Of Angels and Hamburgers
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of the characters. They belong to their owners.
Ch 1 Of Gabriel
Dean was relaxing, something he rarely got a chance to do with leviathans on the loose and other things, with cheap motel cable and a gun cleaning kit. He'd have pie once Sam got back from his food run, but knowing his brother he probably found the one healthy food place in the whole damn town.
"If he comes back with some damn organic shit..."
Dean's rant was cut short by a flutter of wings, causing him to whirl around. There, in the middle of the motel room was Castiel in all his messy glory and, more importantly, alive.
"Cas?"
"Oh, hello Dean."
"What the hell are you doing here? Aren't you, ya know, dead?"
"I got better."
"When did you learn sarcasm? But that still doesn't answer why you're here." Dean paused, "Not that I don't appreciate the visit or anything."
"I am...on the run."
"From what?"
"It is better not to ask."
"Oh Cassie! I know you're in there." A very familiar voice shouted from the other side of the door in a rather sing song tone.
"Is that Gabriel?"
"As I said, it is better not to ask."
"Cassie! Is that any way to treat your favorite brother?" Now Gabriel was lounging in the chair Dean had gotten out of when Castiel had appeared.
"Hello Gabriel." Cas stated, turning his attention towards the tv.
"Dean, old buddy, hows it going?"
"Why are you here Gabriel?" Dean responded angrily.
"What, no hi, hows it going? How'd you come back from the dead?" Gabriel looked offended, "And here I thought we were good friends after I, ya know, DIED for you and you overgrown brother."
Dean glared, "Look, I appreciate what you did-"
"You damn well better. Dieing sucked. But now things have changed."
"What do you mean things have changed?" Dean demanded, getting into the angel's face.
"Man your breath stinks." Gabriel snapped his fingers and Dean disappeared from his face and found himself dropping onto one of the room's two beds, "And Castiel, why don't you share with naga breath whats been happening upstairs?"
"Gabriel I do not believe it is necessary to-"
"Whats going on here Cas? You're back, Gabriel's back. Im really tired of being in the dark here."
Castiel simply shook his head as Dean gave him harsh looks, "I am sorry Dean, but you do not need to become any more involved then you have been." Castiel took steps towards Gabriel, "I will go with you, if that is His wish."
"Who's wish? God's?" Dean asked again, torn between anger and confusion.
"Hit the nail on the head there pipsqueak. Daddy's back." Gabriel took the sucker out of his mouth and leveled a dirty look towards Castiel, "And He's really not happy about all the fighting his kids have been doing. Or how trashed they left his house. How you little shits got into my room I'll never know. But that pisses me off."
"Wait...your room?"
"Dean, do not think to hard about it. It will not end well."
Gabriel nodded sagely at this, "And for a low watt bulb like you, you might fry something."
"Low watt? Why you-"
"Dean, enough. I must go face father's judgment for my actions. If I resist any further, I fear it will not be Gabriel who comes for me and not everyone will be as...pleasant as he has been."
"Like I've always said, angels are dicks."
"Takes one to know one."
"Isn't the saying you are what you eat Gabriel?"
"You breed with the mouth of a goat."
"Brother, enough."
"Ah well, time to do my job."
"What do you mean?" Castiel and Dean both a confused look.
"I'm the messenger of God idiots. Man, sasquach really is the brains of this operation. To be honest, Dad has waay more important people and situations to handle the lil Cassie here. So he gave me his judgment and told me to pass it on."
"Well?"
"Don't rush me chuckles." Gabriel smirked, "He says to act your age next time."
With that there was a bright flash of light, much like when an angel is killed, and the flapping of wings. When Dean could finally see, both Castiel and Gabriel were gone.
"What the fuck was that all about?" Dean muttered as he looked around, "and what did he mean 'act your age next time'?"
"Dean..." A small voice came from beside him, "I believe we have a situation."
Dean blinked and looked down, noticing for the first time the child standing where Castiel had been, "Cas?"
"Do not laugh. I am not amused."
Before Dean could respond, the door opened and in came Sam with the food Dean had been craving before all this went down.
"Dean, I'm back..." he trailed off noticing the mini-Cas, "Is that Castiel?"
"Sam, go buy beer. I need one...or twenty."
"Cas, is that-"
"Sam. Beer. Now."