A/N 1: Something that came about when I made a flyer that said, "Heaven's #1 Homo".
A/N 2: I have NOT abandoned my fic, Arielle. I just hit a roadblock. I've written the beginning of chapter 3 numerous times. I just don't know how I want them to react and stuff like that.
DO NOT OWN. NOT BETA'd.
HEAVEN'S #1 HOMO
RATED T FOR CONTENT
Castiel sighed for what Gabriel thought to be the 27th time that morning. When Castiel sighed again, Gabriel had had enough.
"What, Castiel?"
"Why don't people like me?" Castiel asked, glumly,
"Maybe it has something to do with you being a raging queen?" Gabriel replied, like it was obvious.
Castiel tilted his head to the side, confused.
"What do you mean?"
Gabriel snorted in disbelief.
"Are you serious?" he asked while gesturing towards the whole of Castiel.
"Do you even see what you're wearing? In what universe do you believe that normal people wear sleeveless half-shirts, homemade daisy dukes, and army-issue combat boots? Face it, Cassie, you are the biggest pole smoker in heaven."
"Whatever, Gabe. I look great. Even father thinks it's fine."
Gabriel laughed. "Really? From what I hear, even Dad thinks you're a huge homo."
Gabriel snapped his fingers. What would he be if he didn't play a prank of two?
"Real mature, Gabriel." Castiel said, while looking down at his shirt.
Gabriel had charmed Castiel's shirt to flash, "Heaven's #1 Homo" in dayglo green lights.
Gabriel just laughed as he walked away from a fuming Castiel.
