AN: A tiny tidbit of the BDSM nature in this chapter (ish). If knife play eeks you out then message me or email me (email on my profile). I will tell you exactly what it entails and help you out so you don't miss the final chapter however I can. There is no cutting of skin, only of clothes.

Gabe's Victory

Ahhhh. The sweet smell of victory.

Dried cum, bed sweat, and regret. The usual trio to greet you after a drunken night of ménaging and not usually an aromatic bouquet to entice feelings of superiority, but in this instance they did.

There was a short'n'sweet powwow between the four to determine the rules of Gabe's glorious victory celebration. He had reign over the other three for 24 hours and they had to do whatever he said as long as it wouldn't be physically harmful to themselves or each other.

Emotionally…there was a bit more leeway.

"You have got to be kidding me," Dean complained, staring daggers at the pretty pink bow sitting atop his present wrapped in an equally painfully bright box.

"Nope." Gabe giggled and winked at Cassie who was blushing the same fuchsia as the wrapping paper. Promises were promises. Deals were deals. Dean lost. Cassie won. "Put it on."

"No." Dean abruptly threw the box on the table. "Fuck no."

"Now, Dean." Gabe whined, loving every second of it. "Fair is fair."

"I am not wearing that."

"What is it?" Sammy chuckled, already knowing what was inside because Gabe gave him a sneak peek to the entertainment that morning.

"Dean," Cassie leaned in. "You lost."

"Because you cheated!"

"I told you I could wait. You couldn't. It's in the rules."

"Who the fuck cares if I don't?!" Dean's meaty fist slammed on the table as part of his temper tantrum. With his constant outbursts, it was a miracle Hulk hadn't torn apart everything they owned. "There's no consequences to this shit. I'm not dressing in fucking pink panties!"

"Then you won't get your dick back," Gabriel smirked. The Neanderthal turned to him with a confused expression and a 'what' just about to escape his lips but Gabe snapped his fingers before he got the chance.

Horror spread across Dean's face as his eyes dropped to the zip on his jeans. He quickly unbuttoned the top and pulled the fabric away, seething as he glared at Gabriel with more venom than Eve's snake. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"

"You were being a dick so I grabbed yours. Ew. Visuals." Gabe rubbed his hands on his pants just to be safe. "Maybe it'll even out your personality."

Dean looked back at his barren wasteland and with all the scary juice he could muster, he gave his deadliest glare face and lowest growl. "Put it back."

"Keep your panties on," Gabe said pointedly, shoving the box back across the table.

"PUT IT BACK!" he snapped.

Gabe sucked on the lemony taste of that pissed off face for a moment more before calmly continuing, "You'll get it back at the end of my twenty four. As long as you do what I say. If you don't, we'll even out the playing field and give you the titties and the bitties for your fabulous new wardrobe."

Dean had never looked so adorably furious before. His shaking hands grabbed the box – crumpling the beautiful packaging- and he stomped towards the bathroom, slamming the door and screaming incoherent threats on the top of his lungs.

Hulk mad. No like Hulk when mad.

"That's a good girl," Gabe smirked and turned to the other two.

"Did you really take his dick?" Sam asked, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Gabe chose to throw a wink his way and focus on the younger bro for a moment. "Cassie, Cas, Cassie. What to do with you. You're just so young and innocent. It's almost no fun. Almost. Let's see if we can play with that." He snapped his fingers and Cas' head tilted to the side, a perfect image of that naïve confusion. Gabe explained, "You're not going to know why but you're going to want some things from Deannie boy today. You probably won't even know what they're called. Maybe he'll explain a few to ya. He'll be without demonstration until he gets his dick back. That'll drive him mad." Gabe rubbed his hands together and slumped back into his chair. "Oh man, this is so fun for me. We'll call yours 101 Kinks in 24 hours. Sounds like a good movie. Write that down, Sammy!"

Dean soon rounded the corner, face red as a brick and dressed pretty in pink. "I look like a fucking Ken doll!"

"Who dresses their Ken dolls like that?" Sam teased.

Dean's ensemble was a personal favorite. The colors were black and pink. Hot, hot, hot pink. Dean's feet were decked out in a pair of custom made heels, two inches tall with little pink ribbons tied on top. Those macho, hairy legs were covered with the crisscross pattern of sturdy black stockings, held up by a pair of clips with small pink bows to match the shoes. The garters linked up with the most delicate pair of silk panties. They were bikini style in cut and laid flat against Dean's now dick-lacking body.

Hugging in that gut of a stomach was the cutest darn tooting corset the world has ever seen. It too was silk, matching the blinding color of the bottoms, and tied together in the back with the interworking of black string. The top and bottom had slips of lace circling from back to front, black and layered.

The anti-possession tattoo was on full view as there were no straps to this baby. The only strap was around his neck –a black choker necklace hiding his adam's apple.

The outfit was an obvious fav. On Dean-o, not so much-o. But that didn't stop him from snapping a few blackmail photos when Dean wasn't looking.

