More Than a Curse (1/??)
Я подумала создать отдельный аккаунт для фанфиков, чтобы не задалбывать читателей, кому пофиг не свехъестественное и все что с ним связанно. Но все мочаюсь в сомнениях. Поэтому я Решила, что пока еще потусуюсь здесь. Если после этой серии мне захочится продолжать писать фанфики, я отведу им отдельный аккаунт.
I was thinking about creating a separate account for my fanfictions, for not making my other watchers annoyed. But I'm still not sure. So I decided, that if after I finish this series, I will decide to write more, I will create another account.
Title: More Than a Curse
Author: Rinienne
Rating: PG-NC17 will be different in different chapters. PG for this one.
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Balthazar, Gabriel
Spoilers: I think to the begging of season 6, but really not much, because its little bit AU (where some stuff happened in the tv-show didn't happened)
Warnings: Some short talking about sex?
Word Count: 2826
Beta: Many thanks to annwyn who helped me with my terrible grammar! ^^
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel were hunting witches. Dean and Castiel got hit by a curse, which did something weird with them. Dean was in shock, Castiel was confused, Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel found it hilarious.
Chapter 1
In which Dean and Castiel get hit by a curse. Dean is in shock, Castiel feels weird, meanwhile Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel find it hilarious.
Dean could say he hated witches a hundred times in a row and it still wouldn’t rightfully describe his animosity towards them. First of all, he hated the fact that witches weren’t monsters but actual human beings, using dark magic. Secondly, he hated that they were so difficult to track : they didn't smell like sulfur, they were impossible to detect with an EMF meter and they could blend way too well into human society. But, most of all, he hated them because of their curses. He had been under the effect of a curse too many times to count - sometimes it had been something minor, like an annoying itch during a few days. Sometimes he had to carry out a difficult ritual to avoid an unpleasant death. Some of the curses, like sex ones, could be rather pleasant though, but they would never, ever, make Dean Winchester like witches.
- "You don’t feel hungry or something? Maybe you have a headache?” - Sam just couldn't stop asking questions while they were driving back to the motel they stopped by earlier.
- “I told you, no. Nothing like that."
Dean was annoyed. Not only his little brother plain refused to let him drive, because he was afraid that something could happen on the way back, but he also spent all his time asking stupid, pointless questions.
- "Maybe you have an urge to have sex?" - said little brother asked again.
- "Dude, sex is something I always want, curse or not!" - chuckled Dean.
Sam sighed, shaking his head.
- "Hey Cas, what about you?" - the younger brother turned his head towards the back seat, but only for a brief moment, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
- "I think... sometimes my vessel requires satisfying its physical need for copulation, but I'm totally in control of it, and I don't feel any apparent change since getting hit by the curse." - replied the angel sitting in the back seat of the car, with an uninhibited tone, as discussing the weather or a movie he watched the day before.
- "Well, I asked about everything, but… this… wow " - chuckled Sam.
- "What did he just say?" - Asked Dean sarcastically - "Can you translate from Nerd to English? I think it was something funny."
About an hour ago, all three of them were cleaning a coven of witches in an old deserted mansion. One of them shot something towards Dean. Castiel jumped in front of the spell, covering the older Winchester with his body. But the spell happened to be quite powerful, and it had sent both of them crashing into the closest wall, allowing the bitch to retreat and disappear.
Castiel was sure that the spell blown up to their faces was a powerful one, but he didn’t feel anything unusual yet. Of course Dean wasn't dumb enough to hope that the witch did something wrong and missed her aim. He knew that sooner or later they would find it out, probably the hard way, and chances were that it wouldn't be something pleasant. It never was. Even all the varieties of sex curses, which at first sounded like a blessing to Dean, weren't that pleasurable after all.
But right now, he was mostly annoyed, as his brother just couldn't shut up, asking and checking things that Dean already thought about, thank you very much.
- "Listen bitch, if I start to feel anything strange, I will tell you! Ok?" - he groaned.
- "Jerk…" - replied Sam. - "I’m just trying to help."
