fic: Pixie Dust (Dean/Castiel, crack!!!)
Originally posted here for the Secret Angels III fic exchange.
Title: Pixie Dust
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Warnings: CRACK, size kink, itty bitty non con
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 2400
Given Prompts: "I hate fucking pixies" + The boys are forced for whatever reason to speak entirely in rhyme or song
Summary: Peter Pan AU where Dean is a tiny glittery pixie, Sam is an over-sized Wendy, and Castiel is still an angel.
Twinkerbell sat on a lonely cloud, a crystalline tear falling from one of his twinkling green orbs, and wriggled his cute freckled nose at the pixie dust - itchy it was, and had the tendency to creep into every sensitive crevice. It was difficult being tiny and horny, and there were so few pixies left. They were a dying angel breed, too useless to be believed in, even by children, and fewer in number than even the cherubs, whose own brand of love had fallen on hard times.
Castiel - now there was an angel. He was still optimistic after all these years, flying as he could with his wings and only calling upon pixie dust to humor Twinkerbell, whom he counted as a loyal friend. Good old Cas would sometimes dance wearing nothing but green leaves and pointed pixie boots when he was with his Twink, who wore the same. They would dance and sing and make up silly rhymes to amuse themselves while they danced deep in the old forests where no one could hear:
I know my voice is squeaky,
My body ain't a lot;
But you haven't lived until you've tried
Some pixie on your cock!
Oh how Twink loved to dance with him, drinking berry wine and (more often than not) letting it spill over their bare legs, drawing in the dragonflies and flying things to join them. The forest orgies were oh so fun! The best, really, he remembered, and smiled through his tears.
But Cas had fallen on hard times too of late, and not even pixie dust could help him. All pixies were known for being jealous and cruel when provoked, and so the other angels looked down upon them and their hedonism. God - who had lived forever and didn't need guidance from any other creature - had come to be thought of as stern and fearsome among mortals and immortals alike. Twinkerbell really didn't understand the purpose of this - his God was much more fun. But that was before Lucifer and Hell and Alastair (with his razors and his chains and his awful hook for a hand), and all the silly talk about Apocalypse. Apocalypse, really? He wanted to laugh at such foolishness. Who would ever long for such a thing? But the humans were strange when they grew up, and they preferred to worry about the end of the world than actually enjoy it while they were here.
It was sad really - who would choose to believe such a thing about such a wonderful place? The world ending - it made him laugh. His laugh was quite beautiful too; the angel Castiel always said so. He began to wonder sometimes if Castiel (who only let Twink call him "Cas") would stay so gay forever, or if he would fall under the paranoia of the big ones and the humans who taught their children to believe in demons rather than pixies.
Twinkerbell tried to fly close enough to whisper happy thoughts in their young ears, but he would be swatted away with small fat hands laden with cell phones.
"So fucking gay. I hate fucking pixies. They don't even exist," the children would say with their crude language - all the while text messaging, playing violent games on glowing screens, or drinking strange green drinks with names like 'Monster' and 'Rock Star' on the labels - and Twinkerbell would cry his crystalline tears every time.
He had to find Cas and figure out what had lately gone so wrong.
*
"By the way - if he asks - your name is Dean," Cas whispered from where he was hovering outside the window.
"My what?" Twinkerbell hissed from behind the larger angel's shoulder with his hands on his hips, pissed beyond belief. It was a beautiful clear starry night with the moon shining all over the white buildings of Washington, DC, but instead of singing randy songs about cherry blossoms, they were floating outside the ambassador's house again. He knew he would find Cas here - Cas was always here. "Why Dean, Cas? Does it have a particular meaning?"
"No - I just think it sounds cool," Cas shrugged. "I don't want him to think we're crazy. Young people these days, they don't get our sense of humor." Castiel's eyes were blue and bright as always, which meant he was completely serious, as he was about all things Sammy.
