Ok! Heres chapter two for the people that are reading! Still don't own anyone T_T
"Dean-o!" Gabriel forced his way into the house. "How you been? You wouldn't happen to have a snickers bar on you, would ya?" he nearly shouted, a grin spread wide across his face. Gabe shook like a dog, throwing drops of water everywhere. Dean lunged for him clamping a hand over the Trickster's mouth.
"Shut up!" he snarled through gritted teeth. "What the hell do you think you are doing here? How are you here? You're dead!" he glanced him up and down. "And why are you covered in blood?"
Gabriel removed the Winchester's hand. "Relax buddy, it's my blood. And I'm here because-"
He was cut off by a female voice. "Dean?" Dean glanced over his shoulder, then back at Gabriel. He shoved him into a conveniently placed closet that was near the front door.
"Stay here," he hissed, Gabe simply smirked up at the taller man as the door was slammed in his face. From inside the closet he heard someone walking down the stairs, he assumed it was the woman he had heard.
"Dean, what are you doing up?" she asked.
"Nothing, just checking something, Lisa," Dean replied. "You go back to bed." There was a second of silence and Gabe guessed that Dean was either getting some major lip action or something. There was the sound of someone whispering and then someone walking up the stairs. The door was flung open after a few seconds.
"Who's the hottie?" Gabriel demanded, hands shoved in his waterlogged and blood stained green jacket.
"No one you need to worry about," Dean sapped.
"You sleeping with her?" He got a glare in response. "Can I sleep with her?" another glare. "Oh common, lighten up!"
"Now…" Dean paused. "How did you know Lisa was hot?"
Gabriel shrugged, "You wouldn't sleep with anyone that wasn't, now would you?" He cracked a smile, still getting no response from the Winchester. "Fine. I'll shut my cake hole."
"Ha! No you're not, you got some explaining to do," Dean scolded him as if the he were a child. He grabbed 'Loki's damp jacked and dragged him into the living room. Gabriel took one glance around a whistled.
"Wow, Dean, you did not strike me as the homey type," he collapsed onto the couch. "But gotta hand it to you, this isn't bad."
"Oh come on man," Dean sighed. "That's my couch!"
Gabriel gave him a 'no really' look. "So?"
"Your filthy," he nudged the Archangel with his foot. Another 'no really' look from Gabriel. "I don't want the place I'm gonna plant my butt covered in blood and who else knows what." Gabe held his hand up in surrender and got off the couch. Dean brushed off the area he'd been sitting and then took his place. "Now, what the hell are you doing here?"
"I don't know," Gabriel admitted. "The last thing I remember is getting gutted by my brother, then I woke up with my organs as goop." He paused. "Not fun. Well now my mojo's all wack, body won't heal up, so who do I call? Not the ghost busters, if you were wondering."
"Cas?" Dean muttered.
"Bingo," he nodded. "It seems he's got a stick up his ass again."
"Well I wouldn't know, I haven't seen Cas in the last six months," the Winchester snapped.
"Oh… Oh and how'd the end of the world thing go?" he asked.
"Well, Sam's locked in a pit with Luci and Michael, Cas got a brand new pair of wings, I got the start of a family going, and we saved half the population," Dean explained. Gabriel nodded.
There was a long rather awkward pause when Gabe spoke up, "So, can I stay here for the night, and we can figure out why I got dragged back in the morning?"
Dean gaped at him. "No, you can't stay here and I am not helping you figure out why your back." Gabriel stared down at him, slightly taken back. If anyone would help him, could help him, it would have been Dean Winchester. And now he had just turned him down. Before Dean saw Gabriel's reaction, Gabe restored himself to his cocky personality.
"Can I at least borrow some cash or some clothes?" he asked as Dean got to his feet. Dean shrugged and nodded. "Yes to cash or clothes?"
"Both," Dean said and started up the stairs. Gabriel was about to follow him up when Dean turned to him. "You wait here."
Gabe shrugged and waited for Dean to disappear into a door. Gabriel fell back on the couch, brushing off any dirt currently on his clothes onto the couch. He should ask for Dean's help again, but he wouldn't. His answer wouldn't change. Gabe would just have to shrug it off like he always did and figure it out by himself.
Then out of boredom or force of habit, he snapped his fingers. Not like he expected anything to happen, but he pulled a snickers bar out of thin air. Gabe's jaw dropped. He didn't have any mojo or grace or whatever you wanted to call it at the moment. So why did he have a snickers bar in hand now? Whatever had caused the candy to appear, he didn't really care. He had his snickers bar.