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29 January 2011 @ 11:54 pm
Birthday schmoop for ladyeternal!  
There will be a second, porny part to this if I can get it done.

For ladyeternal - happy birthday, darling!!!
WARNING: This is OT4, with established wincest and angelcest.



Dean doesn't make a big deal out of his birthday. Sam's used to it. Every year, Sam tries to give him a present, or buy him dinner, or do something nice for him, and every year Dean gets crankier about it. "What the hell's a birthday?" he said recently at one failed celebration. "It's the day I came to life. Dude, I have come back to life so many days out of the year I should celebrate the day I didn't die, or get brought back, or die again. It's freaking clown shoes, Sammy. Forget about it."

But things are different this year, Sam gets the feeling. He gets the feeling because everything is different this year. Something happened, somewhere along the road to the Apocalypse that wasn't, and Dean and Sam ceased to be Dean and Sam, at least full-time. Sometimes, they're Dean and Sam with a side of Castiel and Gabriel, and sometimes they're Dean and Castiel with a side of Gabriel and Sam, and sometimes they're all together, and every combination works better than the least. There's more love in their hearts now than there has ever been before, and for once it's untempered by tragedy. It's the simplest their relationship has ever been. Who would have thought having a crazy sexual relationship would lessen their codependence.

But it's good. It's freeing, and it's what they deserve. It's what Dean deserves, and he's learning how to be better at accepting it. Still, this is Dean we're talking about, and that means he's going to need some persuading.

So Sam does something he hasn't done in a long time. He plays absolutely dumb.

Sam can lie even to Dean when he wants, so he ignores Dean's questions about hey aren't we gonna take the night off tonight and answers with a simplistic "Why?" Dean's face falls, and he shrugs. Over the course of the day he watches Dean's mood sink into the gutter. Sam hates this part, but this is the other good part of the new equilibrium they've achieved. He can stand to let his brother down, at least temporarily, for the greater good.

They're tracking a spirit who comes out on the quarter-moon. It's a new moon, so they figure they've got several days to research and figure out the spirit's motive. Sam, ever in charge of research, manufactures a story about how the victims all stayed at this one hotel.

"Guess I know where we're staying when the quarter-moon comes around," Dean mutters. He's full-fledged grouchy by now.

"We should go over there tonight," Sam says. "See if there's anything the vics have in common." It takes come cajoling, but Dean agrees.

They interrogate the hotel concierge, who's sucking on a mouthful of Red-Hots in rather undignified way, and Sam's nervous Dean will figure it out, but he says nothing. They're shown up to room 608, and the concierge unlocks the door and gestures for the two dapper-looking FBI agents to enter.

And he locks them in.

Dean runs to the door, slamming on it, raising holy hell and threatening to do in the concierge in variously imaginative ways. Sam tries to keep a straight face, but he steps out of the way of the shadows that suddenly emerge to bind Dean's hands and force him down onto a chair.

Dean's eyes catch Sam's briefly before he's blindfolded. "Sam! Sam, do something!" he shouts, rocking back and forth in the chair to which he's tied.

"Well," Sam says in a low drawl. "If you insist."

He slides behind Dean and starts to knead his shoulders.

Dean stills. "What the hell? Sam, are you possessed?"

"If there is one thing I've learned about you," Sam murmurs, a chuckle coloring his voice, "it's that you have to be tied down and forced to enjoy yourself sometimes."

Under the weight of Sam's heavy hands, Dean can't twist his shoulders. he tries to crane his neck but doesn't get very far. Still a little belligerent, but mostly just suspicious, he says, "What are you up to?"

"The question is, what are you up to," says a familiar voice. "And the answer is, thirty-two."

"Someone needs to tell you not to trust strangers with candy," says the guttural scrape of another familiar voice.

Dean's jaw drops. It takes him a minute to force his lips over the words. "Gabriel? Cas? The hell?"

Gabriel saunters forward, slides onto Dean's lap and raises a finger to Dean's mouth. Something creamy and sweet-smelling makes its way onto his lips. Dean's tongue flickers out experimentally. "What is that?"

"What do you think it is, dumbass? It's icing." Gabriel gives him a long kiss and licks the icing from his lips where it's strayed there.

"Icing?" And then it hits. "Wait, are you freaking kidding me?"

"You didn't think I'd really forgotten, did you?" Sam says behind him.

Castiel waves his hand. The lights go up, the blindfold falls. Dean blinks in the light and looks around. Candles are glittering on a round, dark cake on the table before him. Sam's hands idly caress his shoulder, and Gabriel's face in front of his is glittering. Behind the cake, Castiel stands, just barely smiling, patient as ever.

"Happy birthday, champ," Gabriel says.

Dean scowls. "You scared the crap out of me and tied me to a freaking chair. This is your way of giving a surprise party?"

"Anything less and you would have suspected," Castiel says.

"I should kill you both."

"And yet you never do," Gabriel says. "Why is that, exactly? I can't remember."

