Warnings : violence/torture mentioned. Rough sex implied. Little bit dub-con, I guess.
Square filled : Gadmandriel.
Written for : @spnkinkbingo​
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Gadreel sat facing the corner of his prison cell. The same corner he'd been looking at for a few millennia or more. Far from the bars, and anyone who might come to them.
Other than his daily torture, it didn't happen often, but people came. And they always wanted the same thing.
The sound of sneakers echoed their way down the hall, the footsteps sounded hesitant, unsure as they moved closer to Gadreel. Based on that, he figured they weren't coming for him. Everyone who came knew what they were doing, walked with purpose or anger.
The sound stopped on the other side of the bars and Gadreel turned his head just enough to catch the young man from the corner of his eye, glancing around. “Didn't think you were the type, brother.”
The young man looked to Gadreel just as he faced the wall again. “What type?”
“There is only one reason to visit me.”
“I'm here to-”
“Just get on with it, Samandriel.” He steeled his back, head held high. There was a silence that followed, not the usual sound of the gate being opened. “Why do you not come in?” he turned his head to the side, brow furrowed.
“It's locked.”
This time he turned enough to see the angel in the young man's body. “Do you mock me? The guard gives them all the key, why would I believe you do not have it? Just get it over with and let me be.”
“What? What would I-”
Before he could finish, Gadreel was on his feet and at the bar. The bruises that littered his neck and face were still healing and Samandriel was shocked. “Because that's the only reason people come.”
“I'm not here for whatever-”
“Why should I believe you?”
“You said I wasn't the type.”
“I said I didn't think you were. But I didn't think they were either. The two brothers who visited me before you.”
“What did they do to you?” Samandriel’s eyes ran over Gadreel, they way he held himself, the bruises.
“Why are you here?”
“I- we're in the middle of a civil war, and..”
“Why are you here?”
“I came to see if..”
“WHY ARE YOU HERE IF NOT TO DO WHAT THEY DO!?”
“I wanted to see you freed.” he blurted out and Gadreel froze. “They say you should stay locked up..” he shook his head. “I don't believe that.”
“Even after what I did?”
“They are doing far worse, Gadreel.” He hesitantly moved a hand up to clasp one of the bars. “They are killing each other to become God. To take it all for themselves.”
“What do you want of me?”
“Help me. Help me make them see reason.”
“They will not listen to me.” Gadreel spat and turned away and started for his corner.
“I will stand with you! I will find others! We will make them!”
Gadreel thought for a moment. “What do I gain from this?”
“Freedom.”
“They will not let me live free.”
“Name it.” Samandriel now grasped the bars in both hands. “I will do what I can to make it happen. Please, brother.”
“Do you love me, brother?”
“I do.” Samandriel hadn't hesitated in his answer.
Another moment of silence. “Get the key from the guard.”
When Samandriel returned, Gadreel was once again facing his corner. The gate opened, and Samandriel was confused when Gadreel hadn't moved. “Gadreel?” he stepped in hesitantly, slowly moving closer. “Brother?” he reached out a hand to rest on Gadreel’s shoulder.
Gadreel moved lightning fast as he grabbed Samandriel’s wrist. In a swift motion, Samandriel was spun around and pushed face down onto the cold hard stone bench that lined the left wall.
“Brother!” he shrieked as his pants were ripped from him.
“Do you love me?” Gadreel was against Samandriel’s back, working on his own pants.
“I-I do. I do love you. I always did.”
Gadreel shut his eyes tight as he lined up and leaned his forehead against the back of Samandriels head as he pushed home. “I've missed you, brother.” he breathed out the words.
Samandriel turned his head as best he could. “What have they done to you?”
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All the prompts I’ve filled lately for Rare Pair Thursday have been Check Please. Which is all well and good but I need me some SPN. So send in 3 sentence SPN rare pair prompts (nsfw or sfw, either or)
Kevin had been there, filling in as a stagehand as jobs got shuffled around  - with Gadreel gone tonight Cas knew it would likely be the same Dean was watching Cas out of the corner of his eye, pretending to pay attention to his make-up. Knowing Kevin would be in charge of his Act 2 quick change and that they would no longer be able to pointedly ignore each other made it hard enough to button his shirt with steady hands.
Cas floated through the next two days of performances. The familiar music floated through his head and his body moved automatically, as it was trained to do. Samandriel went home sick yesterday and Gadreel hadn’t been seen all day. No one had said much more than a perfunctory hello, even Dean, though he had also brought coffee, so there was that gesture. When Cas went on stage for sound check he found himself doing it in the dark. He squinted, hissing in pain and making the speakers crackle when they turned back on, bright as they were during performances before he got offstage.
