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Chillin' in Limbo
Two brothers reluctantly spend some time together.
Gabriel, in an attempt to accept his lot in the afterlife, was getting a massage from twin blondes in bikinis. A smiling brunette was holding a candy dish filled with a variety of tasty chocolate treats, which the angel was eating piece by delicious piece.
An alarm went off somewhere, sending Gabriel into a sitting position. "Ok, girls, go away. Don't come back unless I call you." Before the brunette could leave, Gabriel grabbed the candy dish from her manicured hands. "You can leave that here, doll." Rising from the massage table, Gabriel snapped his fingers, enclosing his not-so-tall body in jeans and a button up shirt.
The door to the large colorful room opened, and in walked a very pissed angel.
"Hey, bro! When did you get in?" asked a welcoming Archangel.
The grim-faced angel scanned the badly decorated accommodations, and frowned even more. "I didn't just 'get in', Gabriel. My vessel was destroyed. Why does this place look like 1970s regurgitate?"
"There you go again, mocking my taste in the finer things," Gabriel huffed.
"You have no taste, brother." Castiel looked down his nose at how low they had fallen.
"And you look like an encyclopedia salesman," Gabriel tossed back.
"I...I lost the trench coat," Castiel looked down at the white shirt and tie, and boring dark slacks. "So where the hell..."
"Not Hell, brother. Limbo. We're in Limbo." Gabriel scarfed a couple of pieces of candy.
Angels couldn't be killed, not completely. If the vessel of an angel was killed by a weapon created just for the task, it could not be resurrected. And a new one could not be secured. So for an angel, it was akin to death. They were sent to Limbo until they were released by their Father. That meant God had to let them go free. And for the moment, He was no where to be found.
Castiel would refuse to take his new situation lying down. "I have to get back. Dean and Sam need my help."
"Help, for what?" Gabriel asked, not really caring. His days on Earth were done. "So who killed your vessel? A Demon? An Angel? The...Winchesters?" He gave Castiel a knowing smile, not thinking that he, in fact, knew nothing.
Castiel remained grim faced. "It was the Leviathans."
Gabriel swallowed hard, choking on a piece of chocolate. "Levia...Leviathans? Seriously."
Castiel only nodded silently. Moving to stand before his brother angel, Cas stared him in the eyes. "I need to get back, Gabriel. Now."
"There's nothing you can do, bro. You're stuck here, for the time being anyway. It's not exactly the worst place you can be, you know. You can have anything you want, so why not sit back and enjoy." Gabriel held out the candy dish. "Chocolate?"
Castiel became angry. "How can I enjoy anything, Gabriel, when Dean and Sam are about to go up against the most powerful of all God's creations!"
The Leviathans had been created before angels, and were even more powerful. But they developed an unstoppable hunger that God himself could not control. So he locked them up in Purgatory for what should have been forever. Then they had been freed by Castiel's poor planning and very human-like arrogance. In risking everything, Castiel had lost everything. Still, he was determined to get back to Earth. He had guided his trench coat to the spot where Dean, Sam and Bobby had followed him to the lake. He had hoped they would see it as the sign he had intended it to be. I'll make it back.
Gabriel was watching his brother closely. He could understand the angel's feelings. He, himself, had offered his aide to the Winchesters. Dean had accused him of being unable to stand up to his family. It had taken him awhile to find his balls, but when he did, Gabriel had realized that Dean was right. He had also discovered that humans were wonderful creatures. Not perfect, to be sure, but they had a few qualities he liked. When his family fought, the skies darkened, and the Earth quaked. When the Winchesters and their friends fought, the end result would be much apologizing, with a few hugs thrown in for fun. Gabriel had pleaded with Lucifer to let go of all of his frustration, and rejoin the family. In answer, Gabriel had received a sacred knife in his gut.
Flopping on the velvet sofa, the Archangel snapped his fingers, and the two blondes reappeared. "Come on, Cas, join the party." He leaned over and kissed the blonde on his left. Then he leaned in the other direction and kissed the blonde on his right.
Castiel frowned. Dean had tried to introduce him to the pleasures of the flesh, but he just couldn't let himself relax. Angels had, in the past, mated with human females, but no good ever came of it. While Cas had made a few mistakes in his existence, that would not be one.
"Cas, would you sit down please. You're making me nervous." Gabriel tried to ignore his anxious brother, in favour of the roaming hands of the twins. They may have been constructs of his imagination, but they still provided a great deal of pleasure.
Cas reached down and touched each twin. In a micro-second, they vanished.
"Hey, dude, I wasn't done with them yet!" Gabriel pouted, popping another chocolate into his mouth.
Cas sat next to the fussing Gabe, and asked, "How do we leave? You've been here longer..."
"Yeah, and in case you haven't noticed, I'm still here." He waved his hands around, and gave Cas a tight-lipped stare. "At least I'm trying to make the best of things. We just have to wait until Dad gets home, so he can pull us from this place."
Cas had no doubt their Father was around somewhere, but he hadn't been successful in his search for him, nor had any of the other angels. "Gabriel, I don't believe for one moment that you'd be happy here, waiting for Father to rescue you. I know you've changed your way of regarding humans. What was it Lucifer said you spouted that made him so angry? 'I'm loyal, to them'. Wasn't that what you said? You, an Archangel, said that people were better than us. You can imagine my shock when I heard that report, those words coming from your mouth. Lucifer couldn't believe it either. But when I heard he had killed your vessel, I mourned for you, brother. I wept tears."
Gabriel lowered his head. He had made that statement to Lucifer, and it had gotten his vessel killed. But he wouldn't have changed anything. He cared about humans, and it all started with Dean and Sam Winchester. In their arrogance and blind courage, they taught him something about forgiveness and love. He had sworn his allegiance to the human race in the face of Lucifer's wrath. '...I'm not on your side or Michael's. I'm on theirs.' Looking over at Cas, his eyes glistening with moisture, he said, "I'm sorry. I should have been in the game from the beginning. I just wanted it to end. For all the fighting to stop."
"Well, it has, for us. Now the world has to deal with the Leviathans. We need to help, Gabriel. You know what they're capable of," Cas reminded his brother.
A shiver went through his fascimile body. Yes, he knew what the Leviathans were known for. And it wasn't pretty. But what could two brave humans and two powerless angels hope to accomplish against an army of those vile beasts. "This is insane, you know that, Cas."
Cas tilted his head as he pursed his lips. "I know, Gabriel, but what choice do we have?"
"We're safe now," Gabe promised.
"Humans wouldn't be," Cas pointed out.
"We have no powers," Gabe reminded.
"Neither do the Winchesters," Cas countered.
You're ticking me off here," Gabe griped.
"You already accomplished that for me," Cas glared.
The two brothers stared at one another for 3 months Earth time, but for them, it was only a minute or two. Finally, Cas stepped forward, and held out his hand.
Gabriel looked down at the extended hand. He had never wanted to fight any of his brothers. He loved them all, even Lucifer. It had pained him to lose so many. Yet Castiel was still here. Cas, the one who had defied the ruling order, and had sided with the humans first. He stepped forward, and took his brother's hand. They both pulled each other into a silent embrace.
Eventually, they pulled apart.
"I love you, my brother," Cas said warmly.
"Don't get mushy on me, man." Gabriel smiled as he continued to clasp Cas's hand. "So, what do we do now?"
"We get out of here, and go find Dean and Sam."
A/N: this will be a two parter story. I don't want to get into an extended fight between the good guys and the bad guys. This is more a character study of two angels who have been through hell, and who find their brotherly alliance once more. Let me know if you like it.