Gabriel peeked at Cassie to confirm his eyes were open wide, his legs suddenly crossing closed. Kink 1 down, 100 to go. Oh yeah, super fun.

Dean crossed his arms over his front, his hands poking at the point where his bulge would have pushed. It was a good thing Victoria didn't need to hide his secret. Gabe didn't need to see more than he had to and silk was a slippery slope.

"What if I have to piss?" Dean snapped, near foaming at the mouth. This playboy bunny was rabid. Too bad for Cassie most of the kinks on his list included some form of biting.

"Then wipe front to back, cus you're gonna be squatting like a lady." Gabriel started laughing his head off as Dean only grew angrier. Rabid playboy bunny Hulk? They'd need the shotgun pretty soon. Lucky for them, there were at least ten in this room alone. Winchesters.

"Dean," Cas suddenly squeaked, his body twitching in his chair. "I need to talk to you."

"What?!" Dean snapped.

"I have the sudden need to expel certain fluids over your chest. I don't understand why but I need you to meet me in the bathroom." He jumped up, and up again over the table, not even bothering to walk around. Startled, Dean almost went toppling in those killer heels and Cas had to grab him. "Now."

"What?!" Dean shoved him off. "NO!"

"Please. I'm going to explode if-"

"NO FUCKING WAY!" Dean scrambled away and tried to flee the room. "I already said no waterworks!"

"What are waterworks? Are they like fireworks? Do they explode as well?"

Gabriel clapped as Cassie ran after Dean. He sang, "Ninety-nine more kinks on the list, ninetynine more kinks!" He snorted and pushed back until his chair was half off the ground. "That is never going to get old, Sammy."

Sammy was just barely containing his own laughter but he was nervous too. He had every reason to be. He squirmed on his squeaky chair –the chairs really were taking a beating this week- and sighed, "Oh god."

Gabe smirked and leaned forwards, popping fresh gum in his mouth. "Don't worry kiddo. I promised to make it enjoyable for us both. I'm keeping that promise. Your branch of a dick will stay firmly attached to that tree trunk. Meet you at your room in an hour. I need to prepare."

This was going to be sweet.

And Gabe liked sweet.

Abouts the time an hour ticked by, Gabe went to pick up his man. Unfortunately, the panty-lined dimwit was outside the hall, catching Sammy's amused attention.

"Why are you staring at your junk?" Sam feigned innocence, "Oh right. No junk to stare at."

"Shut it," Dean snapped, glaring at the garters that guarded nothing.

Sam slapped his arm, "You'll get it back."

"It's so fucking weird. It's like I got phantom dick." Dean waived his hands around his groin, trying to locate the Houdini dick.

Hm. It must have sucked to be a Houdini groupie. An invisible big one.

Dean continued to growl, "It's moving but it's not even there! Where is it?"

"Resting in vinegar, pickles." Gabe made his dramatic entrance with a flourish, which instilled the most menacing scowl on Deanarino's face. "Whoa!" Gabe held out a hand. "Save some of that passion for the bedroom."

"I swear to god you better get me my dick back or I'll stuff this corset in your mouth and tie the bows around your throat and then I'll-"

"Asphyxiation? Has Cassie gotten to that kink yet?" Gabe leaned in as if he had a secret, "I heard it can take your breath away."

Sam gave a snort just as Cassie's timing stumbled onto perfect. The little bro came tumbling around the corner looking one hell of a hot mess.

Gabe went ahead and snapped on some Cobra Starship for inspiration.

"Cas!" Dean perked up as soon as he saw him, already backing away on the defense.

Hadn't anyone ever told him the best defense was a good offense? Well…hard to go on the offense without the quarterback in play.

"Dean!" Cas gleefully ran towards him like Julie Andrews skipping through a field of aphrodisiac flowers, singing about the hills being alive with the sound of repression. Cassie urgently continued the number –even though it clashed with Gabe's background helper-, "I need to see you eat a cucumber." He gasped in a breath, "Slowly."

"No!" Dean shuffled back, tripping over his heels as he looked for the closest exit.

Cas pouted. "Then at least a plate of Oreos."

"Not now, Cas." Dean spun away, and Gabe suddenly regretted not adding a flowing skirt to the mix.

"Just one row." Cas complained, following. "Lick the icing off your hand. Please!"

"No!"

Cas huffed. "At least sit on a cake."

"What?!" Dean spun on the spot.

Gabe snapped his fingers and in Cassie's hands appeared a double decker devil's food cake with extra frosting on top. Oh, and a mini statute of Dean in his getup, with a pretty pink blush, red lipstick, and wide eyes batting thick black eyelashes. Betty Boop had some competition.

He snagged a bit of frosting and pushed Cas to run after Dean, cheering "You two kids have fun!"

"Should I be worried?" Sam asked, watching closely as Gabe licked his fingers clean.

"You?" Gabe scoffed. "No."

"So my dick stays intact and I don't have to sit on a cake?"

