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Warning: mild-ish swearing and awesomeness
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"You're sulking." Sam pointed out in the absolutely most unhelpful way humanly possible.
"You don't frigging say." Dean replied icily as he gazed over to the hospital he had been forced to wait in front of for the hundredth time, wondering how hard it would be to just drive off.
"I get how you're feeling, it's a bit of a shock to me too-"
"Really? 'Cause you seem pretty fine and dandy working with the goddamn Master of Death."
"That's because I know we don't have any other options. I thought that was pretty freaking obvious."
"Yeah but it was trusting a damn supernatural thing like him that got us into this damn mess to start with. Or have you already forgotten about that?"
"No, I haven't forgotten anything." Sam offered up a half-hearted glare "but nobody ever said I trusted the guy, I just so happen to understand that maybe it's someone like him that can get us out of this."
"Oh, and it's not like he has anything to hide" Dean's voice was dripping in sarcasm. "All we know is that he was born a freaking wizard, he somehow became the damn Master of Death and that he can see, speak to and possibly control reapers. For all we know he has an angel up his sleeve and a body in his basement."
"We have an angel up our sleeve and if we had a basement I am almost a 100% sure that there would be a body in it." Sam retorted easily, and Dean opened his mouth to reply in something that probably would have sounded clever to him and him alone, when they saw Harry walking out of the hospital. He wasn't alone either.
Walking alongside the somewhat strange young man was an even stranger man, and unfortunately, a man they knew all too well.
Gabriel smiled around the lollipop he had in his mouth as the two Winchesters leapt out of their car pointing guns at him. Pfft, like those water pistols could actually do him any damage, he was the freaking arch angel of awesome and god of tricks and shit. He was invincible.
"Look who I found" Harry beamed, choosing to remain ignorant to the animosity that was getting thrown around like hand grenades.
"You know this dick?" Dean growled and Harry nodded.
"Harry and I go waaaaay back." Gabriel spoke using just a couple more hand gestures than necessary "We met before that big war he decided to w-" The angel was cut off with a loud 'ooof' sound as Harry sent a sharp elbow into his ribs.
"Gabe and I are going to get a coffee and he is going to give me some help"
"What? No, I-"
"Do you two want to come?" Harry yet again cut off the fun size angel that in reality was no shorter than he was.
"Yeah I think that would be wise." Sam lowered his gun slowly as he gestured for Dean to get back in the car, thanking the lord that his brother listened with only a single I-sure-as-hell-hope-you-know-what-you're-doing look. It was then from the front seat that were able to see the two short men exchange excited looks, almost as though they had just been given permission to have a slumber party, before half walking, half skipping, to their respected sides of the car and jumping in the back seat with far more enthusiasm than any average grown man possessed.
A five minute drive. That's all it had been, but that was enough for Sam to pretty much guess that Harry wasn't exactly of sound mind. The angel and the Master of Death had been sitting in the backseat chatting and laughing like two gossipy girls the entire time and he highly doubted that any normal person would be able to continue a conversation with the former angel so successfully. It was almost unnerving.
In fact it wasn't until they had all been seated and served that Harry dropped his happy grin and turned to his friend "Lucifer is going to kill me in order to get the tittle of 'Master of death' and I have agreed to help these lovely, if slightly dysfunctional, chaps get rid of the guy and they haven't shot me yet so I suppose I need to do something to help them."
"All fun times I see." Gabriel smirked "did they tell you that the world wouldn't be in this mess if they just accepted their roles like I've been telling them to."
"Yes but from what I have been told that would involve a lot of people dying."
"Hundreds of people die every day; you can't save them all, hero."
"Watch me try." Harry gave him a level look that seemed to bring the temperature down a couple degrees and for the first time the Winchesters realized just how dangerous this wizard had the potential to be.
