Title: Strippers & Feathers
Rating: R (no smut)
Ships: Dean Winchester/Castiel, Sam Winchester/Gabriel
Summary: Gabriel the Trickster teams up with Sam to assist Dean in realizing his true feelings for Castiel, in a dreamy way.

Dean was sprawled out on a couch, girls surrounding him with one pole stretched out in front of him. Currently, a girl was latched onto each arm and one was jerking around the pole. The brunette on his left was twirling his hair while the other blonde on his right continued to fist his shirt. Everything seemed to drift off, he was content with his settlement. He could live here. Before he knew it, he was drifting off.

When Dean awoke he was still on the couch except the girls were no longer draped across him. Instead there was another sight to see. Something Dean had never imagined before. It was totally and completely horrifying, despite this, Dean couldn't take his eyes off. Castiel was dancing around the pole, a small speedo covering him along with fake wings attached to his back. That was all.

Oh my god.

Castiel didn't even notice Dean's reaction, he continued to sway against the pole seductively.  For a few moments he couldn't even remember his name. Now Castiel was approaching him. Only now did Dean notice Castiel was clean shaven, along with his whole body that was waxed, and his hair spiraling in different angles as usual.

"Hello, Dean." a gruff voice erupted from the man's throat. Castiel didn't falter with his legs, he proceeded towards Dean until he was comfortably planted in Dean's lap, legs wrapped around Dean's chest. "I've been a very naughty angel."

Someone kill me please.

The hard part was that Dean couldn't admit the fact that his pants were growing abnormally tight by the second. "C-Cas?" suddenly the angel was stroking Dean's face while playing with the buttons on his shirt.

"I've sinned, Dean. How about you teach me a lesson?" he pressed harder into Dean's jeans. Dean was about to explode. "Send me to Hell, Dean."

Then everything went black.

*****

"Dean," the sound of Gabriel's voice was the thing that made him jump with a start. When he noticed that he was back in his hotel he managed to look Gabriel in the eye.

"What did you do to me?"

"Don't you mean we? This was Sam's idea also." Gabriel gestured to his younger brother who was fiddling with his thumbs attempting not to make eye contact with Dean.

"Sorry, Dean. Boyfriend orders." Sam replied hesitantly. Dean knee this would happen. Ever since Sam and Gabriel informed Dean of their relationship Dean was aware that it was bound to go somewhere that wasn't good. He just appreciated that Sam was happy for once.

"Anyways," Gabriel continued, "That was a dream that I made up. As you can tell, I had my personal touch to it. Something to spice things up. I believe you've found it to your liking?"

"It was something all right." Dean muttered while he combed his fingers through his hair.

"Yes, well, the dream was to help you. Help you realize your true feelings for Castiel. How you love him uncontrollably- yada, yada, yada..."

"But how-"

"No questions, just remember to thank me later." Then the presence of Sam and Gabriel were gone.

Many months later after Dean came to terms with his feelings he admitted to Castiel how he truly felt and Gabriel's plan. Then the night after their wedding Castiel decided to surprise Dean for their wedding present. When Dean arrived at their hotel the last thing he expected was a naked Castiel who was drenched in feathers.

"How about we make your dreams a reality?" Castiel breathed.

Oh god, not again.