"Even better." He spun to his baffled babe and shimmied his shoulders. "A date."

"A date?" Sammy wasn't enticed by the shuffle.

"You have to go on a date with me." Gabe shrugged at the incredulousness written over Sammy's face. "What? I can be classy sometimes."

"I don't believe that for a second."

"Just one date." Gabe smirked and winked. "Then I'll have you squeaking louder than a whore's mattress."

Sammy's eyes twinkled, "And there he is."

"But on your best suit Sammy! It's about to get ripped off."

"Then why would I put on my best?"

"Second best." Gabe flapped him away. "Let's go, chop chop."

While waiting for Sammy, Gabe was treated to another show of kink and hide.

"That's disgusting!" Dean stomped off, getting surprisingly good at walking in his new shoes. "No way."

Cas groaned. Poor frustrated sucker. "Then I'll put your toe in my mouth." Oooh, sucker having a whole new meaning in this case. "Come on! Dean! Stop being such a prude."

"Prude?" Dan flapped around to look for support and found the angel lurking near. "Gabriel! Take this-" Dean flailed at Cas like the most distracting inflatable tube man. "-off him. Make him stop."

"Mmmmmmmmmm," Gabe hummed and tilted his head with a bright smile, "No." Dean screamed and Gabe winked at Cas. "Go get 'em Cassie. Lock him down."

"Dean," Cas walked ahead of them, a thought popping into that clueless little head of his. "Where are the handcuffs?"

Dean glared at Gabe, "I hate you."

Gabe chuckled, "Get going, Barbie! He won't wait for you."

Speaking of waiting.

Sammy was taking far too long to tug on a tux. If he was tugging on anything else, Gabe was going to kill him.

"Yo, Sammy! What're you doing in there? I swear your hair looks fine! Move it or lose it!"

Gabe could hear him gulp from behind the door as Sam asked nervously, "Lose what?"

"You don't wanna know. So go, go, go!"

Sam ripped open the door and glared. Pretty and menacing. He looked like a vengeful angel sent from above. Of course, that wasn't true. Vengeful angels tended to have more blood splatter and less sex appeal. And appeal he had.

Every man looks good in a tux but Sammy Winchester couldn't be associated with such an adjective. No, no, no. He was more than just good. He was a six foot bundle of sex swaddled in the silk of seduction. More appealing by every layer waiting to be peeled off. The only thing making him more delectable was the pout he wore.

"My, oh, my." Gabe popped in a hand fan and started using it on himself. "Don't you clean up good."

"I'm very concerned about this."

Gabe grabbed his shoulder and squeezed. "As you should be."

'Date' was a strong word. Beneficial circumstances might have better explained what Gabriel had in mind. Kinda. All the elements to a date were there –dinner, wine, instrumental Frank Sinatra- but the whole 'mutual enjoyment' aspect was totally over rated.

It was too beautiful a sight to see Sammy in those threads. The ripping and the peeling would have to come later. For now, Sammy would take a seat and do his dating duty –AKA, hand feeding him lemon squares while Gabriel soaked in a hot tub of hot chocolate. Lemon squares and hot chocolate may not seem like they go together but the coco did wonders for his skin and lemon squares were one of daddy's best creations.

In the corner of Gabe's renovated room sat the wheel of awkward, holding every first date-y type question a person could ask and reluctantly answer. It was Sam's job to play show host and spin the wheel whenever Gabe clicked his fingers together. The angel did consider flipping that suit into something of the Vanna White collection but stopped himself.

Can I buy a 'Y' was he doing this? Because the buildup had to be good on this one.

The envelope opened and Sam read, "If you could invite a group of famous people, living or dead, to a dinner party, who would they be?" He made sure to drop the card to the ground and bitch face at the coco soaked master of dating. "Seriously?"

There was no need to stop the awesomeness at lame ass questions and hand feeding. Rub down time!

Sammy eyed him warily as he moved onto the last of the little piggy's on Gabe's feet, massaging as per his duty. "You're being extra nice to me. Well…not nice but…not…You said you were gonna get me back."

Gabe hummed without opening his eyes. Those gargantuan hands really held the touch. "Can't a fella be nice to his squeeze?"

"Not you."

"Am I really that bad?"

"Yes." Sam confirmed without hesitation. "You have a full day of telling me what to do and you're wasting it on something like this. Not that I mind. But why? What's your game plan? You warming me up to a threesome or something? Cus I will draw the line."

"Sammy," Gabe sighed and opened his eyes, hiking up to his elbows to lull the nimrod back into a false sense of security. "I can make people do what I want any day every day. The only difference today is you Winchesters aren't coming after me with the Loki skewer. The dynamic duo of 72 more kinks to go are distracted and I have you all to myself. Why waste that by having you dangle over a pit of octopi or force you to sing every word that comes out of your mouth?"

"Please don't."

"See, no fun." He slumped back down and wiggled his foot in Sam's face until he took it. "Today's special. We're gonna make it fun."