- "I know, I’m just irritated."
Dean sighed, massaging his forehead. He turned his head to take a look at Castiel, only to find out that the angel was gone. "Perfect" - thought the hunter. Even after spending so much time on Earth with the Winchesters, he still had a serious lack of manners.
When they finally returned to the hotel, it was ten PM. Not exactly time to go to bed yet. Dean wanted to go to a bar, get a drink and maybe find someone to spend the night with, but he couldn't risk it, in case the spell would start working in the next several hours. Which was the major reason for Dean’s current bad mood.
Sam parked the Impala as close to their room's windows as possible, he knew that his brother enjoyed having a glance at his baby every time he would pass by, plus it was convenient to get to the car as quick as possible, if need be.
- "I think we will order pizza today, I’d rather not leave you alone" - stated Sam.
- "Oh, come on! I’m not a little baby!"
- "And for all we know, there’s no chance to have you suddenly going all blue from asphyxia or being covered in green ooze in the next half hour while I'll be out, grabbing food."
And, once again, Sam had a point. Dean hated to agree with his younger brother, he hated to be weak and to be a cause of trouble or worry to others, but he really didn’t have a choice.
So they ordered pizza, and luckily they had some beers in the car, so they wouln’t have to worry about food for the evening. Nevertheless, staying at the hotel room was still boring. Dean knew sleep wouldn’t come for a while, so he decided to watch some TV. And, as expected, nothing interesting was on. Not even a single entertaining movie. Finally, Dean managed to find something which was, at least, possible to watch without puking and he settled himself on a bed with a bottle of beer.
Sam was sitting on his own bed but he wasn't interested in TV, as he was working on his laptop, probably trying to find them another hunt or checking the list of curses without any immediate effect, not for the first several hours. In fact, Dean didn't really know what his little brother was doing and he didn't care.
Several times during the next four hours Dean tried to check if anything felt wrong with his body, but there was nothing noteworthy there : no itching, no pain, no burning. No nothing. Eventually, Dean started to feel tired and decided that now was a good time to wrap himself up in blankets and sleep peacefully till the next morning. And it was exactly what he did.
* * *
Next morning, Dean woke up because he was hungry. And no, hungry wasn’t the word - he was starving, as if he hadn’t eaten for several days. And he was thirsty as hell. And it was weird, because he had been full before going to bed, and after three bottles of beer you usually want to piss in the morning, not to drink. And, at Dean's surprise, his bladder felt totally empty. But he didn't have time to think about it, because he needed to eat something right now or he would fell unconscious.
Dean tried to get up from the bed but started to feel sore, as if he had been running all day long the day before. He had to put way more efforts than expected simply into rising from his bed and moving towards the fridge, still half sleeping.
He was glad that Sam, like the girl he could be sometimes, was eating so few, just a couple of pieces, leaving leftovers in the fridge for the next day. He reached for the sacred slices of baked dough and meat, bringing it to his month with inhuman greediness, without heating it first. Still filling his month with big greasy chunks of pizza, trying to swallow them without chewing, he moved towards the night stand where he saw a glass with water. He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, fulling his mouth with cold water. It wasn't tasty, especially after cold pizza, but he didn't care, he was that thirsty.
Sam slowly started to move in his bed. Even if Dean had really tried to be quiet, he still managed to wake up his brother. The younger Winchester shaked his head and set himself up on his elbows, looking at Dean with surprise.
- "What the hell, Cas?" - Asked Sam with wide eyes.
Dean looked around the room, trying to spot Castiel. But the room was obviously empty, except for him and his younger brother.
- "What? Are you sleepwalking? Where do you see Cas?" - he grumbled and his voice sounded way lower than it usual self, as if Dean had been spending a lifetime smoking.
Sam's eyes widened even more, then he stared at Dean from head to toes. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes before focusing on Dean once again.
- "D.. Dean?" he whimpered.
