Hello :) this is my first attempt at writing a fic revolving around The Trickster a.k.a. Gabriel. As I have said earlier, humor is not my forte but I enjoy reading crack fics and their affiliates :D
Here's my sincere shot at trying to capture the Trickster's awesome mind and how he sees the world through his brandy-hazel eyes… do let me know what you think about it in your reviews.
If it captures your interest, I'll continue this to make it into the short series I originally planned it to be!
Enjoy :)
A Pouch Full Of Monkeyshines.
Never ever piss off an archangel.
Especially an archangel that has been masquerading as Loki for eons of Earth years.
It was a grim day on which you thought you had bested me, boys. Not excluding you too, little brother, Gabriel thought with vengeful relish as he watched the two hunters and their angel friend talking discreetly over their take-out dinner in the nocturnal diner. That seemed a feat out of the ordinary for them, especially Castiel. The boys hardly ever ate their dinner outside, and Castiel, well, he was never known to eat.
If any heavenly resident had accomplished the very human act of eating, and also managed to develope a taste for their confectionaries it was The Mighty Trickster, Gabriel thought gleefully.
Out of his very unobvious hiding place, behind the snack counter in the guise of a buck-toothed and acne-ridden teenager, he took his own time in studying the Winchesters and his own younger brother as he plotted and schemed to get back at them for the time they had trapped him in a circle of holy oil. It had been right after he had put them on a wild charade of TV Land.
A satisfied, wishful look came over the buck-toothed snack counter employee's face as he reminisced about those entertaining pranks he had pulled. He had done it to take them out of their Apocalypsified (he'd have to trick the Oxford guys to include this word in their next edition) world and also try to make them understand why he'd chosen to leave his family.
A slight movement from the angel's side of the table in the booth he was sharing with the hunting brothers caught the renegade archangel's eye. He looked on in utter surprise as Castiel picked up a fry, broke a piece from the top of it with his other hand and put it in his mouth proceeding to chew it in slow, deliberate mastication with a wary bearing on his face and a scrutinizing look in his eyes. The older archangel looked on in astonishment as he continued to watch and saw the trench coat cladded angel nod his head in a wordless approval of the aforementioned fried snack and after finishing the one he held, he went for another one.
The older Winchester grinned in victory over getting to humanize the angel in regard to yet another aspect as he selflessly pushed the plate of greasy french-fries towards the obliging angel.
Out of his noble character and disposition to be concerned about all the people who were dear to his charge, the blue-eyed angel offered some to the younger Winchester who only shook his head in polite refusal before sending an eloquent glare towards his older brother. The angel shrugged before diving into the crunchy morsels of the greasily saturated potato sticks before a peaceful face reigned over his countenance.
The archangel stared in disbelief. Oh my little Cassy, what have they done to you?
On second thought, a nefarious grin took over the previously surprised features of the pimply-faced with his-teeth-knocked-out-of-oblivion youngster's face. He rubbed his palms together as the ideas began to pop up in his mind.
One should never trap the Trickster and then set him free thinking there'd be no consequences, ever.
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