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The Trickster claps before letting his hands fall. "Well played, boys. Well played. Where'd you get the holy oil?" Dean smirked, looking over to Sam.
"Well, you might say we pulled it out of Sam's ass." Sam scoffs, shooting a glare at the older Winchester.
"Where'd I screw up?" He raises an eyebrow, moving towards the center of the circle.
"You didn't." Sam replies, stepping closer to the captured angel. "Nobody gets the jump on Cas like you did."
"Mostly it was the way you talked about Armageddon." Dean continues.
"Meaning?"
"Well, call it personal experience, but nobody gets that angry unless they're talking about their own family." He glances at Sam.
"So which one are you?" Sam asks, not noticing the look. "Grumpy, Sneezy, or Douchey?"
"Gabriel, okay?" A heated look is shot towards the pair of hunters. "They call me Gabriel."
"Gabriel? The archangel?" Saying Sam was shocked is an understatement. Archangels are heaven's most terrifying weapon.
"Guilty."
"Okay, Gabriel." A frown crosses Dean's face. "How does an archangel become a trickster?"
"My own private witness protection." The archangel explains. "I skipped out of heaven, had a face transplant, carved out my own little corner of the world. Till you two screwed it all up."
"What did Daddy say when you ran off and joined the pagans?" It was a simple question, really. Sam didn't have to shoot a glare at him.
"Daddy doesn't say anything about anything."
"Then what happened?" Sam asks, a frown on his face. "Why'd you ditch?"
"Do you blame him? I mean, his brothers are heavyweight douche nozzles."
"Shut your cakehole." Gabriel bites out. "You don't know anything about my family. I love my father, my brothers. Love them. But watching them turn on each other? Tear at each other's throats? I couldn't bear it! Okay? So I left. And now it's happening all over again."
"Then help us stop it."
"It can't be stopped." The archangel looks down, defeated.
"You wanna see the end of the world?"
"I want it to be over!" Gabriel yells. "I have to sit back and watch my own brothers kill each other thanks to you two! Heaven, hell, I don't care who wins, I just want it to be over."
"It doesn't have to be like that. There has to be some way to, to pull the plug." Gabriel laughs at the look on the tall hunter's face.
"You do not know my family. What you guys call the apocalypse, I used to call Sunday dinner. That's why there's no stopping this, because this isn't about a war. It's about two brothers that loved each other and betrayed each other. You'd think you'd be able to relate."
"What are you talking about?" The confusion in Sam's face causes the archangel to roll his eyes.
"You sorry sons of bitches. Why do you think you two are the vessels? Think about it. Michael, the big brother, loyal to an absent father, and Lucifer, the little brother, rebellious of Daddy's plan. You were born to this, boys. It's your destiny! It was always you! As it is in heaven, so it must be on earth. One brother has to kill the other."
"What the hell are you saying?"
"Why do you think I've always taken such an interest in you? Because from the moment Dad flipped on the lights around here, we knew it was all gonna end with you. Always." The room pauses, Sam and Dean giving each other a long look.
"No." Dean states, trying to convince both himself and the others in the room. "That's not gonna happen."
"I'm sorry. But it is." His sigh fills the room. "Guys. I wish this were a TV show. Easy answers, endings wrapped up in a bow… but this is real, and it's gonna end bloody for all of us. That's just how it's gotta be. So. Boys. Now what? We stare at each other for the rest of eternity?"
"Well, first of all, you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him."
"Oh am I." How can archangels sound so human?
"Yeah. Or we're going to dunk you in some holy oil and deep-fry ourselves an archangel." With a snap, Castiel appears next to the door.
"Cas, you okay?" Dean asks, worry in his voice.
"I'm fine. Hello, Gabriel."
"Hey, bro. How's the search for Daddy going? Let me guess. Awful." Ignoring the glare he gets, he crosses his arms.
"Okay, we're out of here. Come on, Sam." Heading to the door, he partially ignores the calls behind him.
"Uh. Okay. Guys? So, so what? Huh? You're just gonna, you're gonna leave me here forever?" By now, the trio are by the door when Dean stops and turns back.
"No. We're not, 'cause we don't screw with people the way you do. And for the record? This isn't about some prize fight between your brothers or some destiny that can't be stopped. This is about you being too afraid to stand up to your family." Pulling the fire alarm, the sprinklers go off.
"Don't say I never did anything for you."
Glaring, Gabriel watches Team Free Will leave. Castiel looks back for a moment before leaving. The fire goes out; somehow not spreading the grease fire.