Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters, but I WOULD have liked to see this scenario acted out...
Base Idea of this chapter: Gabriel becomes ill and finds he now requires sustenance. Zachariah appears to him to 'check up on him', but really enjoys taunting him.
Problems: I don't think Zachariah is quite in character, but he's nasty either way.
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Several hours later a very stiff Gabriel crawled from the bathroom. He'd screamed to Michael in his hoarse voice, at this point knowing that Michael wasn't listening, but needing to try all the same. He'd then discovered illness as his rage threw him into what humans called a 'fever' and he'd thrown up several times.
By now Gabriel had a vague idea of what was going on. Michael wanted him to understand that leaving his brothers had serious reparations, but Michael himself didn't seem to realize that no matter which side Gabriel chose he'd be abandoning a big brother. That was why he was neutral in the first place.
"Being human sucks." He groaned as he lay on his bed, feeling thoroughly rotten. "I'm ill and mortal, I require the loss of consciousness every day and... there's something else..." He couldn't quite put his finger on it. An almost empty feeling inside him. "Oh, right, that must be what being hungry feels like." He knew that there was no food in his house because up until this point he just waved his hand and some appeared before him.
He staggered up from the bed and started rummaging around in doors. Having a human job meant that he was paid every few weeks, and he hadn't needed the money so he'd stashed it somewhere... he opened a drawer and found it stuffed with bills, a strange currency he knew rather little about, so he took a random amount and stuffed it into his pockets.
"What do you have that's sweet?" Gabriel asked the waitress as he plopped down into a booth.
"Well, we have-"
"No, never-mind, don't answer, I'll take one order of everything that's even remotely desert-like." He waved his hand dismissively and she left in a confused manner.
When it arrived he stared at it miserably for several minutes. "Maybe I'm too upset too eat." He said to himself. There was a brief pause. "Nah." He picked up the spoon, intent on drowning his problems in ice-cream and chocolate sauce.
"You're gonna give yourself heartburn." Remarked Zachariah, sitting across from him.
"I'm in a really bad mood." Gabriel growled through a spoonful of whipped cream. "What are you doing here?"
"Michael asked me to see how you're faring."
"Michael did, did he? Tell that sonofabitch that I want my powers back NOW!" The shout brought stares from the surrounding tables, but Gabriel completely ignored them.
"You might want to be more respectful to him, Gabe. You may be my big brother, but you are no match for him. This is a lesson for you. Are you learning it?"
"The only thing I'm learning is how crappy humans have it."
"That's almost but not quite the lesson that-"
"I don't give a crap about some lesson! I've just lost EVERYTHING, I don't feel in a learning mood!"
"Gabriel, brother, all you have to do is say yes, join the angels, come back to Heaven, and we'll give you your powers back."
"Never." Gabriel said irritatedly. How could no-one understand? He didn't want to pick a side, he wanted to remain neutral, why couldn't they just let him stay neutral? He took another bite and a stabbing pain arose in his head and he leaned forward, cupping it and moaning. He'd never experienced this before, but he believed it was what humans called a 'brain-freeze'. Ouch.
"You look terrible." Zachariah commented almost gleefully.
"I think my vessel's sick." Gabriel coughed.
"No Gabe. Your vessel isn't sick. YOU are." Gabriel shook his head, not wanting to hear this. "YOU are sick, because now that you're human you can't escape your vessel, you can't heal it. You have to endure whatever hardships a human normally endures. Pain, illness, grief, guilt... and all because you refuse to help your brothers."
"Shut up." Gabriel said through gritted teeth. Zachariah leaned over the table, cupped Gabriel's chin in his hand and rose his eyes to meet his own.
"Make me..." He whispered and Gabriel saw it then. He was enjoying this, enjoying making fun of someone he would normally be terrified of. Zachariah got up and started walking away. "I have to report back to Michael you know, I think I'll tell him how much you're enjoying your lack of power."
"I hate you." Gabriel growled because there was little else he could do or say, and he was fairly sure there was some truth in that.
"Good, hate. Just another lowly human emotion." The angel vanished, leaving Gabriel in misery.
