Title: Satan smitten with amazement fell
Disclaimer: not my characters; title from Milton
Warnings: AU early in season 5
Pairings: implied Lucifer/Michael
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 365
Point of view: third
Prompt: Supernatural, Gabriel+Lucifer, Gabriel offers his big brother some surprisingly helpful relationship advice
"You know," he says, pausing to throw back a mouthful of whiskey, and then looking up at his big brother to continue, "burning this fucked up rock is not the best way to get Mikey's attention."
Lucifer's eyes burn at him, vessel's hands clenched, and oh, the ache is so sharp, how much Gabriel misses his brothers, flying together in the cosmos, when everything was new, when there were only four of them, back before. Lucifer's eyes burn, and Gabriel can see the end of things in them, but his oldest brother's voice is so soft, so gentle, when he asks, "And what would the right way be?"
Gabriel doesn't believe in happy endings anymore. Not since Dad left without looking back. And he's pretty sure Lucifer's about to kill him anyway, here in this dive bar full of corpses, because they were human and in the way.
But he misses his brothers. So he says, "I know that Michael should have chosen you. And I know he's sorry he didn't. But all he has now is Dad's final orders, and he's determined to obey." Gabriel laughs, a little sad and a lot bitter. "He thinks it'll bring Dad home."
Lucifer just looks at him. Gabriel throws back another mouthful of whiskey, sets down the glass, and squares his shoulders. He says, "You're following the script Dad left. The way to get Mikey's attention? Throw it out and do things your way."
The fire in Lucifer's eyes banks and he tilts his head. Gabriel has never been afraid of any of his brothers (only three are an actual credible threat, the only three older than him) but waiting to see what Lucifer will do – cloaked in the ether, his wings tremble.
"I'll think about your advice, little brother," Lucifer says. "And I'll be in touch."
Gabriel blinks and Lucifer's gone. He collapses on his stool, looking around at the carnage. He blinks again and they're all alive, the little humans without a clue.
He should probably go check on the Winchesters. If Lucifer's about to throw out the script… well. That douche Zach will do something stupid, without a doubt.
But first, he really could use some more whiskey.