"Harry, look we go way back and I love you to bits, you know that," Gabriel took a long sip of his hot chocolate- with six sugars – and starred at the other guy "but this is between my brothers, they need to sort their stuff out and I'm not going to stop them."
"Sam," Harry rounded suddenly, "If Dean was risking the lives of millions of people would you make a move to either stop him yourself, or offer up information so others could?"
"Yes I would."
"And Dean, the same to you about Sam?"
"Yeah."
"You see Gabe," the wizard turned back to him "if lives are at risk you got to do what needs to be done to save them."
"In the big picture a few million lives are hardly going to make a difference." Despite his continued argument it was obvious he was becoming less and less convinced by his own point of veiw.
"And now you just sound like a desensitised dick." Harry slouched in his chair. "You're right when you say we go way back, and I know that you have always preferred to stay out of all the conflict. I get that, I really do, but there is a massive difference between staying out of a war that people have gotten themselves into and staying out of a senseless slaughtering of innocents that just so happen to be caught in the middle of a super charged family argument. You need to stand up to your family."
"The same way you stood up to the Dursley's? And that Voldemort guy?" Gabriel finally snapped in a way that only someone who is watching their belief's fall apart right in front of them can snap. "Because from what I remember one of those lead to you getting your arse kicked and the other lead to you being killed. Neither option really comes across as appealing to me.
So you know what? Go ahead. Run off and get yourself killed, again, and let my brother have that title you always wanted to get rid of. See if I care." They glared at each other over the table for several moments before Harry abruptly stood and left.
Sam gave a small frown and looked to his brother "I'll go see if he's alright then shall I?"
"Yeah, I'll just finish up here." His brother replied and Sam could only pray that no one would be waving any guns around in his absence. It really wouldn't do to scare the crap out of the general public when there are that many people after them.
Sam found Harry sitting on a bench just a little way down the path staring straight ahead and bobbing his knee. Not really sure of what else to do he slid onto the seat next to him and said the first thing that happened to pop into his mind. "That probably could have gone better."
"I don't know what I was expecting. Gabe's always been the same."
"Did you manage to get a meeting with Death?"
"He refuses to see me in person in case Lucifer traces me through him."
"How'd you become the master of death anyway?" Sam asked, finally giving into his curiosity.
"I didn't mean to, not really." The guy looked so tired so suddenly that Sam felt his heart go out to him "I was leading a war back in the wizarding world and the only way to defeat the freak that was going to take over everything, enslaving humans and all of that, was to put together this thing called the deathly hallows. I didn't realize I was master of death until I died in the final fight."
"That sounds unbelievably sucky." Sam grimaced. "Is that why you came to America?"
"Nah." Harry took a deep breath and put back on his usual façade of a large, slightly maniacal grin "After all that hoo-ha I was told I was a hero and my god it was awful. I couldn't check the mail without the media somehow changing it around to say I was demonstrating my power unnecessarily and I was probably going to turn into the next psychotic killer any day now. Then I went and broke up with my childhood girlfriend and the whole time she was screaming at me all I could think of was Gabe's jokes about disappearing in America. So I did." Sam gave a small, genuine laugh.
They continued chatting easily for the next few minutes, managing to keep away from the darker topics that just seemed to stain every conversation as of late and instead sticking to the pleasant little topics about Harry's schooling or Sam's college experiences. It was surprisingly easy, not to mention damn refreshing for the both of them. So much to the point that, when a satisfied looking Dean and a guilty looking Gabriel emerged from the café Sam couldn't help but feel a small amount of disappointment.
This disappointment was dashed out pretty freaking quickly though when Dean pulled him to the side – more to give Gabriel space to apologise to Harry then for anything else – and told him what he had been told. There was a way to get rid of the Devil by locking him back up in the box, permanently this time. All they needed was the rings of all four horsemen, three of which they had and the fourth of which they could easily obtain through the master of the said ring bearer. For the first time in a long time there was a light at the end of the tunnel, maybe, just maybe things would get better from here.