"Fine," Twink - no, Dean, now - huffed. "I don't get what you see in him, and why we have to change our names. He's so... big," he explained, stretching out his arms as far as he could (which wasn't very far, really). "I mean, those feet alone are gigantic. And those hands. He's too big to exist. Honestly, I don't know what you see in him, besides that white dressing gown."
"Oh I know!" Cas clasped his hands together in joy. "He's a vision in white. Just like an angel. That bow in his long flowing locks."
Twink rolled his eyes. "Seriously? The world is caught up in Apocalypse and you're caught up in hair bows!"
"I think he's romantic."
"I think you've lost your marbles. Can't you see what's happening to the world while you're hovering outside of big people's windows like a stalker?"
"I'm an angel. It's what we do."
"I know that. But what's wrong with you lately? The forest isn't so happy anymore. I'm not either. The dragonflies and mosquitoes buzz all the time asking about you and I don't know what to tell them."
"Tell them I'm busy."
Twinkerbell gasped. "Oh my goodness! You sound just like them - like, a... a..." He couldn't even bear to say it, "Like a grown-up."
"Oh!" Castiel covered his face with his hands. "Don't say that - I can't bear it."
"I know! How do you think we feel back in the forest?"
"It's not my fault, Twink. It really isn't. I've just... misplaced something of mine that was very important, and I can't seem to find it."
"Oh. No. You didn't! Cas! You lost your shadow-grace didn't you?"
Cas groaned in reply. "It wasn't my fault. I thought it was sewn on so well. You know - you were there when I last stitched it on."
Twinkerbell looked at his crumpled coat and tie, his flight-blown hair - his attempt at human. "Well, you're not the best tailor, you know. These things can happen if you're not careful." Still, he didn't have the heart to reprimand. Or the size. "So what are you going to do?"
"I last saw it dancing across the wall in that room, a perfect silhouette of myself thumbing its nose at me and frolicking away. If you help me get it back, no one will be the wiser and we can stitch it on again and things will be just as always."
The little pixie was skeptical. "The last time you lost it you were beginning to forget who you were. Just look -" He pointed to the brick wall of the house beneath Sammy's room, where bright green vines were already creeping up to the edge of the windowsill. "- It's already taking root. You're lucky it hasn't started to flower already."
"So will you help me?"
Twink could never resist the bright full moon of a face on that pale hopeful angel, and he found himself agreeing before he could even form a protest. "Fine. I'll do my best, as usual."
"Oh, thank you! I could just kiss you."
"Please don't. I'm horny enough already. Just, what do we have to do?"
"We go in there and get my shadow-grace back. Remember - your name is Dean."
*
Twinkerbell thought that maybe he had overdone it just a bit.
As it was, Sammy was going to wake up with glitter all over his pristine sleepy face, on his itchy nose, the moist end of his sizable dick, his sparkly asshole, the crevices between his teeth. He really didn't need to awake to the image of a tiny horny winged pixie humping the knuckle of his middle finger.
But Cas had been right - Sammy was so pretty up close! It was hard to be an angel of any size and not fall for him immediately, though there might have been the thrill of jealousy, of conquest envy, at play a bit. He and Cas so loved to share, for they were generous angels at heart. Still, Sammy looked a bit worried when he woke up covered in glittery pixie dust.
"What the hell?" The human gasped.
"Shhh! Don't swear," Cas shushed him. "The adults will hear you."
"Gahhhhhh!" Sammy yelled and flung Twinkerbell across the room to land in the goldfish bowl with a splash. "What the hell?"
"Quiet! That's just Dean. He's a pixie - they're a little randy but they mean no harm."
"What the fuck?" Sammy just opened his huge mouth and gawked.
Twinkerbell was really very not amused. Also, very wet.
"We're angels. See? Wings," and Cas fluttered a bit to impress him. "We don't mean any harm. We just need your help."
"Oh, God. What is this stuff all over me?"
"That's pixie dust. Dean got a little excited."
