Maybe Gabriel should have put more thought into the message than he did. But he didn't have much time, and there was big soulful blue-eyes right there next to him. He didn't have the chance to really say exactly what he wanted to say. But something was better than nothing.
Sam stared at his phone in complete confusion. Why the hell was Castiel sending him texts like that when he had things like getting his Grace back to worry about. He texts back after a long moment.
He should, very possibly, just come out with it. That would probably be the best thing to do. But for the first time in several years, Gabriel is actually feeling a bit more like himself. He can afford to enjoy himself a little.
Sam stares at his phone in complete shock and disbelief. Gabriel is
alive...alive and well and Sam is gonna fucking kill him. He'd felt a deep
sense of guilt over the angel's death and to know he was alive was
just....stunning.
I can't believe this you and I are gonna talk once we figure this angel
crap out Gabe make no mistake. Just get here.
Gabriel sets the phone down on the dash for several minutes, staring out the window. Sam isn't the only one that is angry, and Castiel picks up easily on his brother's sudden change of mood.
But before the little angel says anything, Gabriel cuts him off. "Eyes on the road."
You don't want that. Trust me Gabriel you just don't.
Sam is starting to feel things other than anger right now. His body is
reminding him what it thought of Gabriel too and he has to shift a bit to
get comfortable again.
Gabriel softens, slightly, the ruffled feathers smoothing.
Trying, kiddo. Metajerk has a welcoming party trailing us. I'm sure we can deal. ❤
That was the last message. Metatron's goons keep them busy, and then Gabriel bullies Castiel into letting him drive. They arrive at the Bunker quicker that way, or at least that is what Gabriel believes.
He swaggers in to the Men of Letter's HQ in the same way he swaggers everywhere, although his attention fixes immediately on Sam.
Sam shoots Castiel a clear "You do not want to be here," look and the
younger angel makes tracks to find Dean or hide from the coming explosion,
Sam doesn't really care at this point. He stalks right up to Gabriel and
uses every inch of his height even though it reminds him too much of
Galdreel and the way he just took over.
"Where the hell have you been," he snarls, "do you have any idea what I've
been through.....and you were just screwing around when you could have been
helping us."
Gabriel is not intimidated. He's used to being... well, shorter than modern folk, at least in this vessel. But as an angel? Sam's height is really nothing. Still, he does lean back a little. After giving Sam an appreciative once-over.
"I like what you've done to your hair." He says, as an aside, and then he puts his hand on Sam's chest, and gently pushes him back. No angelic super-strength, no Grace, no nothing. Just a gentle push to get him out of Gabriel's face.
"Me? You want to know where I have been." He says, an edge in his voice. He didn't trick Lucifer. He did die alone on that floor, and even now it makes him shudder. He represses it, and squares his shoulders. "I died. And then I came back, and I used every fucking trick I knew to do it."
Some of which Sam will not want to know. Gabriel doesn't want to recount them. He doesn't want to admit to them, anyway.
He bit the inside of his mouth, hard, to keep his voice calm. Sam wasn't even pleased to see him. Castiel had bothered to look pleased, momentarily. He'd expected more of Sam. Well, maybe expected was the wrong word.
"So here I am. What do you need me to do for you this time?"
It takes every ounce of Sam's patience not to punch Gabriel in the face for
even thinking he was allowed to touch him without asking. What is with the
people around him and consent issues these days. It's like they just assume
Sam will want whatever they want and fuck asking him. He steps back anyway
still fuming "And you've been doing what...hiding well shouldn't be shocked
by that it's the one damm thing you are good at," he snaps.
The words are cruel and Sam knows it, but he's done being nice. Gabriel
could have helped so many times and yet he'd waited until now to just pop
up and expect everything to be the same. "We need you to help us kill
Abbadon because not only did Metatron fuck up Heaven but now Crowley is
screwing around with Hell and of course we have to fucking fix it because
who else will."
Gabriel laughs, a short, horrible bark of a laugh with no mirth in it, only bitterness. Sam's words hurt, there's no point even trying to pretend they don't.
He tilts his head up, as if he knows Sam's considering punching him and is offering him the chance.
"Porn. Porn and hiding." He agrees, because it took everything to just get back here. He had nothing left to try and find Tweddle Dee and Tweddle Dumb, and for a long while there was no need to.
And he wasn't back now for them either. He'd come all this way to find Castiel. And as much as he didn't say that, he wanted to.