"That's actually kinda nice."

"Then you're gonna screw me senseless."

"Almost nice."

What was really nice was the way that massage turned from feet to back to scalp. Gabe had plenty of ladies and men to rub him down over the years but nothing unlocked his knots like Sammy fingers. The fact that they started to roam was just another spoonful of icing. Bonus boners were the best.

Whelp, that couldn't go anywhere just yet. There was still kiss assing to be done…and not even the dirty kind.

Onto part three. Wine. Lovely, lovely, wine.

A constant wine fountain trickled in the corner of the room and they slumped against the side of a couch, dipping in their glasses and taking swigs as they talked about whatever. Something about President Obama making a good dinner guest.

"You get a couple of drinks in him and I bet he'll be the life of the party," Gabe defended. "He'll be leading the cha-cha with maracas right down stick butt lane."

"Stick butt lane?" Sam laughed.

"You know," Gabe nodded and swigged his drink. "Congress."

"This is the weirdest date I've ever been on." Sam's smile made his dimples show and it was impossible not to rest a hand over those pokable dips. Sam's smile jumped before dropping again as he asked, "You ever done this before? Like, a date?"

"Why would I need to do that?"

"When you could just snap your fingers and have anyone in the world."

"Exactly."

"And you chose me because I'm just that lucky?"

"Billions of you humans and yet you're my fav." Gabe found himself leaning in too far, his thumb starting to circle on Sam's cheek. Those eyes were drawing him in, the tongue just peeking out along the edge of those lips… He slapped Sam's cheek and jumped up before he could change his mind. "Stop questioning yourself there Sammy lamb. You're gonna be in charge pretty soon."

"Me in charge?"

"Follow me."

Topsy turvy and tipsy, Gabe cut the date shorter than he intended to get to the good stuff.

Another sweep through the Bunker's corridors brought the delights of this victorious day.

The play's the thing and this show was getting to be quite revealing.

Cas was attempting to sprint after Dean but wasn't getting very far. He kept tripping over the pants around his ankles, screaming, "My posterior is pattable! Come back!"

Dean wasn't coming any time soon so the protests came back instead, "I'm not spanking you, Cas!"

"It doesn't need to be hard. Just tap it!"

"Yeah," Sam yelled from behind. "Just tap it, Dean!"

Both Sam and Gabe fell into a fit of laughter as Dean threw the Oreos in his hand back in Cas' direction- as if they were tiny sugary grenades that could hold the horny beast back.

"Why are we headed to the dungeon?" Sam asked, nerves back on the fritz.

"For the party." Gabe opened the doors with a snap and jumped into newly renovated room number two.

Fifty shades of horrible had nothing on this bad boy. Everything any human or world-traveling angel could imagine that had anything remotely to do with the pleasure of the body and/or vessel rested within those four walls. Most could be found lining the walls but in the center of this stockpile of sin-heaven rested a padded table complete with head rest, partible leg rests, and angle adjustments. All at Sam hip height.

Oh, and a packet of skittles waiting on top.

Gabe shuffled in, running his hand through the air as he pointed out the goodies. "Angel cuffs and a thousand playthings. Cassie may be closing in on this later, but for now it's all yours. You are now in charge, big boy."

"In charge?"

So adorable when so confused. Gabe jumped back and lowered his voice, reaching a baritone that could break through the shocked fog surrounding those hair crowned ears. "I'm telling you, to tell me what to do."

Sam's eyes flickered around the room. "But I haven't thought about-"

"Please," Gabe scoffed. "Anyone who thinks about fucking me as much as you do has some ideas. I can see some forming now."

Gabe didn't dive into Sammy's mind to see if any ideas were actually forming. The fun in this was the surprise after all.

Surprise suprise, then take the prize, he thought with a smirk.

Based on Sammy's eyes glazing over, he must have thought of something.

"Safe word?" Sam asked, still distracted by the playroom, grabbing the cuffs Gabe pointed out.

Gabe smirked, "Collywobbles."

"Still?" Gabe raised an eyebrow and Sam shoved him off, "Whatever. I'm not even a little bit shocked. Go on then. Table. On your back."

Gabe happily jumped onto the table and positioned himself to the best of his ability while still fully clothed in his jeans and t-shirt. He raised his arms over his head, waiting for Sammy to clasp them together. It took him a right too many seconds to get his ass over there, but he eventually did what he was supposed to do and clicked them into place, tossing the well placed skittles onto the floor in the process.

"Hey, we coulda used those," Gabe pouted.

Sam leaned over him for an upside down kiss worthy of Spider-Man's approval. When he pulled back his voice was low and gruff, all sorts of appetizing with his teasing tone. "The only thing getting used today is you."

The cravings were hitting him a bit lower than his stomach and he needed more than just a taste. Sam leaned away before he could steal it so Gabe curved his body up, giving him full view of the sumptuous smorgasbord he was snubbing. "A room full of toys and you're not even going to play with one of them?"