"What, like," Sammy sniffed his hand and sneezed, "What is this? Angel come?"
"Uh, kinda sorta? It's harmless, really."
At that point, Sammy began to float three feet off the bed.
"Except for the side effects. Don't be alarmed - you're just flying. Pixie dust will do that."
"I really hate fucking pixies."
Twink huffed, sufficiently dry to speak again. "Well maybe pixies hate fucking you? Did you ever think about that? I swear, the nerve sometimes -"
"Are you kidding me? I look like a snow globe! It sure doesn't look like you hated fucking me, does it?"
He closed his eyes in distaste for the ungrateful human. "You give a guy the ability to fly and see the thanks you get? Youth is so wasted on the young, I daresay."
"Just, God, what is this?" Sammy pulled the bow out of his lovely locks in what seemed to Twink like exaggerated exasperation.
Cas sighed. "I am missing my shadow-grace. It ran away on me and the last place I saw it was in this room."
"If you find it, will you leave?"
"Yes," the angel sighed again. "We will."
Twinkerbell shook out his soaked wings. Well, I never! he thought.
*
They searched together long into the night, for shadow-graces were hard to find in the nighttime, no matter how bright the moon, and even in the best of circumstances. It didn't help that Twinkerbell felt the need to defend his honor every time his angel made pretty eyes at the giant human, or that said giant human was clumsier than a puppy and almost squashed him several times with some over-formed body part. Really, it was too much.
He flitted across the room from corner to corner hoping to run into the frisky shadow-grace so they could capture it and get out of here, but the stuffed teddy bear on the mantle was so soft and sweet-smelling, and it wouldn't hurt very much to just take a little rest on its soft fur for awhile -
But his plan backfired when the shadow-grace stole the opportunity to pinch his tiny cheeks at both ends - it was so very frisky - and wake him with a yelp. Twinkerbell could do nothing but sit and cry with frustration while Sammy and Cas wrestled the shadow to the ground with lumbering sounds. It really sucked being tiny and vulnerable sometimes. The room shook awfully around him.
"Got it!" Sammy beamed with pride.
He did have a cute smile, Twink had to admit. Figuring it was safe with such a giant human around (focused as he was on the shadow-grace and not crushing tiny things underfoot), the pixie swooped down with Heaven's needle and Heaven's golden thread and got to sewing the frisky thing back onto Castiel the angel, where it belonged. It wasn't an easy task, but there were some things Twinks were very good at, and he'd demonstrated several of them tonight.
"There!" He brushed off his palms with pride. "Now you have your shadow-grace and your shadow-grace has its angel and all is right with the world again. So," he put his tiny hands on his hips, "Can we go now?"
"If you must," Sammy sighed and tried hard to look disappointed.
The humans could be so sweet when they were trying to be civil. "The forest awaits!" Twinkerbell sprinkled some pixie dust on Castiel, just in case his wings were too tired to fly. They began to float away towards the window together.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Castiel asked.
Twink couldn't help but chime in. "Heaven is a lovely place - less fun than Never Land, perhaps, but way more fun than Washington, DC - trust me."
"Yeah, well, maybe next time," Sammy waved them goodbye with a giant glitter-speckled hand.
*
Feathers, dust, and wings are used
For kinky angel love;
Kiss head to toe and down below,
And glitter from above!
They sang for their flight was slow and lovely, as they had no more cares in the world and only each other's company to enjoy.
"You know, I was kind of worried there for awhile. I thought your size kink had switched directions on me."
"Never! I love being free with you in the forest, wearing nothing but leaves and glitter and wine. You make me so carefree."
"Do I really?" Twinkerbell clasped his hands together in joy, and cried one more perfect crystalline tear, also for joy. "Thank you."
Castiel stuck out a pinky for Twinkerbell to suck on. "You know - I actually love fucking pixies."
"Oh Cas," the pixie wrapped himself around the finger and kissed glittery kisses to his heart's content.