Letting out a frustrated huff of air, Dean surges forward and kisses him again. This time, the icing mixes with the taste of Red Hots on his tongue. Cinnamon, chocolate, and Gabriel's smile, still there even when he's puckering up for a kiss. Dean's eyes meet Cas' as the kiss goes on, and Castiel smiles. Ever patient, ever waiting his turn.

And Sam. Behind him, always there to calm him. Dean leans back into his embrace. "So do I get untied, or are you guys planning to spoon-feed me cake?"




They do let him go, eventually, but they do also spoon-feed him cake. Sam sits on one side of him, Gabriel on the other, and Castiel has the honor of sliding onto his lap and lifting sticky pieces from the platter to Dean's lips. A bite of cake, a kiss, swiping teeth and tongue to clean him off. Sam's hand rubs his back. Gabriel grins and watches.

After an eighth or ninth bite, Dean slides his arms around Castiel. "No more cake. I don't wanna be too heavy to have fun." If Sam whispers a little thank God into the atmosphere, Dean doesn't hear, or pretends he doesn't, or is too busy kissing crumbs off Castiel's lips.

Gabriel and Sam lock hands loosely around the back of the chair where Dean sits. They grin at each other. They've pulled it off. Dean's celebrating. Celebrating being alive. Dean pretends he's celebrating life all the time, but in truth he's always got the weight of every tragedy in the world on his shoulders. This time, he's really doing it.

Sam leans in and licks at his neck. Dean shivers and groans, and the chair rattles under him. Gabriel chuckles. "You kids want to take this to the bed?"

Dean's lips break from Castiel's. They're wet, puckered, swollen. "Only if you're coming with." Still staring at his lips, Gabriel has to shake himself into nodding yes.




They crawl over him, licking each inch of his skin, nipping mouths and tracing, caressing fingers. Castiel growls possessively, but he shares. Dean likes it when they fight over him. It makes him feel like he's worth something to someone. These days he's starting to feel like he's worth something to himself.

Sam stays near him, ruffles his hair. His fingertips play at Dean's jaw. "Dean," he murmurs. "This is for you. This is all for you."

Gabriel's making some pun about a birthday suit, and Castiel is absolutely fucking torturing him with his sinful mouth, but for the moment Dean is totally tuned in to Sam. Sam gave him this. Sam has waited his whole life for Dean to appreciate a birthday, and Dean figures he's finally learned how.

to be continued, maybe?

 
 
 
Morgan O'Conner: SPN Team Free Love by andrea_deermorganoconner on January 30th, 2011 05:12 am (UTC)
I'm taking advantage of Lady E's birthday by enjoying this to the fullest extent possible, because I spent most of the last two hours in tears after a really terrible night. I didn't think anything was going to cheer me up at this point, and yet somehow, as always, you managed.

♥ you bb
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 30th, 2011 05:15 am (UTC)
Ohmygosh *hugs forever* You are amazing. You need further cheering up just remember that if it weren't for you, the lovely lady and I would never have become friends - you brought us together and made magical rainbows and unicorns and things appear <3 <3 <3

To what extent I can help to dry the tears, I am honored. I am so sorry to hear there were tears at all. *loves*
Chaos, Panic, Pandemonium – my work here is done.: supernatural--cas herald angelriveroceansea on January 30th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC)


to be continued, maybe?

Yes please! And this:

Castiel growls possessively, but he shares. Dean likes it when they fight over him.

Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 30th, 2011 01:01 pm (UTC)
hee hee. Dean needs to feel loved and needed so I figure he'd love that XD So glad you enjoyed!
Lady Eternal: OT3 Bigger Bedladyeternal on January 30th, 2011 05:21 am (UTC)
Oh... my.

THIS IS AWESOME. I'm absolutely IN LOVE with this fic. Everyone is so beautifully balanced and the voices are perfect. Sam being the ringleader of this birthday surprise is just made of win, and Gabe changing form so he can be the concierge, and Cas in Dean's lap, feeding Dean the cake.... OMIGOD the hot just builds from a spark to a full-on blaze and I adore every word.

A smutty porny part two would be no less than BRAIN-MELTING, but what you've written here is so epic and so precisely what I asked for that if you ended it right here it would still be AWESOMESAUSE birthday fic that I love you to pieces for writing.

(I will be keeping a weather eye open for the pr0nz, tho... just in case they materialize.) ~_^

Thank you, BB! ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 30th, 2011 01:00 pm (UTC)
Oh my goodness. XD I'm SO glad you enjoyed it and that I was able to at least get it to you CLOSE to your birthday XD XD XD So glad you enjoyed it hon, and we'll see how the porn fairies treat me. I certainly wouldn't mind a little bit more OT4 action. Plus, I like treating Dean well :)

Seriously, glad you enjoyed it <3 <3 and yes, the cake-feeding was kind of a favorite part of mine XD
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on January 30th, 2011 05:36 am (UTC)
Oh my word! Yes! Now this is my kind of present!
Tiptoe39tiptoe39 on January 30th, 2011 01:03 pm (UTC)
haha! I'm glad you approve! XD Thanks, hon!