Title : Feel The Fear and Do It!
Fandom : Supernatural
Characters : Gabriel, Castiel
Rating : PG-13
Disclaimer : All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. No money is being made from this work. No copyright infringement is intended. Title adapted from book by Susan Jeffers
Written for the prompt : Supernatural, Gabriel, fear of flying
Feel The Fear And Do It!
Gabriel has not ever admitted it to anyone – not here on Earth and not back up there in Heaven. Down here because it would just give people something to laugh at him about – and not in the good old Trickster way. Up there he's spoiled for reasons not to admit to it. Firstly half the angels would have no idea whatsoever what he was talking about while the other half would find it hilarious – probably with a capital H.
It's not flying flying that Gabriel is afraid of anyway. Seriously he's got wings, how ironic would that be? How flawed would God's plan have been to make an archangel with wings too afraid to use them?
No, the kind of flying that scares Gabriel shitless, to use the modern terminology, is airplanes. There's just so darned much that can go wrong in the little metal toy suspended thirty three thousand feet above this tiny blue ball. Gabriel can't imagine why anyone would want to take that risk.
He's thought of the myriad ways it could all go wrong – fuel leaks, drunken pilots, birds squishing themselves into jet engines, turbulence, lightening strikes – man or nature can bring the tin can down. As far as he's concerned anyone who isn't frightened has a problem.
So of course that's precisely why he's standing here arguing with Castiel now about all the reasons why he does not under any circumstances need to be the one getting on this plane now, how there's Dean and Sam for that kind of thing or you know Bobby, they're all more expendable than Gabriel. Seriously if Gabriel's going down, he's going down in a blaze of glory, not because some stupid ass duck got stuck in a jet turbine or whatever.
Castiel just blinks, cold and calculating before saying slowly, "Gabriel."
Gabriel knows this isn't going to be anything good but Castiel continues anyway, "Gabriel, you do realize that were anything to go wrong with the flight, it would be acceptable for you to use angelic means to either rectify the problem or at least to leave in order to survive."
Gabriel blinks startled, then frowns. There's a slight flush of embarrassment as he realizes that he'd never considered the fact that if something went wrong, he could just get the hell out of there and not even be on board when the plane hit the ground anyway. He's not going to let Castiel know he won if he can help it though as so he says, "It such a horrible way to travel though, all cooped up with . . . with humanity!" He uses his very best sneer and hopes that Castiel doesn't see through it, because Gabriel has spent years cooped up with humanity and while a plane journey may be closer than he'd like to peoples unknown, it's also for a very, relatively, short period of time.
"Don't whine, Gabriel, it's not becoming of an archangel," Castiel's tone is bored now and he's turning away as if Gabriel has already agreed to go on that awful tin can, which the more he thinks about it the more he knows is exactly what he is going to do. Castiel won and Gabriel isn't even certain that he got out with his credibility intact but for the time being he's going to live in hope and if Castiel dares to say anything about it in the future, Gabriel will find something nasty to do to Dean by way of retaliation, because that always cheers him up!