Suddenly, Dean felt very awake, thanks to the realization that something was very wrong here. Now that he thought about it, he actually felt smaller, his shirt was too big for him, even the room seemed a bit bigger. He slowly moved a hand to his face, finding a several days old scrub there, even though he clearly remembered shaving the day before. And speaking od his face, it has a different shape, more round somehow. He then took a closer look at said hand : it was smaller, with thin fingers and a softer skin, a hand belonging to someone who would rarely work on fixing cars, or gun cleaning, or fighting monsters or whatever Dean did everyday.
Panic slowly started to sink in. He gave his younger brother one more look before slowly heading to the bathroom, to a mirror.
If Dean hadn’t been ready to find something really wrong with his reflection, he would probably have screamed. Or at least jerk away violently from the mirror, because he never expected THIS to happen : two unnaturally blue eyes were looking at him from the smooth silvery surface of the mirror, those eyes were familiar as was the face they belonged to. Dean had seen this particular face so many times before - it was Castiel's.
Cautiously, trying not to freak out, he left the bathroom, returning to his bed and sitting on it, focusing on the motel’s dirty wall as it held the answers of every questions Dean ever had. He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, when suddenly he heard chuckles coming from Sam's bed.
- "Is it so not funny, you bitch!" - he said, annoyed.
And then Sam could not hold it any longer and burst out laughing.
* * *
Castiel was sitting in the back seat of the Impala, listening to the conversation of the two boys after their encounter with a coven of witches. They had been hit with a curse back then, which apparently didn't affect him, at least not yet. And, to tell the truth, he wasn't sure if this spell would affect him or not, because he was an angel after all. Anyway, right now he didn't feel any change, but he knew that he shouldn't let his guard off. In this case, the best way to find anything out was asking his brothers if they knew about something like that, if they could recognize a spell before the effect will become visible. And, in spite of the fact that he really didn't want to leave Dean in a possible danger, he also knew it would be better if he started acting as soon as possible.
So he flapped his wings and flew straight to Heaven.
First of all, he tried to ask, from all his brothers, the one he could trust the most. The one who helped him a lot during the angelic civil war, the one who actually, even though not being much older than Castiel himself, knew more for sure.
- "I can't see anything right now." - Sighed Balthazar.
Castiel had appeared in the middle of an apartment that Balthazar managed to create for himself in Heaven. It was a very human place : richly furnished with red wood, filled with the latest technology available. Balthazar loved it, he loved the luxury of a human life, and always tried to surround himself with it.
He found his brother sitting on a comfy looking couch with a glass of French red vine. Of course Castiel himself never knew the difference between all those different type of vines, but he knew for sure that if Balthazar was drinking it, it had to be French. The other angel was sitting before a huge flat screen TV, watching a movie.
Finally noticing Castiel’s appearance, Balthazar waved his hand towards the screen, turning it off and took a closer look at his brother.
- "Are you sure?" - Asked Castiel - "I'm afraid it can be something dangerous."
- "Since when are you afraid of a witch’s curse, dear brother?" - Smirked Balthazar.
- "I'm not afraid for myself, but I wasn’t the only one to get hit by this spell" - Explained Castiel.
- "Ah," - nodded Balthazar-" Don't tell me anything else, I really don't want to hear it."
Castiel tilted his head, but remained silent.
- "Just stay here for the night, I will watch over you, and maybe we will figure something out." - Advised Balthazar. - "And no, don't worry about your human, he will call you if something happens, right?"
Balthazar invited Castiel to join him, watching movies. Castiel had experienced this sort of human entertainment before, but never really enjoyed it. Why someone would need to watch the life of people who didn’t even exist?
First they watched a movie called Da Vinci Code and Castiel found it very unrealistic, because obvisouly the Holy Grail wasn't a woman, in fact Castiel himself had a chance of holding the celestial artifact in his own hands. Balthazar smirked at that comment and said something about price and black market, so Castiel decided that he would need to check the Heaven's weaponry the next day, in case another angel decided to steal something again.
