All right, so all of these little drabbles were originally posted on my Tumblr and many of them were inspired by other people's comments or even fanart by amazingly talented people. If you would like to see those inspiriations, I would suggest going to my Tumblr and clicking the "My Fanfic" link. These are going to be posted in chronological order from when I posted them on Tumblr.
This first drabble was sparked by the question of "What happened to Gabriel in the End!verse?" So this is my take on how Gabriel spent his days in the year 2014.
Life After The End
The fighting didn't stop.
Gabriel had been sure that if those Winchester kids said, "yes" everything would be over. He knew it would have been stupid to think that everything would be all sunshine and rainbows after Michael and Lucifer duked it out, but Gabriel had thought that something would change.
But Michael and Lucifer never fought.
Michael just left. He left and took everyone with him. His family left him.
And now Gabriel was stuck on Earth. He didn't think it would bother him as much as it did. After all, he had been on Earth for centuries now. Sure, the planet got a face-life courtesy of his big bro, but it shouldn't hurt as much as it did.
And it did. Oh, it did. He spent most of his days holed up in old liquor stores that hadn't been ransacked by those stupid Croats. Seriously. Did they have to destroy everything? It was bad enough that they were trying to spread their stupid disease, but destroy the liquor and candy stores? That was just taking it too far.
Whenever he couldn't find a liquor store, Gabriel somehow always ended up back there. Back where his brother had taken the stupid sasquatch of a Winchester as a vessel. He wasn't sure why he always ended up back in Detroit. It wasn't like anything was even there anymore. Luci had flown out that place, almost literally, like a bat out of hell.
His Father only knew why Gabriel always ended up there.
Or, his Father would if he were still around.
Gabriel wasn't entirely sure who he was anymore. He certainly wasn't the archangel. Any mojo he still had from Heaven had flown the coop when Michael and his merry band of douchebags had run off. He definitely wasn't Loki, though, even though the only mojo he had left was pagan.
So if he wasn't Gabriel and he wasn't Loki or the Trickster, who was he?
Gabriel supposed that if he knew the answer he wouldn't be living in liquor stores.