"I never said that."

There were so many options. Sammy was taking his time looking over them all, shrugging off his jacket and rolling up his sleeves. Yes, oh, yes. Alright, so he may or may not have had ulterior motives for the romanticizing. Schmoozing Sammy was the only way to get him to play along. Sam needed to play in order to get his kumuppins. But what would his choice in toy be? The ball gag or the spider gag? The whip? The riding crop? The handy helper, the cock ring, the beads, the plug, the nipple clamps, the-

"Ice cubes?" Gabe asked, crestfallen.

"You're a bit too excited for this." An evil, evil grin spread across that knowing face as Sam shook the disappointing looking bucket. Why was that even in here? Sam was obviously trying to drive him insane on purpose. "You need to cool down."

"I could cool down with a large splash of lube. It's right over there." Gabe wrenched himself up, pointing with the tip of his toe towards the back corner of the room. "Next to the dildos and the sex swing."

"This will be fine."

"Fine?"

An annoyed sigh met his complaint and Sam rolled his eyes and deadpanned, "Amazing. Fantastic. I'll have you begging. Better?"

"Sir," Gabe dropped his feet and leaned back as far as he could and gave the most off-angle salute a person could give. "Yes, sir."

"Good." Sammy dumped the ice bucket to the ground and whipped out the knife hiding inside it.

It was a slick and small Swiss army knife. Something more likely found in a Winchester's back pocket than any pack of gum. "Now hold still."

There we go. Knife play was better than frostbite any day.

Bad boy Sam was definitely there somewhere. Just as predicated.

Gabe sunk back onto the table as Sam did a lap, the knife glittering in the lights overhead. It would be a lie to say Gabe's never found himself in this position before, but to have someone with a knife who'd actually used one before was new. This potential was cutting edge.

Gabe peeked through hooded eyes when Sam drew near, the tip of the blade sliding over the collar of his shirt and steadily skimming all the way down to his stomach. There, the ice-chilled blade ducked under his shirt and laid flat against the sensitive space just below his belly button. His body twitched and his muscles ached to move but he knew a twitch too sharp and that end would be cutting more than just belly button lint. Not that it mattered with the whole archangel thing but still, the game had to be played to be fun.

Sam grabbed that shirt in his fist and leaned over Gabe's face, dark eyes catching his as the knife slipped through the fabric, slicing all the way up to his neck. There he held the cool metal to his collarbone as he crushed equally chilled lips against Gabriel's mouth.

Someone had their fingers –lips and tongue- in the ice jar. That cool mouth did a surprisingly good job at heating him up. Distracting him too. He didn't even realize his frisky companion ripped off a chuck of his shirt until it was covering his eyelids, blocking him from seeing where this was going.

Johnny Frost pulled away and dropped the knife back in the bucket with a clunk as he dipped down for a cube, pulling the shirt away from Gabe's body and dropping the tip of the square onto his skin. Not nearly as fun as the spike tipped ball Gabe had his eye on, but it sent chills down his spine all the same.

Like a Minnesota blizzard, there was no telling which direction this freeze out was going to fly. The lazy patterns drawn across his exposed skin were actually more of an annoyance than a turn on and he made the tease aware of that, but he was ignored.

As Gabe throbbed and whined, pulling on his cuffs, waiting for something fun to actually start, he barely noticed the first cube puddling out. Only when the water slipped down the padding and very cold and sneaky drops crawled their way to the band of his jeans and wiggled against his crack did he sigh and say, "You have me begging for more hot chocolate. You know, I'm pretty sure it goes ice first then steamy sex and chocolate. Not-"

Gabe squeaked at the interruption to his complaining. Sam decided it was the best time to sneak attack him with two ice cubes pressed directly into sensitive nipples and a warmed up mouth licking at his navel and biting down hard at the point where buttoned jeans lay across his hips.

Surprise sensory overload did wonders to a numb body.

"Houston, cancel the chocolate. We have take off!"

Sam smiled against Gabe's stomach and chewed heat back into every inch of chilled out skin while keeping those torturous little cubes pressed against his nipples, now pointing due polar north. His rocket was prepared to launch full throttle by the time Sammy had licked up every trickle of water, leaving him a wet mess of hot and cold.

When three more cubes were placed against his chest his anxiousness wasn't having any of it. Nomore on the rocks. He was ready to rock and rumble. Slow as you go was not what he had in mind at all. "C'mon Sammy." He nearly begged. "I played the waiting game already. I don't need to meet Godot. Let's go!"

Sam pulled away from him, taking his heat and leaving him as cold as outer space as water trickled over his sides and puddled under his back.

"I'm not the lady of the lake," Gabe added, squirming as his jeans started rubbing him the wrong way. The stupid water was making them chaff. "I don't need to be in water to take Excalibur!"

Sam chuckled, farther away now. "Is that you begging?"

Gabe groaned, "Sure. Whatever. Just move it."

"You're awfully bossy for someone who put me in charge."

