kore_logs | 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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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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