Title:Don't kiss Uriel, you don't know where he's been

Rating: PG

Summary: Sam's dare was to kiss Uriel one way or another.

I've made two versions, one is Sam kisses Uriel and one is, well wait and read…

Let me know which one you like more!

Version 1.

The youngest Winchester eyed the dark angel with a certain fear radiating from his soul. Sam and Dean returned from a successful hunt ready to turn in for the night when they found Castiel and Uriel standing in front of the television watching what appeared to be wrestling.

Castiel smiled at Dean as Uriel practically broke the remote as he turned off the TV, mumbling about John Cena and his stupidity. Dean nudged his brother forcefully, and cleared his throat.

"Everything okay Cass? How's Mike?" Dean asked, referring to the archangel Michael who had broken one of his fingers several weeks before. He nudged Sam again, and the taller man slowly edged closer to Uriel who seemed more focused on glaring at Dean, warningly. His eyes practically read; 'touch my brother, and I will smite you.'

"Everything thing is okay," Castiel said, "But for how long, I do not know."

"So what? This is a social call?"

"No, Gabriel thought it was important for you both to know that Lylith has broken another six seals," Castiel replied, "Err, the last one was not pretty. It caused Azrael quite some grief."

"Is he okay?" Dean asked. Azrael was the one who had given him the black eye, and Gabriel the deflated ego. Sam was practically an inch away from the seraph by now, and Uriel seemed intrigued by a blowfly flying around his head. He soon killed it with a roar and smack.

Sam swallowed, as Dean glowered at him. Castiel raised a brow as Uriel turned and faced Sam with a wide-eyed glare he had perfected.

"Distance, mud monkey," Uriel growled. Sam almost backed away but like usual his older brother was always looking out for him. He collided into the seraph, and reacted quickly, cupping the angel's face with his palms as their faces collided in a ugly frenzy of smooches.

Sam yelped as Uriel roared in his mouth, before he jumped out of the closed window, screaming and begging for the Lord's help.

Uriel charged after him like a raging bull, his roars heard from the highest points in the heavens where Michael and God where busy playing a game of chess, to the deepest depths of hell, where Lucifer was screaming murder as West Life sung cheerfully to Uptown Girl…

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Version 2

The youngest Winchester eyed the dark angel with a certain fear radiating from his soul. Sam and Dean returned from a successful hunt ready to turn in for the night when they found Castiel and Uriel standing in front of the television watching what appeared to be wrestling.

Castiel smiled at Dean as Uriel practically broke the remote as he turned off the TV, mumbling about John Cena and his stupidity. Dean nudged his brother forcefully, and cleared his throat.

"Everything okay Cass? How's Mike?" Dean asked, referring to the archangel Michael who had broken one of his fingers several weeks before. He nudged Sam again, and the taller man slowly edged closer to Uriel who seemed more focused on glaring at Dean, warningly. His eyes practically read; 'touch my brother, and I will smite you.'

"Everything thing is okay," Castiel said, "But for how long, I do not know."

"So what? This is a social call?"

"No, Gabriel thought it was important for you both to know that Lylith has broken another six seals," Castiel replied, "Err, the last one was not pretty. It caused Azrael quite some grief."

"Is he okay?" Dean asked. Azrael was the one who had given him the black eye, and Gabriel the deflated ego. Sam was practically an inch away from the seraph by now, and Uriel seemed intrigued by a blowfly flying around his head. He soon killed it with a roar and smack.

Sam swallowed, as Dean glowered at him. Castiel raised a brow as Uriel turned and faced Sam with a wide-eyed glare he had perfected. Sam almost backed away when suddenly Uriel grabbed the petrified human and planted a sloppy and unskilled kiss on the human's unsuspecting lips. Sam moaned in his mouth as Dean's jaw dropped to the ground and Castiel passed out.

Sam swooned on his feet, looking rather pleased and high as Uriel licked his lips, intoxicated by the taste of prawns and garlic.

"That so doesn't count," Dean grumbled, after the two angels left. (Uriel carried the smaller angel out. "I said you have to kiss him. He- he uh, he kissed you."

Sam grinned, ecstatically. What the hell was he doing with Ruby all this time, when he could have had a bloody angel to play with!?

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Yes I was too lazy to rewrite a different beginning, so there…

Well, I'd reply to the review like usual but there are thirty six or more and I'm tired, my head hurts, so does my thumb, and I think I'm catching a cold… (Whine, whine, whine…) Wouldn't mind some wine now actually…

Any way, thanks everyone for the awesome reviews they were much loved!

Anywhoo, bed is calling…

Peace and chicken grease

Afro.