"Backsies then. I'm in charge, and you need to hurry up. Rules are rules. So hop to it and do it!"

Sam was so obviously pouting, even if Gabriel couldn't see him. It took a good thirty seconds too long for him to say anything. "Fine. But next time, I want to play it my way. I want to take you apart for hours on end, just like I promised I could. We were barley getting started. And there are so many things in this room."

"Angel here! I can bring them back into play any day. And it's not my fault you've suddenly stopped with the frenzy fuck fantasies. I've gone days without your stuffing and a constant stream of Sammy spamming jamming up the works."

"Not my fault you read my mind."

"You want to snail pace it next time? Fine." He thrust his hips into the air, humping at every angle. "But let's get this show on the road."

"No worries. I'm going."

"Hakuna ma-fuck me!"

Sam shoved those partible legs open and locked them into place, stepping into the hole they left, and Gabriel hoped he was on his way to shoving himself in another hole pretty soon. Thank the inventor of KY that Sam was actually listening to him, or this party would have been cut short way too soon. Revenge was best served cold but come on.

With practiced ease, Sam slit the knife through the bottom cuff of the jeans and gradually slid it up the inside of Gabe's legs, just enough for him to feel the edge of the blade's chill, but never touching his skin. That chill slid to more sensitive areas and Gabe stayed as still as possible as it climbed to his very commando center. There Sam toyed with the seam, pressing and twisting and bunching and… pressing and…again…and… "Are you having trouble down there?"

Sam huffed and continued to fight the fabric. A battle that had Gabe trying to pull his balls back to pre-puberty status. More grunts came and Gabe stared down in blindfolded horror as the edge of the blade brushed something very much not cotton.

Sam growled, "It's stuck on the seam."

"Would you just-" This was not the tugging Gabriel had in mind. That blade was far too close to the goodies for his comfort.

"Jeans are hard to cut okay?"

"Just use-" The rip made Gabe balls curl. "I did not order the Brazilian!"

Sam grumbled, "I got it! Shut it."

Gabe tried not to flinch as the rest of his jeans were cut along the seam down his other leg. Sam didn't bother cutting them off completely, probably too embarrassed by his first go at the good stuff, but they were easy to move away.

Gabe closed his eyes tight and waited for the painfully slow process Sammy probably played out. He readied himself for a chilling finger to probe and prod unnecessarily so he could finally put his plan into-

"OHhh-" Gabe gasped and his grace jumped as he felt all those beautifully thick inches shove straight into him – no prep or hassle. Sam just impaled him, filling him to the brink as slacks pressed against ripped up jeans.

"What?" Sam asked with a cocky raise of the brows and grabbed onto the table, plowing those hips straight into Gabe with mighty speed.

The world blurred behind his blindfold and Gabe thrashed, his hands pulling painfully tight against those cuffs –a part of him wishing for the fuzzies they used before. But dammit, this was the ticket. This rough, macho madness was getting him right off. The cubes of ice left on his body rolling right off as well, trapped under his hot sin.

Sam was relentless and it was just what he needed.

"Don't-" he continued to gasp as his grace pulsed with every thrust. "Don't stop. Don't stop. Don't-"

"Stop?" Sam asked innocently and completely and abruptly pulled his hips entirely away, stepping back from the table.

Gabe screamed and Sam chuckled, thrusting himself back inside. "Don't worry. I told you I could go a long time." He picked up again, adding his hand to the mix.

Oh mylanta, that was what he needed –Sammy fingers. His grace was burning brighter and brighter and he could feel himself climbing higher and higher. This fast and frantic was really doing it for him. He was so fucking close.

Then Sam continued over the moans, "In fact. Gabe?" He seemed to actually ask for him.

"Present," he panted back as those pistoning hips slowed and Sam's fingers wrapping painfully tight around his base. "Fuck-" Gabe cursed as he flopped back onto the table.

Sam pinched hard, leaning over, another smug smile audible on his lips. "You cheated. Didn't you?"

Gabe lay there a moment, letting the silence linger. Could he ever really outsmart the smarty Winchester? His only answer was a wiggle of the brows and a wiggle of the hips.

"That won't make you come." Sam squeezed tighter on the torturous hold.

"Your timing is worse than Santa on Easter."

Another painful squeeze, "Answer." An ice cube was suddenly thrown atop the head of his cock and the scream was more than necessary at that point.

Who the fuck cared anymore? It was so damn worth it. "Night before last." Gabe confessed through his locked jaw. Sam pinched harder and moved the ice along the bottom of his shaft. Gabe whined and sputtered, "You were wearing cutoffs!"

Sam's head titled to the side and gave an accusatory stare. "That's it?"

"Yeah." Sam pinched even harder and pulled out of his body altogether, the ice cube now nearing the place his totally hot cock had been. No, no, no. This was not the plan! "Unless you count dream wanks," Gabe quickly added and tried to chuckle but Sam did not thrust back inside as he expected. "You're the one that said dreams don't count!"

