Enter Gabriel, stage ceiling or something.
("They named him after the angel Gabriel in hope that he would be a nice person. He's not. He's an arsehole." My friend, paraphrased, introducing me to her older brother.)
5.08 Changing Channels.
Gabriel POV
20th November 2009
TV Land was great. Until it wasn't.
Gabriel had been doling out ironic judgement for millennia. He'd flown under the radar for so long he sometimes forgot who he was. Nobody had ever suspected who he was or even that he was more than who or what he said he was. Nobody until the Winchesters had decided that he was an angel based on how he complained about his family.
There was a joke in there somewhere about just deserts.
He wondered if it was his Father or karma the automatic universe balancing system. He could at least yell at his Father. If they ever met again, that is.
"So which one are you?" With the holy oil and rib warding's in the way Gabriel couldn't read what Sam was thinking from his soul the way he usually did but his face gave away quite well how much he was not a happy camper. "Grumpy, Sneezy or Douchey?" For a moment he considered lying or blowing out the holy oil with his pagan magic and just living with the aftermath. He was quick, he'd be able to leave before any angels or demons showed up but the magical backlash would show it was him and his Witness Protection would be blown to smithereens the apocalypse would up its stakes, not to mention with the True Vessels ready for the taking.
"Gabriel, okay? They call me Gabriel." He tried to keep his voice flat.
"Gabriel? The Archangel?" Sam went from not a happy camper to on the bus home in point two seconds flat.
"Guilty." He flashed a smirk.
"Oh thank God." Both he and Sam turned in surprise to look at Dean who was running his hand through his hair and grinning at Sam. After a second understanding lit up in Sam's eyes too and he also started to slowly smile. Gabriel had never realised how unnerving it was to have two Winchesters grinning at each other over his head.
"Not usually the response I get anymore but thanks anyway." He butted in making them turn back to him and Deans face to twist.
"What? No! We have questions about True Vessel's, and we've been looking for somebody who will answer them without making it seem like it's Heaven on Earth for ages." Sam turned to look at him expectantly, eyes shining.
"I can't help you there, it is." He shrugged and held out his hands in a 'what can you do' gesture.
"What." Dean frowned at him.
"Heaven on Earth. That's the point of a True Vessel." Gabriel rolled his eyes. Honestly what were his brothers doing if they didn't know that no wonder they were resisting. "An Archangel's True Vessel? You're like the Pacari Chocolate of Vessels. The Ferrari of Vessels. And that's with a different angel. The angel you're matched with? That's a high you'll never want to come down from because you'll feel complete." He made sure to look them both in the eye while giving his little speech.
"Right, well what makes a True Vessel." Sam shifted uncomfortably but blurted out the question like he hadn't been listening to a word Gabriel had just told him.
"Depends on the angel. Trying to see if it's reversible? It's not. It makes you soulmates and soul entanglement isn't something you can really untangle. Nothing you do will make you any less Lucifer's True Vessel or make you no longer Michael's." The look the Winchesters exchanged made him wish he could see their souls.
"That's the problem." Sam dragged out turning back to him.
"What?" Gabriel looked between the two of them waiting for them to get to the point already.
"Michael says I'm his True Vessel." Gabriel blinked at them as he quickly rearranged his world view.
"Interesting change in dynamics but the point still stands." He shifted and a note of finality into his voice. "I just got who will be with whom. One of you still going to die because the other's the True vessel of the other and they're still mad about betraying each other."
"That's also the problem." Dean gave a small smirk.
"How's that a problem?" Gabriel glared at him. "You're Michael's True Vessel, he's Lucifer's. The older/younger brother symbology's thrown out the window, but it hasn't stopped it because nothing can stop it."
"That problem is that Lucifer also thinks Sam's his True Vessel." Dean stared at him like he was trying to peer into his Grace.
"That's not possible." The words were out of his mouth before he could figure out a way to convey them better.
"That's what we thought. But it's true." Something like hope curled around his Grace at Sam's gentle words and he swallowed it down before replying.
"You know what. Let me out of this Holy Fire, tell me everything and I'll see what I can do about your Vessel problem."
"First you're gonna bring Cas back from wherever you stashed him." He rolled his eyes at Dean and glanced over at Sam to give him his sympathy for putting up with Dean's Castiel bullshit and snapped his fingers. Castiel appeared behind Dean glaring at him in every dimension possible, at least he presumed, he couldn't see a few of them but he was definitely glaring at him in the few he could see.
"Cas you okay?" Dean asked at once. Castiel took a moment to glare at him some more before replying.
"I'm fine." Oh yeah, Gabriel recognised that tone no matter how long he'd been away from home. Apparently, Dean did too because he turned back to Gabriel and glared at him too. He lowered his hand and looked back to Castiel.
"Hello Gabriel." He grinned at him. He had a reputation to maintain with the little ones after all.
"Hey Bro, how's the search for daddy going? Let me guess. Awful." He snapped because he couldn't resist, it had been a while since he could vent. Castiel glared at him even more and he turned back to Sam because he was the most reasonable of the bunch and because he was the one he was going to help. "So, you gonna let me out so I can help you or what?"
Sam sighed.
Pacari Chocolate was apparently the 2012 winner of the 1st International Chocolate Awards in the category of dark/origin bars.
Yes there are International Chocolate Awards.