Author's Notes: Happy Birthday Osric Chau!
Warnings: Anal sex
**This has been edited by Queen0fHearts
Chapter 15
Finding Pestilence was a lot easier once they had a name and idea of what kind of place to look for. While there were thousands of retirement homes, there were just a few with a Doctor Green attending and only one where he recently started working. Getting his ring was a great deal easier with Loki around than it would have been without him. The second the two Winchesters, Castiel, and Loki made it to the retirement home Pestilence started to use his abilities on them. Thankfully Loki was immune. It shocked the hell out of Pestilence who tried to escape, though he didn't make it far before Loki was chopping off his ring and tossing it to Dean, who was the one in the best shape at the time. Luckily no one needed any healing. Once the ring lost its connection to the horseman, their ailments reversed.
Loki was about to snap everyone to the motel room when Bobby called to tell them his friend noticed movement with the vaccines. They were going to ship them out. As soon as Bobby mentioned the trucks were being loaded, Loki snapped his fingers and transported himself and those he was with to the site. "You know when this is over I am taking a good long vacation on my island. This jumping from hunt to hunt thing is bullshit." Loki's comment made both humans snort slightly, he even noticed a slight smile on Castiel's lips.
"You guys blow this place up, and I'll track down Death. We might be able to have this all over with in time for a very long weekend." Not waiting for an answer, Loki immediately transported several bags of explosives beside them. Laughing, he snapped again to bring the Impala close by in case he wasn't back in time "I'm going to go get the last piece of the puzzle while you boys make this place go boom," Loki was about to leave when he realized this would be the last time he would see them all as a god. He knew what Death wanted, what would be demanded of him to have the horseman's ring, and it was going to cost him this.
"Wait, you mean Death is just going to pass you his ring?" asked Sam.
Loki shook his head, "Nah, he wants something but that's for me to worry about. Now that we have a plan and the means to shove Luci back in the box, it will be fine."
Dean piped in then, glancing between Castiel and Loki, "What could Death possibly want from a pagan?" with a sad smile on his face, Loki shook his head. Stepping back, the god did something he hadn't done in over a thousand years. He spread his wings.
"With a pagan? Nothing. It's about what he wants from an archangel. You were right, Castiel. No pagan has the power I do." As he lifted his wings and flew from the area, Loki heard Castiel whisper his name in almost wonder.
"Gabriel."
Finding Death was simple. While he was still bound by Lucifer, that didn't stop the entity from enjoying his life as much as he could, and thus Gabriel wasn't surprised when he located Death at a pizza joint. Taking his seat beside the man, the archangel made a show of stretching his wings. For a second they looked at each other, Death raising an eyebrow before Gabriel sighed. It took a bit of grace, however in a few moments he was able to practically wash away the magic inside him which was Loki. It hurt. Not physically, he was always Gabriel and thus having the power of a pagan was a lot like putting on a coat of energy, but to know that he would never again be able to be the god he had created hurt.
"I expected this to take longer. Tell me how did you manage to track down my brothers? And what is your plan for The Morningstar?" Death asked before taking a bite of pizza.
Gabriel shrugged, "I asked for help. The boys stumbled upon Famine while on a hunt and finding Pestilence was a matter of asking Odin for aid. We plan on overpowering Luci, having Sammy-boy call him out, and the pagans have offered their warriors for battle to help shove him in the box."
Death sighed before leaning back in his chair slightly, his pizza forgotten on his plate. "I suppose that plan should work. I noticed Michael's other vessel is missing from the playing field. Very well, though I would suggest perhaps thinking about limiting how many soldiers you have. Hopefully, you can force him into his cage without too many pagans this side of the world. It… unbalances things." Without another word, Death took off his ring and pushed it across the table toward Gabriel. "I expect this back once he is locked up again." With those final words Death left the area, vanishing before Gabriel could thank him.
Groaning the archangel ran his fingers through his hair before picking up the ring and making his way to Bobby's house. It was strange being there without the hunter who Gabriel knew to be on his weekly errand run in town. By washing away the side of himself that is pagan he also no longer had a full connection to his High Priest. There was a gaping wound where their bond had been, and while he knew he had no choice Gabriel felt as though he had ripped a part of himself away. Going into Bobby's bedroom, the former god pulled open the bedside drawer and took back his medallion.
Looking at the amulet, Gabriel sighed. There would be no point in Bobby carrying his former symbol. Without his pagan side available to him he couldn't draw power from it even if Bobby still wanted to be his High Priest. The archangel rested his head on the pillow he had claimed as his own. It was going to be hell, trying to get the Winchesters to trust him again, trying to get Bobby to trust him again. Was it even possible for the hunter to forgive him for lying about who and what he was? Gabriel knew how they saw angels; 'dicks with wings' had been thrown about more than once. While he agreed that most of his brothers fit the profile, it was a category he would be thrown into as well.
Feeling a pull on his grace, Gabriel closed his eyes before standing beside the bed, laying the amulet on his pillow along with a single golden feather. He would explain himself to Asgard, would plead for them to still help, and hopefully when it was all over he wouldn't lose what little family he had left.
Bobby didn't know what to think. While he was more than grateful to the god who had healed his legs and helped them find a way to end this mess, he didn't know how he felt about sleeping with an archangel. Unlike the Winchesters, Bobby realized exactly how powerful Gabriel was, how he had put himself and his boys in danger each time he summoned the being. He had known that Loki was powerful, but they were doing everything they could think of to stop two archangels from fighting and here was one who seemed to throw himself into the mix of things. The older hunter didn't miss how Castiel went from not wanting Loki around to searching for the missing archangel.
They had the rings, the missing one appearing next to the amulet and feather Bobby had found on Loki's pillow. He didn't know if the archangel was gone for good or if he would be there when they decided to put their plan into action. Bobby didn't think it was like Loki to bail after making certain they all followed his plan beforehand. Still, there was real worry in the hunter's stomach that this was the last he would see of his god. Picking up the medallion, the hunter sat on his bed, rubbing his thumb on the runes and sigil of Loki.
No matter how much cursing and complaining Dean was doing, Bobby couldn't find it in himself to be angry at the archangel. From the beginning, Bobby had gotten the impression that Loki was hiding something from him, something he wasn't certain he wanted to know at the time. Now he still didn't know if he wanted to know about his god's real identity. Biting his lip, Bobby pressed his thumb against the pointed edge and drew a few drops of blood before smearing it on the engraved surface.
"Loki, I don't know what to think about this angel business, but we're moving in a couple days if you're going to join us. Give me those couple days to let the boys wrap their heads around this whole thing, would ya? But… if you wanted to drop by I wouldn't hate it, even if it's just with me," Bobby paused in his prayer before closing his eyes. "Loki, my god, my healer, and my salvation… this doesn't change things between us, you hear? Take a couple days if you need it, but it's mostly Sam and Dean who need to cool down… I knew you were something different for a while now and it hasn't stopped me from having you stay the night."
Setting the amulet aside, Bobby stroked the single golden feather before placing both tokens beside his bedside table and slipping under the covers. It was going to be a long, restless night.
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