Hands In The Air
Title: Hands In The Air (Like You Just Don't Care)
Rating: PG
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers/Warnings: Crack.
Summary: Sam needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
Notes: *snrk*
"I can't believe we're doing this," Sam sighed.
"Oh, you better believe it. 'Cause this ain't my fault, no way," Dean grumbled. "And seriously? You're going to get hell for this."
Sam twisted to look at him. "Me?! Why me?! It's not my fault we're stuck here!"
Dean glared. "Oh, yes, it is. Who couldn't keep their damn mouth shut when a fucking Trickster Archangel asks him if the jeans made his butt look fat, huh? Huh?"
Sam's face screwed up in a Bitch Face(tm), but he didn't say anything in return. Dean snorted.
"Yeah, that's right. Bitch."
"Alright, guys! Dance number two is over! Now, throw your hands up and both of you, dance like you want to win! It's Caramelldansen time!" Gabriel's voice was tinny over the speaker, but still recognizable.
"I am so putting a stake through his heart when we get out of this," Dean muttered, his hands flying up into the air as the Trickster magic pulled his body in different directions.
Rating: PG
Pairings: Sam/Gabriel
Spoilers/Warnings: Crack.
Summary: Sam needs to learn when to keep his mouth shut.
Notes: *snrk*
"I can't believe we're doing this," Sam sighed.
"Oh, you better believe it. 'Cause this ain't my fault, no way," Dean grumbled. "And seriously? You're going to get hell for this."
Sam twisted to look at him. "Me?! Why me?! It's not my fault we're stuck here!"
Dean glared. "Oh, yes, it is. Who couldn't keep their damn mouth shut when a fucking Trickster Archangel asks him if the jeans made his butt look fat, huh? Huh?"
Sam's face screwed up in a Bitch Face(tm), but he didn't say anything in return. Dean snorted.
"Yeah, that's right. Bitch."
"Alright, guys! Dance number two is over! Now, throw your hands up and both of you, dance like you want to win! It's Caramelldansen time!" Gabriel's voice was tinny over the speaker, but still recognizable.
"I am so putting a stake through his heart when we get out of this," Dean muttered, his hands flying up into the air as the Trickster magic pulled his body in different directions.