Chapter 2
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or it's characters, but I DO love how Gabriel is portrayed.
Base Idea of this chapter: Gabriel discovers sleep, aging and depression.
When everyone in the building came running to see what had made a scream of anger so loud it could be heard over half the town, Gabriel had already left. Although this time, instead of zapping away, he'd had to walk.
As he walked he looked around him, and for the first time he really noticed the humans. And as he watched them, watched what they were like, he was thoroughly horrified. To go from being an archangel, capable of making anything appear out of thin air, being able to heal and resurrect... and stick people in time loops, heh, he wished he could have used that on someone sometime... to being a powerless human.
When he got back to his flat and looked around he was relieved to see that at least everything he'd created before was still there. And because he was posing as a human he still had basic human essentials, like a bed.
"A bed." Gabriel said flatly, "That's depressing." Because now that he was human he'd have to sleep at some point. Sleep, the loss of consciousness. Yes, that would be rather scary, and to have to do so EVERY night! He shuddered. How did humans stand it?
"Alright Michael." He sighed, weary of being powerless even though he'd only found out about losing his abilities half an hour ago. "You've had your fun, now give me my abilities back." He waited. Nothing happened. "What if I'm polite for once? Please may I have them back?" Still nothing happened. "Michael this is NOT FUNNY! So you're higher up on the chain of command then I am, SO WHAT? YOU CAN'T CUT ME OFF FROM HEAVEN!" He was shouting now, flying into a rage and kicking things over because now they wouldn't just fly around at his command.
"I'M MORE KNOWN THAN YOU ARE! I DON'T GIVE A DAMN THAT YOU'RE MORE POWERFUL! GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING POWERS!"
He screamed until his voice gave way several hours later, only another thing that wouldn't happen to an angel. With a hoarse "Fuck you Michael." He fell onto his bed which, until this point, had only ever been used for sex. But now he felt a wave of exhaustion overcome him, which was more than a little frightening. He wondered what this strange floaty sensation was that overcame him when he closed his eyes, then he fell into a deep, haunted sleep.
When Gabriel awoke he bolted upright and backed away from the bed uncertainly. THAT had certainly been unpleasant! Losing consciousness for... he checked a clock... FIVE HOURS! He was shaking and remembered the images, the dreams. Where he had been stuck as human until his vessel grew old and died with him it. And he supposed that he would age now that he was no longer a true angel.
To test that theory he staggered over to the bathroom and peered into the mirror. A thin layer of rubble coated his mouth area. "I'm... aging..." He whispered, and now that he faced mortality he felt a crushing weight. Was this... what... depression?
"Emotions. Funny Michael. Hilarious. I have emotions already! I trick people, so that's joy, distrust, contentment, whatever. And I have anger, mostly directed at you right now. But, come on, other emotions too? Depression? What is this, some sort of joke? Is taking away my powers not amusing enough? This really isn't funny. Are you listening brother? Because, I swear, if I don't get my abilities back, you are so FUCKING DEAD! I don't know how I'm going to find you, but I swear you are so DEAD if I don't get my powers back." And he put his head in his hands.