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The incestuous courtship of the antichrist's bride, Sam/Dean, Supernatural.
Bad enough Sam has to save the world by taking over Hell. Then he accidentally signs Dean up to be his Sacred Whore - Beloved Consort, sorry, we're going with "Beloved Consort" as the less fratricide-inducing option.
Guys, this made me laugh so much. Team Boy-King has humans on it, but mostly we see the angels and the demons and they're pretty hilariously inhuman.
"I see your-" Gaviel leans in to inspect the bone Raum has put forward –"human fibula, and raise you two discarded beer bottles."
Despite the demons, and Dean, cheating in a breathtakingly brazen manner, and despite not seeming to be entirely aware of the rules, Gaviel has somehow contrived to win the last two hands.
When it comes to his turn, Dean flicks through his cards, rearranges their order thoughtfully. His poker face, Sam has always thought, makes him look like he's trying to tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue: intent but also obscene in some vague way.
"Okay," he says, "I'm gonna wager…" He surveys his winnings so far, which resemble nothing so much as a small heap of trash. He wrinkles his nose and then smirks in an ominous fashion. "I'm gonna wager my immortal soul."
The demons give a collective groan and throw their cards down in disgust.
"What?" Dean demands, all wide-eyed innocence.
"Yeah, we're not falling for that one again," says Lamia. "Because, we try and collect? And your brother kicks us back down into the Big Heat, and you know it."
"You're just sore 'cause I got the hand with five aces," Dean says.
"Oh, bite me, bitch," she throws back.
"How many aces are usually in a deck?" Gaviel queries, studying the text on the box the cards came out of.
"You'd be surprised," Raum says. "Why, I once played in a game with twenty-eight." He smiles at the memory. "That was played for a soul as well." His smile grows teeth. "Should'a seen the look on that guy's face, as I pulled ace after ace."
Also, I can't stop repeating Unworthy whore! I will strip the skin from your whore-bones!. I don't know why, but it is amazingly fun to use out of context.
But! There is actually an incestuous crisis! They are initially creeped out by the idea of sleeping with each other; worth noting in this fandom. Obviously, that's overcome and there's hot sex (complete with porno dialogue that is sexy and giggle-inducing at the same time - YMMV).
Basically: A+++.
Bad enough Sam has to save the world by taking over Hell. Then he accidentally signs Dean up to be his Sacred Whore - Beloved Consort, sorry, we're going with "Beloved Consort" as the less fratricide-inducing option.
Guys, this made me laugh so much. Team Boy-King has humans on it, but mostly we see the angels and the demons and they're pretty hilariously inhuman.
"I see your-" Gaviel leans in to inspect the bone Raum has put forward –"human fibula, and raise you two discarded beer bottles."
Despite the demons, and Dean, cheating in a breathtakingly brazen manner, and despite not seeming to be entirely aware of the rules, Gaviel has somehow contrived to win the last two hands.
When it comes to his turn, Dean flicks through his cards, rearranges their order thoughtfully. His poker face, Sam has always thought, makes him look like he's trying to tie a knot in a cherry stem with his tongue: intent but also obscene in some vague way.
"Okay," he says, "I'm gonna wager…" He surveys his winnings so far, which resemble nothing so much as a small heap of trash. He wrinkles his nose and then smirks in an ominous fashion. "I'm gonna wager my immortal soul."
The demons give a collective groan and throw their cards down in disgust.
"What?" Dean demands, all wide-eyed innocence.
"Yeah, we're not falling for that one again," says Lamia. "Because, we try and collect? And your brother kicks us back down into the Big Heat, and you know it."
"You're just sore 'cause I got the hand with five aces," Dean says.
"Oh, bite me, bitch," she throws back.
"How many aces are usually in a deck?" Gaviel queries, studying the text on the box the cards came out of.
"You'd be surprised," Raum says. "Why, I once played in a game with twenty-eight." He smiles at the memory. "That was played for a soul as well." His smile grows teeth. "Should'a seen the look on that guy's face, as I pulled ace after ace."
Also, I can't stop repeating Unworthy whore! I will strip the skin from your whore-bones!. I don't know why, but it is amazingly fun to use out of context.
But! There is actually an incestuous crisis! They are initially creeped out by the idea of sleeping with each other; worth noting in this fandom. Obviously, that's overcome and there's hot sex (complete with porno dialogue that is sexy and giggle-inducing at the same time - YMMV).
Basically: A+++.