Sam growled viciously and swore in several human tongues. He and Dean had been trapped in some stupid t.v. world by Gabriel. He'd known for eons that the little brat was insane. When it came to the humans, Gabriel hadn't been quite like little Aziraphale who had wanted to cuddle the first two to make the jump to sentience to him and wrap them in packing peanuts or something like that, and had gotten stuck on punishment duty for the last hundred thousand years or so for some boneheaded mistake he'd made trying to help out the first two with a spark of intelligence who Father had decided to name Adam and Eve, but he'd been unduly fascinated with the creatures nonetheless. This not so cute t.v. world was a result of that fascination, and apparently several centuries of running around pretending to be a pagan trickster god.
As soon as he got out of this, and could find the time to get away from Dean for a little while, he was going to beat the shit out of his little brother.
Right now, Dean seemed to be torn between awestruck and dismayed over the fact that they were currently stuck in an episode of Dr. Sexy MD. Surprise, surprise, the little drama queen who was in for the beating of a lifetime was walking down the hall wearing the main character's face.
Before he could say or do anything, Dean had already slammed the little jerk into a wall and demanded that he release him. Gabriel had refused, insisting that they play their parts. He could easily get out of this if he wanted to, but if he did so, it would ruin his relationship with Dean who he wasn't sure whether or not he knew he was Michael when he was forced to explain exactly who and what he was. There had been a much too close a call after he'd done something exceedingly stupid in Cambria, California after he'd seen pictures of a dead Jess look-alike. Fortunately, Dean hadn't asked questions, and they had gotten back on the road.
Some hunters had literally dove out of their way when they ran into each-other during a standard Salt 'n Burn last week though. Based on the look of fear in their eyes, the whole Sam is Lucifer rumor had gotten out amongst the community. So far, nobody had had the balls to try and take him down though.
The whole thing was all very confusing to him. At times, he forgot who he was, completely subsuming himself to the very human Sam persona that felt as much him as the Lucifer personality, and at other times such as when he felt threatened, like now, he was a mix of Sam and Lucifer that was mostly Lucifer. He wondered how Anna felt after her Grace had been returned to her. Had it been something like this where for a moment, she forgot who she was, what she was, and for the rest of the time she was a mix of herself and the human self she had been forced to give up?
It could drive one mad if they tried to think on it too hard. It was easier to let go and not think about it at all.
Dean snarled as he looked around the overbright and kitschy set of the imitation sitcom. Play his part? Play his part? He'd have shown Gabriel his part if Sam and Castiel weren't here. He'd play the part of the older brother who shoved his boot up his little brother's ass before he started pulling feathers.
Little Cas who he was growing rather fond of, and had been fond of as Dean was injured. Thanks to the fact that Upper Management had kicked the little guy out, Cas's Grace was failing him, and Gabriel had taken advantage of that without showing his little brother who had made moves to stop the Apocalypse for him any mercy.
Just for that, he might "Accidentally" stomp on one of Gabriel's wings...
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The first clue that Gabriel had that there was something off with the Winchesters was three hours after they had freed themselves from the warehouse, and Dean had popped up out of nowhere.
"Oh, Gabrielllllll." Dean, or should he say Michael called. "Guess what. Someone's gonna get their ass kicked, and it won't be me."
What followed was a very vicious and exceedingly painful beating in which Gabriel had his ass literally kicked several times.
The second clue Gabriel got that there was something seriously wrong with the Winchesters was when Sam showed up while he was still nursing his wounds.
"Three guesses who's in for the beating of a lifetime, and the first two don't count." Sam Winchester said with a savage grin that he'd last seen on Lucifer.
What followed was an exceedingly savage beating that had included the tearing out of a number of his primary flight feathers. Even with Archangel powers, those things took weeks to grow back, and he could tell that Samifer there knew it.
"Oh, I almost forgot." Sam Winchester, or should he say Lucifer, said shortly before he left. "If you go running to Dean or one of those dicks upstairs about this, I will kill you."
Gabriel sat there wondering what the hell was going on. Sam and Dean had obviously already said yes, but there was no Apocalypse happening. In fact, they were recruiting in an attempt to stop it. Up until now, he'd been reasonably certain that freeing Lucifer from the pit had been part of some plan of Michael's that involved having the Apocalypse actually happening and destroying Lucifer in the process. He'd wanted to stay out of it because he didn't want to see either of his brothers amongst the First die. Despite the fact that Lucifer had screwed up royally, he still loved him a bit.
The Winchester Apocalypse had been one of several potential Apocalypses that Father had planned out for the end of the world. He'd grown more interested in Sam and Dean when it became more and more certain that that Apocalypse was the one that would be going through, with a couple of modifications here and there.
Actually, now that he thought about it, the current plan involving Lucifer sounded more like something that Raph and Zach would pull. If Michael had gone along with it, it was likely because they wore him down until he agreed that their plan was probably right, and that it was what Father would want him to do if he were there. He'd been torn up enough as it was when he'd been forced to dump Lucifer in the pit when he refused to bow to the humans and rebelled, taking a number of their brothers and sisters with him. In the years since Father had left, Michael had grown cold, distant, and isolated as he ran things upstairs in the old man's stead.
Seeing as he liked the world, and wanted to see it, and the few people he'd come to actually care for in the years since he'd run off to get away from the fighting, and his changed brothers who had slowly come to believe that their Father probably wouldn't be returning, it looked like he'd be joining the "Winchesters" in their little crusade.