Stopping hurts. He wants so much to keep going and not just to feed, but he can't take advantage of Dean like that, because even if he won't kill Dean, he can still kill him.

Wait, what, stop? That's definitely the last thing Dean expected to hear this time from Cas, now that he has an idea of what he is, and Dean's here, look, he's willing! He frowns and tries to turn Cas's hold on his hands into something better, trying to hold his hands instead and pull him back down.

"Why not?" He rolls his hips up again. "I want to; you want to. I told you I can take it. Seems like a no brainer to me."

His breath hitches and he tightens his hold on Dean's hands in both warning and surprise. He can't concentrate and he needs to close his eyes just to try to focus.

"It's not--not you, Dean. It's what I am. You would never--"

He opens his eyes and he looks down at Dean. The sight is jarring, breathtaking. It's not anything he'd ever expected. Dean is lying beneath him, begging him to... he can't even finish that thought, because he wants this, he really does, and it's not just that he's an incubus. He genuinely wants this and he shouldn't, because he can't have it, at least not on terms that he's okay with.

"You don't want this." He doesn't want Castiel. "You'll thank me later."

"But you're hungry, right? You need this." Dean's desperately scrambling to get Cas back into bed with him, and there are so many things to blame that on -- the incubus bit, the arrow -- but the warmth he feels deep down, way down deep underneath all the outside crap? That's Dean. Everything else is just amplifying it and letting him ask for it in a way he never, ever would be able to in real life, like... ever. That's where the desperation is coming from, but it's hard for him to accept that, so he pushes past it.

"And Raphael hit me with a dumb arrow. Feels like I can't breathe when you're not touching me." See? Dean needs this too. Life and death reasons (he won't die from the arrow, though he doesn't know that), which are the best kind of reasons because there's no room for saying no, no room for feelings to get in the way.

Castiel's shoulders deflate, sagging and shifting to the side so that he can lie down next to Dean, but he stays close, his leg still resting over Dean's. He doesn't want to hurt Dean and if Dean's not exaggerating, then maybe he does need Castiel to touch him like this.

"I'm... starving, but that doesn't make this okay. That arrow only makes it worse, Dean." It's hard to stay focused on that with Dean so close, though.

It would be so easy to curl into Dean's side and kiss his skin. It would be easy to take, but he can't do that to Dean and he's not sure he can do that to himself, either. He needs to feed, but he needs someone who can consent.

So the leg touching does help with the arrow problem, but it doesn't help with the fact that Cas is radiating sex and Dean's got one of the hardest erections in his life, rivaled only by the one Cas gave him the other day and a few other choice memories that he doesn't have the self control to think about that now without touching himself.

"So what? It's helping us both -- it's practical," he presses, and he turns on his side to. "Come on, Cas. I've basically been hard since you tongued me a wakeup call."

He's not going to stop trying to get into Cas's pants as long as Cas lets him be in the same room as him. He leans in to try for another kiss, his hand bunching in the fabric of Cas's shirt.

Castiel tries to lean back, turning his head so that their mouths don't line up. He can't do this. Taking advantage of his friend like that is the last thing he wants to do and that's exactly what it is. He knows that.

"Dean, please." His voice is just a little desperate. He can't quite keep that out. "Neither of us is going to be okay with this later."

His hand goes to Dean's in his shirt, covering it. "Please. Just-just go."

Dean watches Cas turn away and hears him kick Dean out, and he... he's pissed. That's what it is; that's all it is. He isn't hurt or disappointed or frustrated -- or, well, he is frustrated, but it's all sexual. And, by the way, he is really freaking sexually frustrated, and he wonders if Cas even gets that. Dean's been keyed up and ready to burst, just about, just from hanging around their freaking house because of the vibe Cas is putting off. Maybe this isn't something either of them would've chosen, but here they are now, and good God, why shouldn't they go with it?

But Cas is kicking him out. Cas doesn't want him.

He's going to blame the arrow for how hard that hurts, and he stares at Cas, his expression hardening and his jaw clenching, until he pushes at Cas's chest and then gets up.

"Screw you too," he mutters as he stomps out, shutting the door hard behind him.

Castiel is left lying on his back in his bed, alone. The air feels suddenly cold in Dean's absence.

He lets his arm drop onto the other side of the bed and it's still warm from Dean. After a moment, he turns over, pressing his face into the pillow. He's exhausted and hungry and he wants Dean back already. He's not used to being made to feel so weak over his connection with Dean, but now... now he doesn't know what to think or feel.