Next movie was actually less stupid in Castiel’s opinion. The angel didn't catch its name but it was about future and robots and he thought it would be something totally senseless, filled with “badass special effects”, as Den would say about those movies he liked to watch with Castiel. But he was actually surprised when he found himself watching the movie with interest. It was about a robot who wasn't like any of the others, he was different and starting to feel human emotions.
- "Pretty funny, huh?" - Smirked Balthazar again. - "This guy had an eternity before him, he was stronger than these puny humans, but yet he chose a mortal life."
- "He had his reasons, I guess." - Replied Castiel with a strange voice, which just didn’t belong to him.
He noticed Balthazar turning his head towards him, noticed his eyes becoming wider and then the other angel suddenly started to laugh.
- "Holy shit, Cassy!" - He sneered - "I expected everything but this!"
- "What happened?" - Inquired Castiel, again with this strange voice which, oddly enough, sounded so familiar.
- "Go, look at yourself in a mirror."
And Castiel did so. He didn't even need to ask where to find a mirror, because his brother had them everywhere, different sized and shaped, all over the apartment. So the angel walked in the next room, to the closest one, which was a pretty big one where Castiel could see himself from head to toes : he was still wearing his everyday suite and the trench coat but his vessel... it was different. It wasn't Jimmy's body anymore, but the body of a person he knew so well - Dean's body.
- "Oh!" - He exhaled.
- "This is hilarious!" - Laughed Balthazar. - "Wait, I have to take a picture!"
True to his words, the angel pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and aimed it towards Castiel, and the object made a snapping noise.
- "So gonna send it to Gabriel!" - He smirked.
- "I don't understand what you find so funny about this situation." - Sighed Castiel
- "Can't you see?" - Smiled Balthazar. - "Oh, it doesn't matter, you will find out!"
- "Anyway, now since we know what kind of spell it is, do we have a way to fix it?"
- "I'm not sure, but I think it won't hurt to ask our older brother. He is an archangel after all."
* * *
Several seconds later Gabriel’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it and read the message, which brought a huge grin to his face, huger than a chocolate cake could. And that’s saying something...
"Swap meat of opportunity." - said the message under a picture Balthazar took not so long ago.
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I was thinking about creating a separate account for my fanfictions, for not making my other watchers annoyed. But I'm still not sure. So I decided, that if after I finish this series, I will decide to write more, I will create another account.
Title: More Than a Curse
Author: Rinienne
Rating: PG-NC17 will be different in different chapters. PG for this one.
Genre and/or Pairing: Dean/Castiel, Sam, Bobby, Balthazar, Gabriel
Spoilers: I think to the begging of season 6, but really not much, because its little bit AU (where some stuff happened in the tv-show didn't happened)
Warnings: Some short talking about sex?
Word Count: 2826
Beta: Many thanks to annwyn who helped me with my terrible grammar! ^^
Summary: Dean, Sam and Castiel were hunting witches. Dean and Castiel got hit by a curse, which did something weird with them. Dean was in shock, Castiel was confused, Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel found it hilarious.
Chapter 1
In which Dean and Castiel get hit by a curse. Dean is in shock, Castiel feels weird, meanwhile Sam, Balthazar and Gabriel find it hilarious.
Dean could say he hated witches a hundred times in a row and it still wouldn’t rightfully describe his animosity towards them. First of all, he hated the fact that witches weren’t monsters but actual human beings, using dark magic. Secondly, he hated that they were so difficult to track : they didn't smell like sulfur, they were impossible to detect with an EMF meter and they could blend way too well into human society. But, most of all, he hated them because of their curses. He had been under the effect of a curse too many times to count - sometimes it had been something minor, like an annoying itch during a few days. Sometimes he had to carry out a difficult ritual to avoid an unpleasant death. Some of the curses, like sex ones, could be rather pleasant though, but they would never, ever, make Dean Winchester like witches.
- "You don’t feel hungry or something? Maybe you have a headache?” - Sam just couldn't stop asking questions while they were driving back to the motel they stopped by earlier.
- “I told you, no. Nothing like that."
Dean was annoyed. Not only his little brother plain refused to let him drive, because he was afraid that something could happen on the way back, but he also spent all his time asking stupid, pointless questions.
