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May 2nd lands on a Friday this year, as per Gabriel the best day of the week for a birthday party because then Saturday you recover and Sunday you reboot your routine. Sam has in the past months gotten the idea that the party Gabriel is throwing for him is meant to be pure debauchery and an ode to 17th century Russian Royalty thrown in, at least if Gabe’s server history is any indication of what to expect. And, he is fine with it. He is ready for it. It has been way too long since he has cut loose and enjoyed himself fully. He loves that his boyfriend knows that he needs this. The level of details, coordinating, costumes, is at an all time high. Sam is stunned and a bit overwhelmed.“I never thought you would look so hot in a corset” Gabriel says as he brushes up against Sam in a non subtle way. “Hey, careful, you’ll mess up my petticoats!” Sam flounces the three layers of petticoats and laughs. “Honestly, I can live without these, but yeah, the corsets look very enticing on both of us. Although, I am sweating like a motherfucker and there is AC here.”“Well, they were in Russia, nature gave them AC, and don’t worry, in a few hours I’ll have you out of all your clothes, though I can’t promise you will be sweating any less.” Gabriel raises his eyebrows with comedic swagger.“Are you two getting saucy?” Charlie says as she comes up,dressed as a Russian guard, swinging a gigantic sword. “Dude this is awesome, it's like a huge roleplaying or LARP event.” She can’t contain the emotion in her voice or body. “It is not, it is a themed dinner event.This is a Metamorphosis ball just like the ones Catherine The Great, Empress of Russia, used to host at her palace in the late 1700’s. We see it as a gender swap, advanced for its time but she used it as a military tactic to dress, like you Charlie, and establish dominance over the military. Telling them, once a week, you serve me like ladies, and I am your leader as she had no real legal claim to the throne.” Castiel has come over and is calmly detailing this with a didactic tone. “Bollocks, I knew her, she was a kinky fuck and liked making everyone uncomfortable. Plus the petticoats hid her best feature, her legs, so once a week she got to show them off in breeches.” Crowley joins the circle. “Speaking of the great Empress, I believe she has arrived!” Gabriel states excitedly. “Let’s go watch the show!” “More?” Sam asks, laughing as he grabs his angel and smiling broadly pats his chest too vigorously.“Of course!!” Gabriel responds. “And the best part! I may have gone overboard but what’s a party without a little debauchery, extravaganza and desserts?” They had already had a group of lively Russian dancers, gambling, dinner and aerial silk acrobatics hanging from the lavish chandeliers. Plus live orchestra music, and the late 17th century clothes that everyone had to change into upon arrival. Except, they found out in Metamorphosis, which meant they had to dress in the opposite gender as they presented and normally dressed. They’d also had lots and lots and lots of alcohol, mostly vodka. On stage, where the troupe of dancers had performed, Baltazar appears pushing a wooden horse.“Hey, no fair, he isn’t wearing the costumes!” Dean whines from the public as he pulls on his elaborate dress. “Believe me dearie, I look devine in a corset and would much rather be down there drinking and dressed in fine threads than having the day I have been, running errands for this madman.” Baltazar points at Gabriel as he says this, only to receive a harsh glare in return. “Right-o.” Baltazar stands in the middle of the stage and loudly states “Ladies and Gentlemen of the Court of Debauchery gathered here to Drink, Fornicate and Celebrate the Solar return of this Giant of a Man, your Highest Whore has arrived. I present, Catherine the Great, to bless your intentions of continuing hedonistically on for the rest of the night!” He turns to the left and applauds, as he exits right. The entertainer enters, it is clear from the start that this is a spoof show. Pure comedy. She walks in an exaggerated manner, criss crossing her legs, like one that is trying to pass the sobriety test for the cops while clearly inebriated. “Oh this won’t do at all, I need a drink! Can one of my guards bring me a drink?” She puts her hand on her hip and leans forward shielding her eyes as she peers into the public. “I can!!” Charlie enthusiastically volunteers. “Well shut up and do it!” “Really can’t find good staff now-a-days. I”ll do it, I’ll do it, all talk, no action. I want to turn around and have it there. Yes, like this.” Catherine, turns and gets her drink from Charlie who is now on stage with the drink and a huge grin.