Gadreel can tell Samandriel has been through something and he's determined to get to know what. He runs his thumb across the bumps where his last three fingers used to be, pushing down the self-consciousness as he approaches. They've smiled at each other from across the coffee shop often enough he doesn't feel too weird walking up to him with his favorite drink. When Samandriel finally starts talking about his service, about his friend, his brother, stabbing him with the intent to kill, Gadreel wraps in his arms and presses kisses to the top of his head until the shaking stops
Okay scenario: Stage Manager!Gadreel, Assistant SM!Samandriel-- It's a super stormy show night, and the lights go out mid-run. Alas!
Fun fact about me: I once did an outdoor show and it started pouring mid-show and we had to stop and pull sound equipment in and move the audience to the stage
Gadreel wouldn't be surprised if he got in to the theater and they told him they cancelled the show. There was half a chance they'll be evacuating the audience to the tornado shelter if they didn't. Still he stepped into the theater and shook his head, clearing away the water.Â
He was surprised when they made it to intermission without incident beyond a few loud claps of thunder. He was getting ready to call places for the second half of the show when the lights flickered once, twice, then didn't come back on. At least the headsets were battery operated.Â
"Dean, Lisa and Castiel." was the reply.
Gadreel hesitated, thinking.Â
"Get them to places. Show's gonna go on so get your ass over here."
He could hear the shuffling where Samandriel forgot to release the comm button. He ignored it while he thought, trying to ignore the rising surge of panic.
"Gadreel?"
Gadreel jumped. He hadn't heard Samandriel approaching him.
"Yeah. Any ideas?"
"We have those candles from Sound of Music last year, and the new flashlights."
"You are brilliant. Get it ready while I talk to the audience?"
"Yeah, sure."
"And hey, Samandriel," Gadreel said, grabbing him by the shoulder before he could run off.
"What?"
Gadreel ignored the professional instinct to not do it, deciding if there was ever a good moment to admit his feelings for his ASM this was it. He leaned down and kissed the smaller man, surprised when he pulled himself up, wrapping his arms around Gadreel's neck. Another clap of thunder scared them apart.
"I'm gonna go, get that, uh done," Samandriel stuttered.
"Yeah. Yeah. Dinner next Monday?"
"Sure."
Gadreel heard a chuckle before he took his headset off to address the audience.
"Congrats. About damn time you did something about it," Benny, their lighting operator said. "Little bird left his comm on again."
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ace!sastiel + seven minutes in heaven (maybe halloween part for cute costumes)
ace!sastiel + seven minutes in heaven
"Purple.""That's not one of the colors.""Just put a red and blue card down-""Sam, we can't combine cards-""Fine..." Sam glances over the cards in his hands; Cas watches him with a weary eye until Sam places two cards down much to his exasperation. They're in a closet at Cas's cousins house during a halloween party because Gabe thought it'd be hilarious to nominate a pirate and someone dressed as the Doppler Effect for seven minutes in heaven. This is despite knowing full well that neither of them really liked kissing. His plan, whatever he thought it would be, didn't work. The moment they were shoved in, the fake bird on Sam's shoulder fell; Cas went to pick it up and on top one the shoe boxes was a deck of UNO cards.It took less than a minute for them to decide what they'd be doing for seven minutes. Luckily the light above them is bright enough for them to see but dim enough to keep from casting shadows. They've cleared everything on the floor to the corners allowing them space for their crisscrossed legs. The other boy's lips are pursed like he's trying to hold back a smile as he places two cards on the pile. Cas squints down at them then up to Sam. "Those are two draw fours.""Draw 8.""Sam, we're not playing extreme UNO!""Why not? We have seven minutes to ourselves and UNO takes a while for it to get good.""I'm not drawing 8.""Then the color is purple."He crosses his arms. Cas rubs his hands down his face but now he can't help smiling at how ridiculous Sam is with his broad grin that says Sam knows he's going to win this debate."Fine, but we can only make real colors-""So magenta is off the table-""Especially magenta. And then no more than draw 12.""Deal.""Winner gets to pick the next movie to watch.""Loser has to clean the dishes for a week."Cas considers him for a moment before reaching for a card.At the end of seven minutes, the deal has been split in several ways because of loop holes during the many rules they made and now not only is Cas doing the dishes but he's allowed to pick the genre of movie they watch while Sam actually picks which one; Sam has to mow Dean's lawn but only in an approved by Cas outfit (and judging by the look on Cas's face it's going to be an embarrassing one).
"Sam I can't. I just can't without Dean being alright with it. He could cut funding to Adam." Cas said, pressing a tender kiss to Sam's forehead before pulling away completely. He fixed the collar of his shirt and his tie. "I'm sure Dean with be alright with it as long as you phrase it correctly. He's very monogamous and I don't want Crowley twisting this to his advantage."