- "Maybe you have an urge to have sex?" - said little brother asked again.
- "Dude, sex is something I always want, curse or not!" - chuckled Dean.
Sam sighed, shaking his head.
- "Hey Cas, what about you?" - the younger brother turned his head towards the back seat, but only for a brief moment, keeping his eyes on the road ahead.
- "I think... sometimes my vessel requires satisfying its physical need for copulation, but I'm totally in control of it, and I don't feel any apparent change since getting hit by the curse." - replied the angel sitting in the back seat of the car, with an uninhibited tone, as discussing the weather or a movie he watched the day before.
- "Well, I asked about everything, but… this… wow " - chuckled Sam.
- "What did he just say?" - Asked Dean sarcastically - "Can you translate from Nerd to English? I think it was something funny."
About an hour ago, all three of them were cleaning a coven of witches in an old deserted mansion. One of them shot something towards Dean. Castiel jumped in front of the spell, covering the older Winchester with his body. But the spell happened to be quite powerful, and it had sent both of them crashing into the closest wall, allowing the bitch to retreat and disappear.
Castiel was sure that the spell blown up to their faces was a powerful one, but he didn’t feel anything unusual yet. Of course Dean wasn't dumb enough to hope that the witch did something wrong and missed her aim. He knew that sooner or later they would find it out, probably the hard way, and chances were that it wouldn't be something pleasant. It never was. Even all the varieties of sex curses, which at first sounded like a blessing to Dean, weren't that pleasurable after all.
But right now, he was mostly annoyed, as his brother just couldn't shut up, asking and checking things that Dean already thought about, thank you very much.
- "Listen bitch, if I start to feel anything strange, I will tell you! Ok?" - he groaned.
- "Jerk…" - replied Sam. - "I’m just trying to help."
- "I know, I’m just irritated."
Dean sighed, massaging his forehead. He turned his head to take a look at Castiel, only to find out that the angel was gone. "Perfect" - thought the hunter. Even after spending so much time on Earth with the Winchesters, he still had a serious lack of manners.
When they finally returned to the hotel, it was ten PM. Not exactly time to go to bed yet. Dean wanted to go to a bar, get a drink and maybe find someone to spend the night with, but he couldn't risk it, in case the spell would start working in the next several hours. Which was the major reason for Dean’s current bad mood.
Sam parked the Impala as close to their room's windows as possible, he knew that his brother enjoyed having a glance at his baby every time he would pass by, plus it was convenient to get to the car as quick as possible, if need be.
- "I think we will order pizza today, I’d rather not leave you alone" - stated Sam.
- "Oh, come on! I’m not a little baby!"
- "And for all we know, there’s no chance to have you suddenly going all blue from asphyxia or being covered in green ooze in the next half hour while I'll be out, grabbing food."
And, once again, Sam had a point. Dean hated to agree with his younger brother, he hated to be weak and to be a cause of trouble or worry to others, but he really didn’t have a choice.
So they ordered pizza, and luckily they had some beers in the car, so they wouln’t have to worry about food for the evening. Nevertheless, staying at the hotel room was still boring. Dean knew sleep wouldn’t come for a while, so he decided to watch some TV. And, as expected, nothing interesting was on. Not even a single entertaining movie. Finally, Dean managed to find something which was, at least, possible to watch without puking and he settled himself on a bed with a bottle of beer.
Sam was sitting on his own bed but he wasn't interested in TV, as he was working on his laptop, probably trying to find them another hunt or checking the list of curses without any immediate effect, not for the first several hours. In fact, Dean didn't really know what his little brother was doing and he didn't care.
Several times during the next four hours Dean tried to check if anything felt wrong with his body, but there was nothing noteworthy there : no itching, no pain, no burning. No nothing. Eventually, Dean started to feel tired and decided that now was a good time to wrap himself up in blankets and sleep peacefully till the next morning. And it was exactly what he did.