The End
Title: Pixie Dust
Pairing: Dean/Castiel
Rating: R
Warnings: CRACK, size kink, itty bitty non con
Spoilers: none
Word Count: 2400
Given Prompts: "I hate fucking pixies" + The boys are forced for whatever reason to speak entirely in rhyme or song
Summary: Peter Pan AU where Dean is a tiny glittery pixie, Sam is an over-sized Wendy, and Castiel is still an angel.
Twinkerbell sat on a lonely cloud, a crystalline tear falling from one of his twinkling green orbs, and wriggled his cute freckled nose at the pixie dust - itchy it was, and had the tendency to creep into every sensitive crevice. It was difficult being tiny and horny, and there were so few pixies left. They were a dying angel breed, too useless to be believed in, even by children, and fewer in number than even the cherubs, whose own brand of love had fallen on hard times.
Castiel - now there was an angel. He was still optimistic after all these years, flying as he could with his wings and only calling upon pixie dust to humor Twinkerbell, whom he counted as a loyal friend. Good old Cas would sometimes dance wearing nothing but green leaves and pointed pixie boots when he was with his Twink, who wore the same. They would dance and sing and make up silly rhymes to amuse themselves while they danced deep in the old forests where no one could hear:
I know my voice is squeaky,
My body ain't a lot;
But you haven't lived until you've tried
Some pixie on your cock!
Oh how Twink loved to dance with him, drinking berry wine and (more often than not) letting it spill over their bare legs, drawing in the dragonflies and flying things to join them. The forest orgies were oh so fun! The best, really, he remembered, and smiled through his tears.
But Cas had fallen on hard times too of late, and not even pixie dust could help him. All pixies were known for being jealous and cruel when provoked, and so the other angels looked down upon them and their hedonism. God - who had lived forever and didn't need guidance from any other creature - had come to be thought of as stern and fearsome among mortals and immortals alike. Twinkerbell really didn't understand the purpose of this - his God was much more fun. But that was before Lucifer and Hell and Alastair (with his razors and his chains and his awful hook for a hand), and all the silly talk about Apocalypse. Apocalypse, really? He wanted to laugh at such foolishness. Who would ever long for such a thing? But the humans were strange when they grew up, and they preferred to worry about the end of the world than actually enjoy it while they were here.
It was sad really - who would choose to believe such a thing about such a wonderful place? The world ending - it made him laugh. His laugh was quite beautiful too; the angel Castiel always said so. He began to wonder sometimes if Castiel (who only let Twink call him "Cas") would stay so gay forever, or if he would fall under the paranoia of the big ones and the humans who taught their children to believe in demons rather than pixies.
Twinkerbell tried to fly close enough to whisper happy thoughts in their young ears, but he would be swatted away with small fat hands laden with cell phones.
"So fucking gay. I hate fucking pixies. They don't even exist," the children would say with their crude language - all the while text messaging, playing violent games on glowing screens, or drinking strange green drinks with names like 'Monster' and 'Rock Star' on the labels - and Twinkerbell would cry his crystalline tears every time.
He had to find Cas and figure out what had lately gone so wrong.
*
"By the way - if he asks - your name is Dean," Cas whispered from where he was hovering outside the window.
"My what?" Twinkerbell hissed from behind the larger angel's shoulder with his hands on his hips, pissed beyond belief. It was a beautiful clear starry night with the moon shining all over the white buildings of Washington, DC, but instead of singing randy songs about cherry blossoms, they were floating outside the ambassador's house again. He knew he would find Cas here - Cas was always here. "Why Dean, Cas? Does it have a particular meaning?"
"No - I just think it sounds cool," Cas shrugged. "I don't want him to think we're crazy. Young people these days, they don't get our sense of humor." Castiel's eyes were blue and bright as always, which meant he was completely serious, as he was about all things Sammy.
