There was a sudden, white-hot flash in Guildenstern’s mind, back to when his clenched fist had slammed into that milky cheek, turning it into a fiery red color as the Player jerked back, one hand clutching at the rapidly-approaching bruise. The coals burning bright in the Player’s eyes as his head whipped around to stare at Guildenstern, fist held loosely in midair as he stared in wonderment at this perfect creature before him. It must have been the twirl of his too-bright hair in the monochromatic background of the shady forest.
AN1: It's better to imagine a young man as the Player in this story, as opposed to Richard Dreyfuss. He's a great actor, but not so good with chemistry.
AN2: This particular story is more akin to the play than the movie.
The odd night at Bobby's.
Written for an anonymous spn-kinkmeme user.
Prompt: Balthazar becomes a regular fixture with Team Free Will, and, having always been in love with Cas, is extremely jealous of Castiel’s friendship with Dean and upset by how much the human takes Cas for granted. He decides to prove Castiel is still HIS, profound bond or not, and seduces the other angel, arranging for Dean to walk in on them during sex. Bonus points if Balthazar looks up at Dean, who is seething with jealousy, and deliberately smirks and stares at him while he fucks Cas that much harder, making him scream Balthazar’s name.