* * *
Next morning, Dean woke up because he was hungry. And no, hungry wasn’t the word - he was starving, as if he hadn’t eaten for several days. And he was thirsty as hell. And it was weird, because he had been full before going to bed, and after three bottles of beer you usually want to piss in the morning, not to drink. And, at Dean's surprise, his bladder felt totally empty. But he didn't have time to think about it, because he needed to eat something right now or he would fell unconscious.
Dean tried to get up from the bed but started to feel sore, as if he had been running all day long the day before. He had to put way more efforts than expected simply into rising from his bed and moving towards the fridge, still half sleeping.
He was glad that Sam, like the girl he could be sometimes, was eating so few, just a couple of pieces, leaving leftovers in the fridge for the next day. He reached for the sacred slices of baked dough and meat, bringing it to his month with inhuman greediness, without heating it first. Still filling his month with big greasy chunks of pizza, trying to swallow them without chewing, he moved towards the night stand where he saw a glass with water. He grabbed it and brought it to his lips, fulling his mouth with cold water. It wasn't tasty, especially after cold pizza, but he didn't care, he was that thirsty.
Sam slowly started to move in his bed. Even if Dean had really tried to be quiet, he still managed to wake up his brother. The younger Winchester shaked his head and set himself up on his elbows, looking at Dean with surprise.
- "What the hell, Cas?" - Asked Sam with wide eyes.
Dean looked around the room, trying to spot Castiel. But the room was obviously empty, except for him and his younger brother.
- "What? Are you sleepwalking? Where do you see Cas?" - he grumbled and his voice sounded way lower than it usual self, as if Dean had been spending a lifetime smoking.
Sam's eyes widened even more, then he stared at Dean from head to toes. He shook his head and rubbed his eyes before focusing on Dean once again.
- "D.. Dean?" he whimpered.
Suddenly, Dean felt very awake, thanks to the realization that something was very wrong here. Now that he thought about it, he actually felt smaller, his shirt was too big for him, even the room seemed a bit bigger. He slowly moved a hand to his face, finding a several days old scrub there, even though he clearly remembered shaving the day before. And speaking od his face, it has a different shape, more round somehow. He then took a closer look at said hand : it was smaller, with thin fingers and a softer skin, a hand belonging to someone who would rarely work on fixing cars, or gun cleaning, or fighting monsters or whatever Dean did everyday.
Panic slowly started to sink in. He gave his younger brother one more look before slowly heading to the bathroom, to a mirror.
If Dean hadn’t been ready to find something really wrong with his reflection, he would probably have screamed. Or at least jerk away violently from the mirror, because he never expected THIS to happen : two unnaturally blue eyes were looking at him from the smooth silvery surface of the mirror, those eyes were familiar as was the face they belonged to. Dean had seen this particular face so many times before - it was Castiel's.
Cautiously, trying not to freak out, he left the bathroom, returning to his bed and sitting on it, focusing on the motel’s dirty wall as it held the answers of every questions Dean ever had. He wasn't sure how long he stayed like that, when suddenly he heard chuckles coming from Sam's bed.
- "Is it so not funny, you bitch!" - he said, annoyed.
And then Sam could not hold it any longer and burst out laughing.
* * *
Castiel was sitting in the back seat of the Impala, listening to the conversation of the two boys after their encounter with a coven of witches. They had been hit with a curse back then, which apparently didn't affect him, at least not yet. And, to tell the truth, he wasn't sure if this spell would affect him or not, because he was an angel after all. Anyway, right now he didn't feel any change, but he knew that he shouldn't let his guard off. In this case, the best way to find anything out was asking his brothers if they knew about something like that, if they could recognize a spell before the effect will become visible. And, in spite of the fact that he really didn't want to leave Dean in a possible danger, he also knew it would be better if he started acting as soon as possible.
So he flapped his wings and flew straight to Heaven.
First of all, he tried to ask, from all his brothers, the one he could trust the most. The one who helped him a lot during the angelic civil war, the one who actually, even though not being much older than Castiel himself, knew more for sure.