"Fine," Twink - no, Dean, now - huffed. "I don't get what you see in him, and why we have to change our names. He's so... big," he explained, stretching out his arms as far as he could (which wasn't very far, really). "I mean, those feet alone are gigantic. And those hands. He's too big to exist. Honestly, I don't know what you see in him, besides that white dressing gown."
"Oh I know!" Cas clasped his hands together in joy. "He's a vision in white. Just like an angel. That bow in his long flowing locks."
Twink rolled his eyes. "Seriously? The world is caught up in Apocalypse and you're caught up in hair bows!"
"I think he's romantic."
"I think you've lost your marbles. Can't you see what's happening to the world while you're hovering outside of big people's windows like a stalker?"
"I'm an angel. It's what we do."
"I know that. But what's wrong with you lately? The forest isn't so happy anymore. I'm not either. The dragonflies and mosquitoes buzz all the time asking about you and I don't know what to tell them."
"Tell them I'm busy."
Twinkerbell gasped. "Oh my goodness! You sound just like them - like, a... a..." He couldn't even bear to say it, "Like a grown-up."
"Oh!" Castiel covered his face with his hands. "Don't say that - I can't bear it."
"I know! How do you think we feel back in the forest?"
"It's not my fault, Twink. It really isn't. I've just... misplaced something of mine that was very important, and I can't seem to find it."
"Oh. No. You didn't! Cas! You lost your shadow-grace didn't you?"
Cas groaned in reply. "It wasn't my fault. I thought it was sewn on so well. You know - you were there when I last stitched it on."
Twinkerbell looked at his crumpled coat and tie, his flight-blown hair - his attempt at human. "Well, you're not the best tailor, you know. These things can happen if you're not careful." Still, he didn't have the heart to reprimand. Or the size. "So what are you going to do?"
"I last saw it dancing across the wall in that room, a perfect silhouette of myself thumbing its nose at me and frolicking away. If you help me get it back, no one will be the wiser and we can stitch it on again and things will be just as always."
The little pixie was skeptical. "The last time you lost it you were beginning to forget who you were. Just look -" He pointed to the brick wall of the house beneath Sammy's room, where bright green vines were already creeping up to the edge of the windowsill. "- It's already taking root. You're lucky it hasn't started to flower already."
"So will you help me?"
Twink could never resist the bright full moon of a face on that pale hopeful angel, and he found himself agreeing before he could even form a protest. "Fine. I'll do my best, as usual."
"Oh, thank you! I could just kiss you."
"Please don't. I'm horny enough already. Just, what do we have to do?"
"We go in there and get my shadow-grace back. Remember - your name is Dean."
*
Twinkerbell thought that maybe he had overdone it just a bit.
As it was, Sammy was going to wake up with glitter all over his pristine sleepy face, on his itchy nose, the moist end of his sizable dick, his sparkly asshole, the crevices between his teeth. He really didn't need to awake to the image of a tiny horny winged pixie humping the knuckle of his middle finger.
But Cas had been right - Sammy was so pretty up close! It was hard to be an angel of any size and not fall for him immediately, though there might have been the thrill of jealousy, of conquest envy, at play a bit. He and Cas so loved to share, for they were generous angels at heart. Still, Sammy looked a bit worried when he woke up covered in glittery pixie dust.
"What the hell?" The human gasped.
"Shhh! Don't swear," Cas shushed him. "The adults will hear you."
"Gahhhhhh!" Sammy yelled and flung Twinkerbell across the room to land in the goldfish bowl with a splash. "What the hell?"
"Quiet! That's just Dean. He's a pixie - they're a little randy but they mean no harm."
"What the fuck?" Sammy just opened his huge mouth and gawked.
Twinkerbell was really very not amused. Also, very wet.
"We're angels. See? Wings," and Cas fluttered a bit to impress him. "We don't mean any harm. We just need your help."
"Oh, God. What is this stuff all over me?"
"That's pixie dust. Dean got a little excited."
"What, like," Sammy sniffed his hand and sneezed, "What is this? Angel come?"
