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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.
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 he slips into the mindset, really gets into it, whether or not Gabriel's nakedness is going to scar him for life seems less important as he steps closer and waits for Gabriel to fall. Should be any second now, really. Should be pretty close to dangerous, and so it should hurt, and hopefully it'll rattle him.
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It takes him three full minutes to stop cursing and get back to his feet and out of the shower. By that time, he's also figured out that he's just a wuss and his arm isn't actually broken - he might have a hairline fracture and there'll definitely be some nasty bruising, but nothing that'll need medical attention. That's for the best, considering he wouldn't go to see a doctor about having slipped in the shower unless he'd broken his skull. Even then he'd take the time to think up a cooler story first. But having figured that out - and put some clothes on, just in case any one else in the house has heard the commotion - he's becoming more and more convinced that this can't just be a run of incredibly bad luck. Sure, leaks and food poisoning and falling over are part of being human, but not in that kind of density. Or do they? It's possible, he supposes. Maybe he's worked up a lot of bad karma.
In any case, if this is someone's doing, they aren't coming forward and there's no way to prompt them to without looking like a crazy person, which would just entertain them more. The food poisoning and the shower incident give him an inkling, but on the other hand, it could very well be a coincidence that those were just where he happened to be when whoever's responsible pranked him. And the leak- he doesn't remember drowning Dean in any puddles, so that's probably just a coincidence, right? Right. Besides, he's pretty sure Dean would either not bother with him, or go for something a lot more painful. In the hopes that he's just tired and unlucky and clumsy and generally having a bad day, he decides to go with the original plan and try to get some sleep. He rummages through the bathroom cabinet one-handed until he finds a bottle of aspirins, and takes five of them. Not the best idea he's ever had, but he's hoping it'll help him pass out despite the pain in his arm. He literally falls into bed, not bothering to change his clothes (some of which are still in the bathroom, sorry family), and, with a little help from those painkillers, drifts off within forty minutes.
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He waits for Gabriel to fall asleep before he adds on the finishing touch; when he wakes up, his room will look like an almost exact replica of the Mystery Spot, only with a bed. That'll give Dean away for sure, but that's fine with him -- that's the point even. Gabriel should know what it feels like to be yanked around by someone more powerful than him.
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It's only six hours before he wakes up - it had only been late afternoon when he'd gone to bed, and he'd only been awake for a few hours anyway. While being miserable's great for making you feel tired, it doesn't really make the body need sleep in the way that physical exertion or being awake for long does. He'd hoped the painkillers would help keep him asleep (and preferably not dreaming), but he hadn't taken enough for that to make much difference, so he half-wakes up at about one in the morning, disoriented and lying on his bad arm, which wakes him up all the way, along with some more cursing. It's becoming a hobby of his. He fumbles for the nearest light, and recognises the Mystery Spot immediately. Well, that clears up the question of why all this is happening. He's not sure whether or not that's a good thing, though. It's more embarrassing, since he doubts Dean would go to these lengths and not watch, but on the other hand, it does mean that this isn't just because he sucks at being human.
"Dean."
He'd make a threat, only he really can't right now, so he settles for just being ineffectually pissed off. At least he moves on quickly from growling and inarticulate rage to actual sentences. And sarcasm, at that! See, he's dealing well.
"Love what you've done with the place. Can't say it's especially original, though, but hey, props for not being afraid to take a lesson from the old masters. And since you asked so nicely, sure, I'd be happy to mentor you through your newfound sadism."
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He reappears and actually appears this time, looking downright pleased with himself, and he glances around the room too, reevaluating it, but nope, he's still pretty proud.
"Wasn't going for original. I thought I'd see how you like it. Though to do that, I'd have to not kill you..." He stops and counts on his fingers, all the way up to four, when he stops. "A couple hundred more times?" He shrugs and drops his hands to his side.
"Was it good for you?" He piles on extra shittiness for that question.
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It's not actually a valid complaint - 'yes, I did worse to you, but you don't remember it so it may as well not have happened' - but he does feel that this should be Sam's revenge rather than Dean's. Luckily Sam's not here, because he has a feeling Sam would be a lot more pissed off than Dean, and then he might actually be dead (or wishing he was).
"It was fantastic, honeybunch. Usually I like to be wined and dined first, but trust me, if I hadn't kicked the habit, I'd be heartily smoking at least one cigarette right now." But the past tense - he likes that past tense. He tries to stay casual, though: he's not sure whether acting not-bothered is going to get Dean to leave him alone or just to try harder, and if Dean's been watching he'll know Gabriel is more than just bothered by this, but he figures it's worth a shot. "So we're done here?"
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"Thought about tossing you in the TV, but then figured watching you almost kill yourself a bunch might be more fun." He smiles as pleasantly as he can.
The expression comes pre-packed with the past tense. There's no way Dean's letting Gabriel think he's off the hook; isn't that what he did to Sam? Tell him he was good, and then the whole thing carried on for like six more months for him?
Actually... That's not half bad.
"I can only stand around waiting for you to almost die for so long. Though the payoff was so worth it. You and your brothers, man. They like yanking me and my brothers' chains, but that's over now. Got it?"
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Sarcasm, obviously, but he supposes throwing up a lot and nearly breaking his arm aren't quite as bad as being shot. He's not sure, but he doesn't particularly want to find out. He knows just how being a Trickster feels, just how much the power goes to your head, and that mixed with the huge grudge he figures Dean's entitled to have against him... yeah, he doesn't want to even think about what Dean could do.
"I don't speak for my family, Dean, you know that. But speaking just for me? Fine." He raises his hands in surrender, wincing slightly as he lifts the arm he'd fallen on. "No more monkey business. Not without your express consent. Okay?"
At least, no more until Dean's human again and Gabriel isn't. Then all bets are off... but he figures that that goes without saying. Or rather, that he's better off not saying it. Either way.
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"Good. Don't forget it." He produces a lollipop, sets it in his mouth, and turns to go before he stops and glances back at Gabriel. He makes another lollipop and tosses it at him.
"It's not poisoned," he promises before he actually leaves this time.
It isn't poison; it just tastes like earwax.
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(At least he'll have the right hair for that mad scientist laugh after the next time he tries to use the toaster.)