"For humans! And I never even said that. Besides, you are an angel. You don't dream. You walk. It counts. When?" Sam stepped away from him taking his hand and any sort of contact with him. "When?"

Gabe squirmed on the table, exaggerated shaking of his head shifting the cuffs and ripping more of his tattered clothing. "The truth? You can't handle the-"

"Gabriel!"

"Day two!" he gasped, desperately trying to reach out for another touch. "After breakfast."

"Really?"

"Who cares?! It was a dream!" He started thrusting into the air. "Now, come on!"

"I don't think so. You made us all think you won. Even I beat you."

"Congratulations. Give the man a prize!" Gabe made a show of gesturing down at his wrecked body. "Oh, hey look. There you go!"

"You know I don't like cheaters," Sam said with an evil growl. "Cheaters don't get to come."

"I didn't have sex with you!"

"That's not the point."

"It was hard!"

"Not like the rest of us."

"Can we not talk about the past? I wanna focus on making you feel so good, you feel like you're floating." A snap of the fingers and Gabe's wish came true. Sam's now naked body lifted off the ground and spun him until his back was pressed up against the ceiling. Gabe joined him a moment later, eye and hand restraints off, straddling Sam's center, and shoving himself down on that beast of a cock. "Oops. Guess I cheated. Again."

"We're on- you- we- it's- we're on the ceiling?! Those cuffs were fake!"

"I waaaaas going to have some fun. Revenge is a dish best served in sex. But you just had to go and ruin it with your morals. Oh, Sammy. I was gonnga get my jollys out, then get you back for being a little shit all week. Keep you on the brink of orgasm while I fucked you slow for the rest of the night. Oh, and I mean that. All. Night. Maybe use a real toy or two on you. But you just had to go and screw my game. This works too."

Gabe winked as Sam was left to sputter, holding onto Gabriel for dear life as he rode him hard, slamming his nearly finished body back up to where it was, just barely on the edge of the best orgasm of his life…or at least of this year. There was this one time in 546 AD where he was kissed by a siren and ahoy sailor! Nothing topped that crash landing.

Sammy's eyes were wide as he wriggled up towards the light fixture, a tiny little fly caught in the spider web of Gabe's angel mojo. In Sam's freaking loud mind he was freaking out over his adrenaline rush, the floor so far below and Gabe pinning him with such pleasure. No safe word was spoken so Gabe continued to buck into him, panting as he neared the finish. Just on the edge. So close. Just a few thrusts more. He could feel it nearing. That's it. It was there. Almost. He could- could- could-

"URGHhhh-" Gabe yelled. This build would not burst. This damn would not break. This balloon would not pop. Why the fuck wasn't he coming yet?! "What is happening?"

Sam's fretful face fell into a smug little smile. "Curious thing," he panted as Gabe started to slow. "As soon as Dean lost, I went to the library and a book didn't run from me. I was actually able to open it and read it. I checked, I could go online. And I reckon that if I tried to open the door, I could do that too. Couldn't I, Gabriel?"

Smarty bombarty ruining the party.

Gabriel resumed slow thrusts and tossed his head to the side. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't." Sam glared as best one could do while pinned to the ceiling. "But get this. You know what I found in this mystery book? A spell. A very interesting spell. A chastity spell. A very powerful one."

Chastity. The mother of all evil. Well, except the mother of all evil but that bitch was dead.

Whatever. There were only a few books out there with Enochian secrets and also the Angel tablet but that was gone and there was no way Sammy got his hands on Enochian Rhymes to Abstinence. The Men of Letters probably had one stuffed up their asses somewhere but there was no way he'd even be able to read it. Unless…"Castiel?"

Sam's smile confirmed all. "He didn't know what he was helping me with."

Gabe's jaw twitched. "After all I did for him."

"Didn't actually need him much. Told you I could go on the internet again. I found the webpage I bookmarked on Enochian translation and pronunciation."

"You didn't."

Sam chuckled darkly, "I kinda did. You're not coming, Gabriel. You're not coming for a while. I did the small version. I'd give it a week. Maybe two."

Hell-o kitty no.

Gabe jumped a hand to his cock and started vigorously rubbing himself off, trying harder than ever to make himself come. He started riding Sam again at the same time, pounding him into the ceiling and crying out as the orgasms continued to jump out of reach.

He tried to find the source of the damn curse, tried to rid it from his body but he couldn't find the blasted thing. It had to be real angel magic mojo jojo.

"You bastard," he spat and Sam panted a laugh. "I can just make you undo it. You have a half a day left of doing what I say."

Sam's laugh continued, "There is no counter spell."

"There's always a counter spell."

"Look for yourself. Go ahead and try."

Gabe jumped off and Sammy seeds fell from the ceiling, raining down over him in a mockery of a shower with thunder moans sounding overhead. He flicked the semen off and jumped to the library to find the cursed book Sam tinkered his toy with.

The book was laying right there on the table, right behind horny and hornier.

