Hello again, hmm I think I might have this story on my mind. Anyway, here have another chapter for Christmas. But first I would like to thank Tie-Dyed Broadway for the lovely review.
So here you are, I know it's a short one but it's important. I hope you still enjoy. And I also hope you all have a great Christmas and new year.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
Much Later that night, after Charlie had fallen asleep on the couch due mainly to fact that she and Poppy may have consumed more wine than was sensible, Poppy found herself standing at her window looking down at the empty street below. In her hand she held her cell, and maybe it was because she was slightly drunk, or maybe it was the guilt she was feeling at what she could have done to hurt Castiel, or maybe she just wanted to hear his voice once more. But whatever the reason she found herself typing out a number on the keypad without really looking. She still knew that number by heart. Putting the phone to her ear before she could even think to question her actions she heard it ringing on the other end, and so she waited for the other person to pick it up. She knew he would. He never didn't answer his phone in the dead of night after all.
Gabriel was pulled from sleep abruptly and grabbed his phone without thought.
"Hello." He mumbled still half a sleep, but as soon as he heard the voice on the other end he was wide awake and sitting up in his bed.
"Hello Gabriel." Poppy spoke in a quiet tone. She did not want to wake her friend after all.
"Poppy." Gabriel breathed before he pulled himself together. "What's wrong? Are you alright?"
"I'm fine." Poppy responded an involuntary smile on her lips as she heard the concern in his voice, even now after all this time he still sounded like he cared for her.
"Then why you calling? Not that I'm saying it's not appreciated, it really is, just I didn't think you would." Gabriel rambled then closed his eyes at his words. Damn he sounded like some sort of love struck idiot, and even if that was what he was, he would prefer for her not to know that. He had his pride after all.
"I heard that Castiel found out about what happened between us and I just wanted to make sure he was okay." Poppy replied her smile widening as Gabriel tried to dig himself out of the hole his original words had got him into. She had never heard him even remotely flustered, he was always so control, so it was kind of nice to see he could be. That he wasn't always the perfect charming man she had fallen in love with all those months ago.
"Yeah, he's fine now. We talked it over, you know?" Gabriel responded pulling his mind from the dreams it had concocted which said she was calling because she realised she loved him and wanted them to get back together. No she was calling to check Castiel was okay. He should have known that really. She didn't want to be with him, she had made that very clear last time they spoke.
"Good, that's good." Poppy replied. Though she said no more, but neither did she hang up the phone, giving Gabriel hope that there was something more she wanted to say. Maybe she just didn't know how, or was waiting for him to make the first move. It was his stupidity that had ended them after all.
"So what are you doing up at 3.20 in the morning?" He asked trying to make conversation so she wouldn't think she had to hang up due to the lack of words being spoken.
"Charlie came over tonight and we might have spent lots of time talking, and drinking." Poppy replied with a humorous tone. I mean why else would she be calling him at this time?
"Are you drunk calling me Poppy Rusoe?" Gabriel asked humour at her sentence lacing his own words. He loved that she had chosen to call him when she was drunk. It showed that she still might care, maybe. God he hoped so.
"Probably. I should go now." Poppy replied suddenly realising what she was doing and who she was talking to. She couldn't have this sort of conversation with him. It was over, and that was that. She was not some sappy hanger on.
"If that's what you really want." Gabriel said with a sigh as he heard her come back to herself. For a second there it had been like old times, but it wasn't then. Not anymore.
"I'm not sure I know what I really want anymore." Poppy whispered before quickly pulling the phone from her ear and hanging up before either of them could try to understand sentence, before he said something to persuade her back to him. Oh god, what had she just done? With that thought she lowered her forehead against the cold glass and sighed deeply. She was a drunken idiot, she should never have made that call. It would just show him she still had feelings for him. Damn it.
And Gabriel, alone in his bed slowly replaced his phone on the bedside table as he ran her final words to him over and over in his head. And for the first time since he had seen her again he felt the flutter of hope in his heart. Maybe he did stand a chance after all. With a smile on his face he lay back down. Come Monday morning he was definitely putting their plan into action, though this time he would really put his heart in it. If there was the slightest chance that he would win, then he would play this game with all he had. For the first time in a long time he saw clearly what he wanted for himself, and it was Poppy by his side, just as Dean was at Castiel's. Yes he wanted that for himself, and by god he was going to get it.