"Uh, kinda sorta? It's harmless, really."
At that point, Sammy began to float three feet off the bed.
"Except for the side effects. Don't be alarmed - you're just flying. Pixie dust will do that."
"I really hate fucking pixies."
Twink huffed, sufficiently dry to speak again. "Well maybe pixies hate fucking you? Did you ever think about that? I swear, the nerve sometimes -"
"Are you kidding me? I look like a snow globe! It sure doesn't look like you hated fucking me, does it?"
He closed his eyes in distaste for the ungrateful human. "You give a guy the ability to fly and see the thanks you get? Youth is so wasted on the young, I daresay."
"Just, God, what is this?" Sammy pulled the bow out of his lovely locks in what seemed to Twink like exaggerated exasperation.
Cas sighed. "I am missing my shadow-grace. It ran away on me and the last place I saw it was in this room."
"If you find it, will you leave?"
"Yes," the angel sighed again. "We will."
Twinkerbell shook out his soaked wings. Well, I never! he thought.
*
They searched together long into the night, for shadow-graces were hard to find in the nighttime, no matter how bright the moon, and even in the best of circumstances. It didn't help that Twinkerbell felt the need to defend his honor every time his angel made pretty eyes at the giant human, or that said giant human was clumsier than a puppy and almost squashed him several times with some over-formed body part. Really, it was too much.
He flitted across the room from corner to corner hoping to run into the frisky shadow-grace so they could capture it and get out of here, but the stuffed teddy bear on the mantle was so soft and sweet-smelling, and it wouldn't hurt very much to just take a little rest on its soft fur for awhile -
But his plan backfired when the shadow-grace stole the opportunity to pinch his tiny cheeks at both ends - it was so very frisky - and wake him with a yelp. Twinkerbell could do nothing but sit and cry with frustration while Sammy and Cas wrestled the shadow to the ground with lumbering sounds. It really sucked being tiny and vulnerable sometimes. The room shook awfully around him.
"Got it!" Sammy beamed with pride.
He did have a cute smile, Twink had to admit. Figuring it was safe with such a giant human around (focused as he was on the shadow-grace and not crushing tiny things underfoot), the pixie swooped down with Heaven's needle and Heaven's golden thread and got to sewing the frisky thing back onto Castiel the angel, where it belonged. It wasn't an easy task, but there were some things Twinks were very good at, and he'd demonstrated several of them tonight.
"There!" He brushed off his palms with pride. "Now you have your shadow-grace and your shadow-grace has its angel and all is right with the world again. So," he put his tiny hands on his hips, "Can we go now?"
"If you must," Sammy sighed and tried hard to look disappointed.
The humans could be so sweet when they were trying to be civil. "The forest awaits!" Twinkerbell sprinkled some pixie dust on Castiel, just in case his wings were too tired to fly. They began to float away towards the window together.
"Are you sure you don't want to come with us?" Castiel asked.
Twink couldn't help but chime in. "Heaven is a lovely place - less fun than Never Land, perhaps, but way more fun than Washington, DC - trust me."
"Yeah, well, maybe next time," Sammy waved them goodbye with a giant glitter-speckled hand.
*
Feathers, dust, and wings are used
For kinky angel love;
Kiss head to toe and down below,
And glitter from above!
They sang for their flight was slow and lovely, as they had no more cares in the world and only each other's company to enjoy.
"You know, I was kind of worried there for awhile. I thought your size kink had switched directions on me."
"Never! I love being free with you in the forest, wearing nothing but leaves and glitter and wine. You make me so carefree."
"Do I really?" Twinkerbell clasped his hands together in joy, and cried one more perfect crystalline tear, also for joy. "Thank you."
Castiel stuck out a pinky for Twinkerbell to suck on. "You know - I actually love fucking pixies."
"Oh Cas," the pixie wrapped himself around the finger and kissed glittery kisses to his heart's content.
The End