“What’s your name guard?”“Charlie, your Empress.” Charlie even curtsies, totally into the role playing.“You have a big sword, Charlie. I like big swords.” She purrs. “Do you have another big sword in your breeches, Charlie?” Everyone is laughing and heckling. It turns out the Empress forgot it was a Metamorphosis ball and has to change into an army captain uniform, but after she strips she gets busy getting rid of stress tension first, with the aid of a “funny vibrating thing” she finds, and never really gets around to putting clothes back on. She has a brilliant script and is quite funny. Everyone is having a good time, Charlie is in heaven.“So, I am told that we have a birthday boy? I like to give birthday boys the opportunity to conspire with me by betraying their king. It is either the best night of their lives, the last night of their lives or both!” Catherine says conspiratory, while she juggles her boobs up and down. Whooping ensues, Gabriel pushes Sam up towards the stage, his eyes are glazy and he has a stupid grin on. Gabriel knows they have to stop drinking or the next stage is sarcastic and mean Sam, but for now this is perfect. Sam clambers to center stage and bows to all. He turns to meet Catherine the Great, who stands in white knee highs, a waist corset, dozens of strings of pearls and a g-string.“Sam, you are Sam Winchester.” The entertainer says with a tremble in her voice and a glint of fear in her eyes.Sam turns to look at her more closely but she bolts. Baltazar catches her curtainside and she starts to stiffly walk back but stops and gets underneath the wooden horse, prying something loose. She returns with a 3 foot long, double-headed dildo. Without looking at Sam, she puts a hand on his chest and pushes him into the chair in the middle of the stage.“I normally use my beautiful steed for this part, as you can see,” she points to the horse, “I brought him and all. However, this birthday boy looks to be just as large as my faithful ride. So I think he will provide a very satisfactory equine treat.” She pretends the dildo is a lasso whirling it above her head several times, as the crowd hoots. The DJ starts blasting Pony by Ginuwine as she gets on Sam’s lap and starts gyrating while whipping him with the dildo. It's a very confusing mix of comedy and sort of sexy and wrong. Everyone is laughing, Sam uncharacteristically leans into the show, grabbing Catherine’s hips and making her ride his lap. When the song is over and she stands up, he slaps her tit. Quickly but hard. It stings, she seems like she is about to say something, when Baltazar abruptly is on stage with them.“The Empress has blessed the birthday boy and will now retreat to her drawing room. Where she will be available for private sessions, dances or chats. Thank you and please enjoy and be wicked!”“I want a session.” Sam says immediately. Staggering after Baltazar and speaking with intensity. “Sure, yours is included I believe. Let her settle in and I’ll take you over.” Baltazar says, while scanning for Gabriel. He needs to let Gabriel know, and decide. “Damn, didn’t know little bro had it in him. He never even wants to go into strip clubs with me.” Dean says. “Probably due to the Metamorphosis.” Castiel answers with tranquility. Dean really has no idea what he means and decides not to pursue it. Meanwhile, Baltzar texts Gabriel, figuring it will be faster. "Sam wants a session with Catherine.""Did Catherine consent to everything?” Gabriel texts back.
“Couldn’t sign on the dotted line fast enough. Getting paid to take a spa day and see her favorite band, she squealed and hopped on one foot. Standard precautions and care to be taken but otherwise she is delighted with the arrangement. This other one, well…”
Gabriel saunters up to his boyfriend, “That was so fun to watch. You are so hot babe.” He peppers small kisses on the lines of the corset crossing his broad shoulders. Sam grunts in a semi-annoyed manner. His alcohol buzz is crashing and his brain is struggling under something he has discovered and is trying to confirm, but that also bothers him. “Gabe, can you get me another drink, a strong one please?” Sam asks, while he massages his temple.“Sure.” Gabriel goes and gets Sam the drink and brings it back quickly. “Here you go. What’s going on?” “I’m going to do a private session with the talent, Catherine the Great.” Sam says looking directly into Gabriel’s eyes as he downs the drink in one go. “Are you asking me permission to fuck her?” Gabriel asks.“What? No.” Sam waves his arm dismissively. “Well, I know you haven’t had pussy in a while.” Gabriel responds but leaves the question open.“Stop trying to confuse me. This is your stupid Just Desserts isn’t it?” Sam says in an agitated tone.