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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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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.

Yes. It's almost hard to keep his dream self from smiling as darkly as Dean's smiling now, as he stands in Cas's room. Not yet; the dream has to stay good long enough for Dean to come forward, and instead of taking the spot Cas offers, he climbs on top of him again, straddling him as he leans in to kiss him. It's not like the others, full of heat and desperation; this one's softer, and he slides his hand around to cradle the back of Cas's neck.

He could drop the illusion now, but he wants a few seconds more, just to make sure the endgame packs as much punch as it can.

There's something sweet in this, something Castiel can almost accept. This is what he wants, not Dean sex-crazed and touching him with supernaturally-created lust. He wants Dean here in Castiel's bed because this is where he wants to be.

Castiel's heart is pounding in his chest as he wraps his arms around Dean, pulling him close and kissing back like Dean is something precious, because he is. He means so much to Castiel; their friendship means so much and the idea of this becoming a part of it is more than a little terrifying.

Dean waits for the kiss to break naturally, and then he draws away, hovering just above Cas's mouth; the grip in his hair tightens enough to keep Cas from following, and then Dean breaks into a slow, mocking grin.

"Man, you fell for that easy. How pathetic are you?" The hand in Cas's hair twists, holding him painfully as Dean keeps Cas pinned under him, but now it's all strength and aggression.

"Are you that horny, or that hung up on," he glances down at himself and back up, "this guy? Either way, you should give it up. Who do you think you are? You kicked him out twice; you think he's ever going to want to come back, even when this is over? He's never going to want you now."

He lets that settle and then somehow manages to widen his grin.

"And that's before I'm through with you."

Dean's head tilts back, and suddenly he's a Leviathan, mouth open and ready to devour Cas as he leans back down for the first bite.

Cas will wake up before the Leviathan version of him ever manages to sink his teeth in, but it'll be close.

One moment he's kissing Dean and it's perfect and the next, Dean is pulling his hair so tight that it's painful. He starts to struggle, but then Dean's words sink in.

His heart sinks and tears start to build up in his eyes. He tells himself that they're from the pain in his scalp and not from Dean's words, true as they are. Dean won't be coming back, because it takes magic to make Dean want to be here at all and some awful part of him is disappointed that he hadn't just taken advantage of that.

"Please..."

And that's when Dean's face transforms.

Castiel closes his eyes and waits for the thing to devour him and then suddenly he's gasping awake.

"Dean--"

Dean's still there when he wakes up because he'd been distracted projecting the dream. Kind of awkward, as he's not planning on saying anything; instead Cas is treated to Dean's darkly pleased expression before he turns and stomps out.

There's a flicker of something, recognition that he'd carried something too far maybe, but it's gone just as quickly. He can't dwell on it because that's not what a Trickster does, right? Instead he actually leaves the house, going somewhere where he can gorge himself on candy and not have to be near Cas or run into him in the hallway or hear him... exist. Not for a little while anyway.

Castiel stays in his bed. He lies there for hours, staring at the ceiling and thinking about what just happened. Does Dean really think he deserves to be punished like that? Does Dean really feel like that about him?

He curls up under the covers, but there's no comfort to be found there. Lucifer is offering to help him and Dean is tearing him down. Everything is upside down.

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