"I need you to put ice cubes down my pants and sing the 'Jingle Bell Rock'."

Dean's groan was losing muster, "Why the 'Jingle- What the hell happened to you?" he laughed as he spotted Gabe in his lost in the jungle look.

"Your brother is a complete ass," he huffed and flicked the two away with his fingers. Alone, he picked up the book and skimmed in from back to front in less than ten seconds. Mother fucker. "Asshole!"

The fucking spell had no counter spell because it was meant for fucking angels. No angel would need a fucking chastity spell to be undone. Apparently. And especially not with humans because that was blasphemous. Or whatever. Which meant he was stuck with fucking blue balls for the remainder of its existence.

There had to be a loop hole.

Sam was now safely on the floor level when Gabe came jumping back into the room. He passed right by the asshat and jumped to the sex toys. Dildo number 32 has a fleshlike feel with a vibrator setting. If he couldn't get off on that, nothing would do it.

"You read the book yet?" Sam asked with a smirk.

Gabe ignored him and sat right on down on top of 32, his head reeling with pleasure the instant he turned it on. He fucked himself hard, giving Sammy a good view as his hands worked furiously fast over every inch of himself.

He spat between thrusts, "Spell tied to humans. Not human. Need to come. There's a loop hole- in my hole."

Sam's dark eyes watched intently as Gabe rubbed himself raw –never coming across that finish line. Another puddle left by the victorious Sammy spilled onto the floor before he left, leaving Gabe alone to enjoy the victories of being the winner: absolute and pure frustration.

Karma was a bigger bitch than Chastity.

Bobby walked up to the bunker door that afternoon, his books and ingredients packed in his car. He hoped this –whatever this was- that could get past all the Bunker's defenses was easier to break than they thought, cus he couldn't take much more than a cold beer at the moment. Stupid people were the bane of existence and far too many existed for Bobby's liking. He was done with idiotic pinheads who couldn't tell their left foot from a troll's ass. If one more stupid-

Son of a bitch.

He walked right through the easily opened Bunker door and yelled over the balcony, "Did you morons try opening the door?"

"Yes," Castiel's voice called up from the table below.

Next to him was a very disturbing sight. Maybe the lack of sleep took more out of Bobby than he expected. He snapped as he looked at Dean, "What in the name of blue blazes are you wearing boy?!"

"Don't ask, Bobby." Dean dropped to the table, his corset and choker still painfully visible. "Don't ask."

"Dean," Castiel turned to Dean. "I want to take you while Bobby watches."

"Not now, Cas!"

Bobby'd seen plenty in his day. Hell, more than any he knew. But he was not prepared for this shit. Not at fucking all. He needed a cold beer, a nap, and research to figure out what the hell universe he fell into.

He could see Sam entering from the corridor and hoped to god he'd get some answers from him. That was until he saw the tiny angel clinging onto his leg, dragged along like an adult sized child throwing a temper tantrum and if his clothes were anything to go by, Sam had been dragging him a long while.

"What in the name of Sam Hill?" Bobby gasped.

"Hey, Bobby," Sam nodded, appearing not to be phased by the leech on his leg.

"Sammy, c'mon." Gabriel begged, not letting go. And whatever the hell kinda power cord was trailing that ass' ass, Bobby really didn't want to know. "Sammmmm. Take if off me. Let me come! I need to get my O-face on!"

"What the hell going on here?" Bobby said more to himself than anyone else but Castiel –ever thoughtful- answered anyway.

"Gabriel had not had sex the longest and now has control over the three of us for a day. I want Dean to engage in multiple sexual acts with me as he wears his new lingerie. Such as painting his face in my semen and dancing like Bob Fosse. He is refusing me because he does not have a dick. And I believe Gabriel has a garment of some kind making him unable to come or have sex and Sam must hold the key. Perhaps it is locked the same way the doors were. Since you were able to open the doors, maybe if you touch Gabriel's-"

"I'm outta here," Bobby huffed and sped right out the door to the closest bar, hopefully back to his own reality. This was a witch's spell or Trickster or some shit and he apparently needed to figure it out. "Idjits."

THE END

The episode of Seinfeld you need to watch is "The Contest", Season 4 episode 11. If you need help finding it online, just ask.

This fic has been weird guys. Really freaking weird. And awesome. For a side project (I admittedly did not have a lot of time for) I'm quite proud of it. If one can be proud of such things….I can manage.

The goal was a laugh a chapter. I'm hoping some of you reached that goal. I think Cas' POV won all the votes but the others were fun to write too.

I've had so many lovely reviews on this, so much positive feedback. It truly has been quite wonderful. A special shout out to my guest reviewers as well. Know I did read yours and I'm very happy with all of ya :) I'm very shocked and appreciative. I am a potato at writing. Not an ugly potato or anything. A baked potato. Who hopes to achieve the higher, supreme baked potato status with the bacon bits and everything (I really do have a thing with bacon). One day I will get there. With practice and a bit of sour cream :D