“What are you talking about?” Gabriel opts for a calming tone. “I can do anything I want to her?” Sam asks in a whisper.Gabriel feels his throat constrict and his tongue gets heavy, so he simply nods. Sam strides off. Gabriel notices two things, first he just gave Sam the drink that pushes him over to John Winchester mean territory and two he has no idea what the hell his boyfriend is planning.—---------------------------------Sam doesn’t knock when he gets to the private session room. He walks in and it's set-up like a tea room. He guffaws upon seeing the ceramic teapot, tea cups and creamer. Baltazar is sitting on one of the sofas and Catherine has a high backed settee and is dressed completely in full regal 17th century gown and jewelry. “Balt, I need Crowly, a crop and a change of clothes if you could help me with that.”Baltazar stands up, looks at the tall hunter and how he is laser focused on Catherine and the tension that is barely contained in his body and decides that this is not his fight. “Certainly. I’m a lowly house boy, let me run off and get that for you.” He says sarcastically as he departs.“You are in my spot. But that’s your usual MO, right?” Sam’s tone is full of jagged teeth. Catherine stands up, raising hands up in front of their face defensively. “Sam, I, I’m sorry, I…”“Shut up, strip and kneel, and be quiet until I tell you to speak.” Sam points to the floor next to the settee where Catherine had been sitting, as he collapses into it waiting for Baltazar to come back. Sam’s brain is racing, piecing everything together. Catherine strips quietly and kneels next to Sam’s chair, their body trembling in fear. “Here is the crop, a pair of Russian breeches and I have told Sir Crowley to please come by, which he assured me he will quite soon. I also asked Gabriel to get you some of your own clothes.” Baltazar is restrained, he recognizes the fragility of Sam’s state and decides not to push him. Sam nods at Baltazar in assent, thanking him silently. He stands and pulls at the petticoats, and finds that even at this the angel proves solicitous and valuable, quickly and silently stepping up to help untie the petticoats so the hunter can finally be free of them. He then puts on the breeches. “Baltazar, the vessel?” He questions without wanting to ask explicitly. “She agreed, is being well compensated and works as Catherine the Great, including private sessions. She was expecting to, um, congress with you. So, you don’t have to worry, or feel bad, you have full consent from the vessel.” Baltazar folds the discarded clothes as he explains.“Thank you.” Sam says, visibly relaxing. “You may also be interested to know that this one is a very loyal patron of Loki.” Baltazar points at the stripper. “Enjoys the more, shall we say, pernicious aspects of the practice.”Sam can hardly control himself and in two steps finds himself with his hands full of hair as he makes Catherine look up. “I thought we said no more magic?” He growls between clenched teeth.“I only use it for myself! School stuff.” Catherine gasps out, their fingers at the root of their scalp, trying to claw under Sam’s long fingers.“Hmmm, school stuff being making the professor have a car accident so you wouldn’t have a test? Or sharing with your frat house a memory deletion spell?” Baltazar asks calmly.“No, no, I mean, kinda of, but context, aww.” Catherine’s head is jerked brusquely to the side as Sam breathes heavily.Baltazar quietly steps towards Sam and hands him a cell phone, open to a page touting open recruitment for a coven in Cambridge MA. The leader is touted as a mysterious figure but there is testimony of past experience with high magic, demonology and even body swapping. Neophytes, as per the pictures, are all mostly pretty, young, co-eds and should demonstrate willingness towards obedience. “Context?” Sam spits out as he shows Catherine the phone. “This is disgusting!” he uncoils his hands from their hair and walks away, breathing deeply. He drags his hands down his face. He feels Baltazar come up behind him, and pat his shoulder in an attempt to comfort. “I’m going to go and get Gabriel for you.” Baltazar murmurs softly, with another awkward pat. “Sammy boy, are you switching angels or is it an open angel relationship? Even for someone as big as you and with demon blood that may be too much grace to handle.” Crowley swaggers in.“Jealous love?” Baltazar teases as he crosses his path on the way out. “No, I have far too much sanity to get involved with this denim wrapped sasquatch or his flannel powered brother but you angels seem to be eating out of their hands. Sammy, I always did peg you for the dominant type.” Crowley gestures to the kneeling disheveled woman. “So, how can I assist the birthday boy?”