"You honestly don't think I don't know? Jeez. I've heard. Why the fuck do you think I'm back? Trust me, it wasn't because I was missing you, Prince Charming."
"Well good because the last thing I really want to be doing is looking
after you," Sam snapped again, "ever since I met you Gabriel you've been
nothing but trouble. Poking at me messing with my life and I'm sick of it."
"Kid, you can barely look after yourself. Why the hello do you think you need to look after me?" Gabriel says bitterly, although the rest of Sam's word hurt enough for him not that have a come back for them.
He'd thought Sam had forgiven him for all of that. Gabriel had regretted what he'd done, or at least the extent of it.
Gabriel huffs a soft breath. "Some things are important. I'm sorry I put you through that crap and I'm sorry I couldn't get back to help you out. I wouldn't have been much good to you without any power at all."
As it is his battery is still recharging.
"I'll do what I can and then get out of your hair alright? Deano need never know I was even here."
Gabriel gives him a gentle, pitying look. "That wasn't you Sam." Sam wouldn't have hurt that kid and they both know it.
"Look, nothing is impossible. We'll get you both back on track. A good plan that doesn't involve either of you dying for the other, a nice little lunch and maybe some spring cleaning and we'll be as good as new."
Gabriel lifts his hands, sort of shrugging. "What? You want to charge out right now? You think that will do any good at all?"
He shakes his head. "Maybe I won't make you do your laundry, but seriously? I'm not letting your two dorks get your asses kicked again because you couldn't wait. Give me a chance, okay? Besides, I might want a nap or something."
And, more importantly, work out exactly how Crowley had managed to loose his grip so badly.
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:12 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-02-01 02:16 am (UTC)Cas what the hell are you doing?
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:20 am (UTC)He should, very possibly, just come out with it. That would probably be the best thing to do. But for the first time in several years, Gabriel is actually feeling a bit more like himself. He can afford to enjoy himself a little.
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:33 am (UTC)Cas stop screwing around we don't have time for this.. What the hell is going on?
Sam's normal calm and patent manner with the angel is out the window He has too much on his plate to play games.
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:39 am (UTC)Gabriel........this isn't funny Cas,,,,just stop it. Gabriel is dead.
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:43 am (UTC)Okay, he does feel a little bad now. So he sends another message straight afterwards.
We're on our way. I missed you. And Deano, obvs. Cas is filling me in.
That sounded wrong.
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Date: 2015-02-01 02:56 am (UTC)Sam stares at his phone in complete shock and disbelief. Gabriel is alive...alive and well and Sam is gonna fucking kill him. He'd felt a deep sense of guilt over the angel's death and to know he was alive was just....stunning.
I can't believe this you and I are gonna talk once we figure this angel crap out Gabe make no mistake. Just get here.
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Date: 2015-02-01 03:02 am (UTC)Huh. Luckily with Cas' driving they have a good couple of hours before they're going to arrive. Maybe Sam will have stopped freaking out by then.
Gabriel doesn't believe it for a second. He also wonders, briefly, if this is a good idea.
I only want to speak to you. And you're going to have to meet me. Cas will vouch no trick, no lies, no custard pies OK?
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Date: 2015-02-01 05:35 pm (UTC)I missed you like a hole in the head.
Sam is more angry about being lied to yet again then he is really angry about Gabriel being alive. He takes a deep breath before he types.
Where are you two?
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Date: 2015-02-01 07:10 pm (UTC)Gabriel sets the phone down on the dash for several minutes, staring out the window. Sam isn't the only one that is angry, and Castiel picks up easily on his brother's sudden change of mood.
But before the little angel says anything, Gabriel cuts him off. "Eyes on the road."
En route. Unbunch your panties.
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Date: 2015-02-01 07:29 pm (UTC)You don't want that. Trust me Gabriel you just don't.
Sam is starting to feel things other than anger right now. His body is reminding him what it thought of Gabriel too and he has to shift a bit to get comfortable again.
Good...please get here.
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Date: 2015-02-01 08:06 pm (UTC)Trying, kiddo. Metajerk has a welcoming party trailing us. I'm sure we can deal. ❤
That was the last message. Metatron's goons keep them busy, and then Gabriel bullies Castiel into letting him drive. They arrive at the Bunker quicker that way, or at least that is what Gabriel believes.
He swaggers in to the Men of Letter's HQ in the same way he swaggers everywhere, although his attention fixes immediately on Sam.