- "I can't see anything right now." - Sighed Balthazar.
Castiel had appeared in the middle of an apartment that Balthazar managed to create for himself in Heaven. It was a very human place : richly furnished with red wood, filled with the latest technology available. Balthazar loved it, he loved the luxury of a human life, and always tried to surround himself with it.
He found his brother sitting on a comfy looking couch with a glass of French red vine. Of course Castiel himself never knew the difference between all those different type of vines, but he knew for sure that if Balthazar was drinking it, it had to be French. The other angel was sitting before a huge flat screen TV, watching a movie.
Finally noticing Castiel’s appearance, Balthazar waved his hand towards the screen, turning it off and took a closer look at his brother.
- "Are you sure?" - Asked Castiel - "I'm afraid it can be something dangerous."
- "Since when are you afraid of a witch’s curse, dear brother?" - Smirked Balthazar.
- "I'm not afraid for myself, but I wasn’t the only one to get hit by this spell" - Explained Castiel.
- "Ah," - nodded Balthazar-" Don't tell me anything else, I really don't want to hear it."
Castiel tilted his head, but remained silent.
- "Just stay here for the night, I will watch over you, and maybe we will figure something out." - Advised Balthazar. - "And no, don't worry about your human, he will call you if something happens, right?"
Balthazar invited Castiel to join him, watching movies. Castiel had experienced this sort of human entertainment before, but never really enjoyed it. Why someone would need to watch the life of people who didn’t even exist?
First they watched a movie called Da Vinci Code and Castiel found it very unrealistic, because obvisouly the Holy Grail wasn't a woman, in fact Castiel himself had a chance of holding the celestial artifact in his own hands. Balthazar smirked at that comment and said something about price and black market, so Castiel decided that he would need to check the Heaven's weaponry the next day, in case another angel decided to steal something again.
Next movie was actually less stupid in Castiel’s opinion. The angel didn't catch its name but it was about future and robots and he thought it would be something totally senseless, filled with “badass special effects”, as Den would say about those movies he liked to watch with Castiel. But he was actually surprised when he found himself watching the movie with interest. It was about a robot who wasn't like any of the others, he was different and starting to feel human emotions.
- "Pretty funny, huh?" - Smirked Balthazar again. - "This guy had an eternity before him, he was stronger than these puny humans, but yet he chose a mortal life."
- "He had his reasons, I guess." - Replied Castiel with a strange voice, which just didn’t belong to him.
He noticed Balthazar turning his head towards him, noticed his eyes becoming wider and then the other angel suddenly started to laugh.
- "Holy shit, Cassy!" - He sneered - "I expected everything but this!"
- "What happened?" - Inquired Castiel, again with this strange voice which, oddly enough, sounded so familiar.
- "Go, look at yourself in a mirror."
And Castiel did so. He didn't even need to ask where to find a mirror, because his brother had them everywhere, different sized and shaped, all over the apartment. So the angel walked in the next room, to the closest one, which was a pretty big one where Castiel could see himself from head to toes : he was still wearing his everyday suite and the trench coat but his vessel... it was different. It wasn't Jimmy's body anymore, but the body of a person he knew so well - Dean's body.
- "Oh!" - He exhaled.
- "This is hilarious!" - Laughed Balthazar. - "Wait, I have to take a picture!"
True to his words, the angel pulled out a cell phone from his pocket and aimed it towards Castiel, and the object made a snapping noise.
- "So gonna send it to Gabriel!" - He smirked.
- "I don't understand what you find so funny about this situation." - Sighed Castiel
- "Can't you see?" - Smiled Balthazar. - "Oh, it doesn't matter, you will find out!"
- "Anyway, now since we know what kind of spell it is, do we have a way to fix it?"
- "I'm not sure, but I think it won't hurt to ask our older brother. He is an archangel after all."
* * *
Several seconds later Gabriel’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He took it and read the message, which brought a huge grin to his face, huger than a chocolate cake could. And that’s saying something...
"Swap meat of opportunity." - said the message under a picture Balthazar took not so long ago.
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