“Crowley, would you happen to have a hellhound that can mount a human bitch?”“Oh, Sam, Sammy, you do surprise me. More than a dominant, a dom, and a sadistic one at that. You must make those pretty angels shake in their little wings.” Crowley’s eyebrow raises in appreciation. “Well?” Sam speaks curtly.“I’ll check BoyKing. It’s too bad Growley is dead, he would have mounted her in a second and he responded to all my commands.” The King of Hell counters masterfully. “I am sorry for that.” Sam replies remembering the warmth of Growley’s blood and guts when he split him from sternum to tail. “We all make mistakes.” Crowley says as he disappears. Suddenly Sam is tired, he wanted to beat Catherine’s ass but now doesn’t feel the energy to do so. The hellhound is merely a threat. The idea of it, the mental torture is the important thing. And as Catherine is shaking and dazed on the floor with both palms spread wide, as if trying to ground, thoughts running wild, well he would say that part is complete. He speaks out loud but plainly, his words are directed at the kneeling figure. “He is right, we all make mistakes. But we are still responsible for our mistakes. We still pay for accidents, and are still liable in court for mistakes we make at work. So there is no reason you should have gotten off scot free when you knew what you were doing and more importantly, knew that it was wrong. And if you are still doing the same things nowadays, then isn’t that even more proof that you didn’t learn your lesson?” “Sam, I..”“I didn’t fucking say you could speak Gary!” Sam bursts out of the settee and smacks the vessel with the crop, hitting them across the shoulder. That first contact breaks the levee of control. All pretense of control flies out the window and is replaced by rage. He grabs them by the hair and lifts them from the kneeling position and throws them over the chair he was just sitting on. Ass bent up in the air. Crop shaking with ire in his hand.“I was pissed.” Smack “But Dean decided,” Smack “Like always,” Smack “He decided everything in my life back then, so you lucked out.” Smack“Fucking 17 years old, anywhere else you would have been tried as an adult.” Smack.“I hope MIT was fabulous.”Smack. “I hope Nora went to the prom with you.”Smack. “How were the yearbook pictures?” Smack. “You fucking entitled piece of shit!”Smack. “Did you get a good dorm mate?” Smack. “Have fun at your first frat party.” Smack.“How many girls did you roofie with your frat brothers and then erase their memories with a spell?”“Do you ace all your midterms by cheating with magic?” Smack. “Then on winter break you get to go home to your family?” Smack. “Apple pie, christmas tree, gift wrapped presents, fire in the chimney holiday.” Smack. “With your dad saying I am proud we followed the plan and you got into MIT.”Smack.“And your sister saying you crazy bro, you almost messed up because of the weird book.” Smack.“Your mom hugging you and saying I learned a new gluten free recipe so you can have dinner rolls.” Smack. “Is that what you got as a consequence for playing with demons you fucking insolent brat?”Smack.“Or infamy now as a demonologist? So you can run your own fucking coven?” Do you know what I got?” Smack. “Do you know what I fucking got Gary???”Smack.“I got sold to the perviest of them all. To the leader of demons, to Lucifer himself, and he said come on baby let's play house. For 16 fucking months!”Smack “Do you know when he got his first good taste of me?”“When YOU were in my fucking body Gary!” SMACK, SMACK, SMACKWhen you were wearing me and your friends were trying to sell my brother to hell.” Sam’s voice breaks into an anguished cry.Smack.Sam drops the crop, the memory overwhelming him to a point where he can’t hold onto it any longer. He lets his exhausted body drop like a bag of hardened cement mix onto the sofa. “He was there that night.” Sam’s voice is barely more than a raspy whisper. “When his demons called and told him my meatsuit was being worn by a kid, he came over so fucking fast.” Sam chuckles mirthlessly. “I was in your stupid allergy ridden body, my stomach cramping because I had eaten a PBJ. He sat on your bed and flipped through your Satanist Ritual Manual, declared it a wonderful starter book and told me I should read it so I could understand “ US ” better. Then he said he was going to go get from you the yes I would never give. I was crazy, terrified, climbing walls, trying to call, I walked half the town looking for you. Scared out of my mind that after I had resisted for so long, I was going to lose because you were going to say yes.” Sam breathes deeply and when he continues his voice is emotionless. “Your dad called the cops, they dragged me back to the house, a huge shouting match ensued, I got grounded. I was hyperventilating and breaking out in rashes and he showed up again, laughing his ass off.Telling me ‘I do like to see you suffer, it is so fun. Don’t you know me better than that? Even if I can get a yes from the nerd inside you, I wouldn’t accept it, I only want a yes from you. So relax. Let’s get you back where you are supposed to be.’ I went to bed, I believed him, you know. He doesn’t lie to me.” Sam shrugs his head. “At 1am he woke me up, and said “I’m sorry you weren’t able to be there completely, but we just had sex for the first time. I used a female vessel. Didn't want to scare the nerd. I have to say, I love your body. You have taken such good care of it, thank you. And Sam, the noises you make, oh… I won’t tire of that, ever.” A strangled sound escapes from the back of his throat and Sam stops and chokes it down. “I fucking threw up right on your bed.” Catherine/Gary has slipped down to the floor and curls up into themselves, crying as they try to make themselves smaller. “Sam, I didn’t know.”“You let him have me and you never got punished! The only reason he didn’t wear me is because he is too prideful.” Sam says in a weary tone, as he flops back against the sofa. Crowley, who returned a few minutes ago, but wasn't about to interrupt an emotional moment or more importantly a divulgence of information figures now is the time to let his presence be known.“We found a lovely hellhound that responds well to verbal commands, likes humans and is in heat but we don’t know as we have never tried if he would mate with a human. Do you want me to bring him up?” Sam simply shakes his head no. He would dismiss with his hand but that feels pedantic. So he just waits. Eventually, Crowley disappears with a huge sigh.Gabriel and Baltzar walk in joking and are silenced by the scene. Catherine disarrayed and beat. Sam drained and glazed over into exhaustion. Gabriel’s eyes bulge out, for him this is all unexpected. Baltazar stands a bit straighter, ready to pick up the pieces because he knew this was brewing when he left. “Babe, are you ready to go home?” Gabriel asks as he softly reaches for Sam’s hand. He is so glad they sang Happy Birthday earlier to be able to cut the cake for dessert. “Here, I brought you some clothes.”Sam stands wordlessly, turns his back to Gabriel so he can help unlace the corset, and as soon as it is off he pulls on a tee-shirt his boyfriend brought him with a second layer of a flannel on top open like a jacket. He takes off the costume breeches and pulls on some jeans. “Where is his body?” Sam finally breaks the silence.From the floor Catherine perks their ears up with interest.“He got a massage, took a nap and then went to a concert, including backstage meet and greet. Some boyband, BTS, Korean I think. So pretty safe except maybe from being crushed by a horde of 15 year olds.” Gabriel says.“I want to talk to the real Catherine, she is inside him, right?” Sam asks, his tone still listless.Baltazar is already dialing. “Balt’s Cable Service coming right up.” When he hears Gary’s real voice answer the call, Sam’s anger rises in his face and he curls his fist. “Catherine? I’m the birthday boy for tonight’s present. Thank you. It’s been great. I wanted to ask for one more thing. Can you make sure the body has sex? Whoever catches your fancy, that is pleasurable for you. And very important, make sure it gets on his socials.” Catherine/Gary is shaking their head. When Sam hangs up, he leans over and snarls in their ear, “that one is for not having worn a condom asshole. I had to get tested for a whole year.”“I have a girlfriend.” Catherine/Gary moans. “Please, tell her not the socials.” “You better hope your girl is more forgiving, like my brother, and decides to let you go unpunished.” Sam replies. Catherine/Gary starts to reply, “Sam, I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t….”“Shut up! Not one more word or I will have Crowley bring in that fucking hellhound.” Sam spits out vehemently. He remembers the angels and looks up at them horrified. “That, that sounds worse than what I meant.”Gabriel quickly hugs him and reassures him, “We get it. Just Desserts. This is the space where it comes to fruition.” Sam feels remorse, it's not that Gabriel is ignorant of Sam’s past with his brother, but to Gabe it's a Cage thing. In a way the atrocities occurred there can be contained and isolated to that space because they were only there, like war crimes were because of the war. Sam doesn’t want to burst his bubble and change his perspective. He can't tell him how it extends to before, to after. No he can’t… Sam leans against Gabriel and sighs deeply. “Yeah, Just Desserts.”