"Like a hole in the head huh?"
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Date: 2015-02-02 04:06 pm (UTC)Sam shoots Castiel a clear "You do not want to be here," look and the younger angel makes tracks to find Dean or hide from the coming explosion, Sam doesn't really care at this point. He stalks right up to Gabriel and uses every inch of his height even though it reminds him too much of Galdreel and the way he just took over.
"Where the hell have you been," he snarls, "do you have any idea what I've been through.....and you were just screwing around when you could have been helping us."
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Date: 2015-02-02 06:17 pm (UTC)"I like what you've done to your hair." He says, as an aside, and then he puts his hand on Sam's chest, and gently pushes him back. No angelic super-strength, no Grace, no nothing. Just a gentle push to get him out of Gabriel's face.
"Me? You want to know where I have been." He says, an edge in his voice. He didn't trick Lucifer. He did die alone on that floor, and even now it makes him shudder. He represses it, and squares his shoulders. "I died. And then I came back, and I used every fucking trick I knew to do it."
Some of which Sam will not want to know. Gabriel doesn't want to recount them. He doesn't want to admit to them, anyway.
He bit the inside of his mouth, hard, to keep his voice calm. Sam wasn't even pleased to see him. Castiel had bothered to look pleased, momentarily. He'd expected more of Sam. Well, maybe expected was the wrong word.
"So here I am. What do you need me to do for you this time?"
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Date: 2015-02-02 06:43 pm (UTC)It takes every ounce of Sam's patience not to punch Gabriel in the face for even thinking he was allowed to touch him without asking. What is with the people around him and consent issues these days. It's like they just assume Sam will want whatever they want and fuck asking him. He steps back anyway still fuming "And you've been doing what...hiding well shouldn't be shocked by that it's the one damm thing you are good at," he snaps.
The words are cruel and Sam knows it, but he's done being nice. Gabriel could have helped so many times and yet he'd waited until now to just pop up and expect everything to be the same. "We need you to help us kill Abbadon because not only did Metatron fuck up Heaven but now Crowley is screwing around with Hell and of course we have to fucking fix it because who else will."
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Date: 2015-02-02 07:07 pm (UTC)He tilts his head up, as if he knows Sam's considering punching him and is offering him the chance.
"Porn. Porn and hiding." He agrees, because it took everything to just get back here. He had nothing left to try and find Tweddle Dee and Tweddle Dumb, and for a long while there was no need to.
And he wasn't back now for them either. He'd come all this way to find Castiel. And as much as he didn't say that, he wanted to.
"You honestly don't think I don't know? Jeez. I've heard. Why the fuck do you think I'm back? Trust me, it wasn't because I was missing you, Prince Charming."
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Date: 2015-02-04 05:31 am (UTC)"Well good because the last thing I really want to be doing is looking after you," Sam snapped again, "ever since I met you Gabriel you've been nothing but trouble. Poking at me messing with my life and I'm sick of it."
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Date: 2015-02-04 05:38 am (UTC)He'd thought Sam had forgiven him for all of that. Gabriel had regretted what he'd done, or at least the extent of it.
"I'm sorry."
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Date: 2015-02-04 05:44 am (UTC)Sam blinks startled. "What," he asks softly, "did you just apologize to me? You...the king of not caring."
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Date: 2015-02-04 05:51 am (UTC)As it is his battery is still recharging.
"I'll do what I can and then get out of your hair alright? Deano need never know I was even here."
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Date: 2015-02-09 05:20 am (UTC)Sam suddenly looks tired so tried. "I have no idea how you can fix this.....I killed our prophet, Dean has the Mark of Cain how can this get worse."
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Date: 2015-02-09 05:40 am (UTC)"Look, nothing is impossible. We'll get you both back on track. A good plan that doesn't involve either of you dying for the other, a nice little lunch and maybe some spring cleaning and we'll be as good as new."
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Date: 2015-02-09 06:17 pm (UTC)"Spring cleaning," Sam said with a snort, "seriously a take over of hell and you want to eat and then clean."
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Date: 2015-02-09 06:49 pm (UTC)He shakes his head. "Maybe I won't make you do your laundry, but seriously? I'm not letting your two dorks get your asses kicked again because you couldn't wait. Give me a chance, okay? Besides, I might want a nap or something."
And, more importantly, work out exactly how Crowley had managed to loose his grip so badly.
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