Dean's still pissed, and hurt, and fucking horny, even after he realizes the arrow's worn off. He can tell that because then he's not morosely flopping around on his bed, reading another freaking romance novel and crying with the heroine. Not that that ever happened because it didn't, but if it had, and then when it theoretically stopped, Dean would've picked that out as the time when the love arrow thing wore off.

Though maybe the rush of an urge to pay Cas back for kicking Dean out of his bed when Dean literally was begging for it is also a good endpoint for that love spell because Dean sure doesn't feel full of love or mushy crap when he starts plotting how he can get Cas back.

The real problem is the fact that Cas didn't want him, but Dean's not ready to touch that one yet; instead he'll focus on the leaving him high and dry part, leaving him right when Dean was begging for him the most. Once he gets started on these plans like this, he's really bad at stopping himself, and once he has something he's happy with, he goes straight for Cas's room. No second thoughts, no hesitation.

Look at the sweet little incujerk asleep in his bed. It's sweet until Dean starts projecting a dream.

Scene: Dean comes shuffling back into Cas's room contrite, head down, hands in his pockets.

"Sorry about earlier," he says, head down until he looks up at Cas. "You forgive me?"

Castiel is in a deep sleep by the time Dean comes back. He's exhausted and weak and even upset as he'd been, it had been easy to pass out quickly.

Everything is hazy and then he's lying in bed and Dean is apologizing. Did he just wake up?

"Of course." He pushes himself up until he's sitting in the bed. "Dean, I know you're not really... in control right now. I think maybe it would be better if we avoided each other until this is over. We can still talk on these things." He indicates the wrist communicator.

Oh, but avoiding each other isn't the way this dream is going to go.

In the dream, Dean shakes his head and looks away again, really playing up the apologetic act, the sweet act.

"I don't know if that's the problem so much as... my inhibitions gone, and I can do things now that I've... been wanting to." He flicks his eyes back to Cas. "For a while now."

Dean pushes as much sincerity into this as he can, willing Cas to believe in the dream, even if he wouldn't have in real life. Dreams should be easier to bend like that, right? Maybe?

"Dean..." Castiel looks unsure. Dean's words start to break through his resolve and he's not entirely sure what to do with that, because he does want Dean and it's not just what he is that's making him want Dean so much.

He swallows. "I don't want to take advantage of you."

Where he'd had the strength to say no before, now he finds his skin calling for Dean to touch him. Every part of him is screaming for it and the heat pooling in his stomach is almost unbearable.

It keeps getting worse. No matter what, it keeps getting worse and he needs something, because it feels like he's dying.

Oh, come on. Even in a dream? Patience, okay. Patience.

The image of Dean shakes his head and chews on his lip, dodging Cas's gaze like he's shy or afraid to let him know what he's feeling, which he would be if any of this was sincere. Which it isn't! None of it is. Not even a little, tiny bit.

"It's not taking advantage of me if it's something I want, Cas." He gestures to the space between them. "This isn't your incumojo. This is me."

Castiel's heart skips a beat. Oh.

He bites his lip. "What-what about that arrow? You said it was making it worse."

He's sure he knows exactly what Raphael had been thinking when he'd shot Dean, but that doesn't make it okay. He's not angry, per se, because he understands that Raphael's morals are just a little different on something like this, but he does feel... sad? Hurt?

Looks like he's making progress, if he's reading this right. Cas is looking excited, looking maybe hopeful, like he's buying what Dean's selling. Good. Dean wants him to feel disappointed, to feel rejected, from something that should be a sure bet. Something that felt right.

"It wore off. I can tell because, yeah, it was making things pretty bad." He shrugs. "I'm better now, though, except for how I keep thinking about how I'm in there, wanting you, and you're in here... wanting someone."

The dream!Dean starts to move forward, but then stops and backs up a step instead. See? All that room, no incubus magic.

Just a sadistic Trickster.

"Can I come closer, Cas? Please."

Castiel nods quickly. He doesn't want someone. He wants Dean. If Dean still wants him when he's away from him, maybe that means it is real. It certainly feels real and Castiel is desperate and aching and he's lonely. He's missed Dean these last few days.

"I want you, too, Dean." He knows that some of that is what he is now, but some of it isn't and now that he knows what kissing Dean feels like, he can't get it out of his head.

He wants Dean.

"Come here." He moves over on the bed, making room for Dean. He's never wanted anything the way he wants to kiss Dean right now.

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