Heya! Here with another chapter, with even more Gabriel mischief. We get to see just what's up with that dog Gabe has, as well.

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Chapter six: Favors

It was finally time to go. Dean couldn't really take much more, so it was pure ecstasy when he heard Castiel say, "Come, Dean. We're taking you back."

Yeah, until he remembered who the other part of that 'we' was referring to. Frickin' Gabriel, the psychotic, narcissistic archangel who decided on a whim to follow him and Sam for kicks. He was really getting tired of this crap. Wendigoes, vengeful spirits, Djin, Fairies… It was time to take a vacation. Unfortunately, it wasn't going to happen sometime this century so Dean gave up thinking about Honolulu and wondered just how long they'd been up here for. Days, months, maybe even years? Poor Bobby must be having a heart attack, by now. The bastard himself turned and smirked at him, then opened his mouth and laughed, "He won't even know you left, Dean-o. I can't travel in time for nothing!"

How very Peter Pan of him. God, he hated those Disney movies. Gabriel laughed again and turned to Michael. "Hey Mikey, can we refill Cassie here? Being the powerhouse is gonna get old fast. Please?" even Dean had to admit that the messenger could teach even Sammy a few things on how to pull off the perfect puppy eyes, but he'd never say it out loud. Of course, he'd never have to now that he realized the archangel was reading his mind. Giving said angel a withering glare, he paused when the words caught up to him. Gabriel was asking for Cas' grace to be restored.

Castiel looked just as surprised and slightly disappointed when the eldest shook his head. "He is a traitor to heaven, brother. Castiel shouldn't have even stayed here this long."

Angular face changing into a stubborn mask, the archangel defiantly floated over to Castiel and placed two fingers on his forehead. Golden grace shimmered on the tips, disappearing just as quickly as it came. The angel of Thursday gasped softly and started to glow a bright blue in response. Seconds later, the exchange of angelic mojo was finished and Castiel stood staring at a slightly dimmer Gabriel. Pouting sulkily at the incredulous Michael, he whined, "Just 'cus you said he's a traitor doesn't make him one. I've seen what he can do, brother, and it's more than we ever could. Castiel will make this world or break it and Heaven will suffer right along with it." Stopping, he cocked his head and grinned. "On that cheerful note, vamanos knuckleheads! We have a horseman to find."

Making a grab for their arms and ignoring the angrily shouting Michael, Gabriel took them back exactly two hundred and sixty five years, five hours, fourty-two minutes and thirty-three seconds to almost the exact time that they left. After all, he didn't want to change the time stream completely. Just enough so that he could see Bobby's face when they landed right in front of his nose. The cheerful smile he had when he landed faded when the retort of a gun ruined the chirping of the birds and put a hole right through the middle of his forehead. Tongue sticking out slightly, Gabriel tried to see the path through his brain but it healed too quickly. Plus, he was pretty sure he was going cross-eyed.

Smiling slightly, Castiel patted him on the shoulder and murmured in his ear, "I'm sure there will be plenty of time for you to discover you're lack of brains, but for now let's focus on finding the horsemen and getting Bobby out of his current state."

Not realizing the insult, Gabriel peered at the old human and realized he was blinking in shock. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned a bucket of water and splashed it onto Bobby's face. Spluttering, he hissed, "Thanks, ya eedjit! Now I have to replace that damned angel charm…" trailing off, he looked at them and sighed. "I'm too old fer this. Alright, who's the new guy?"

Giggling like a child, Gabriel said, "Let's play charades!" and got into the position of a trumpet player. Staring at him incredulously, Bobby grunted, "I'm guessing one of the younger ones."

Rubbing his forehead tiredly, Castiel muttered, "Actually, he's one of the oldest. Bobby, this is my brother Gabriel. Gabriel, you already know Bobby and most of his life story so I'm not going to bother. Any news?"

Glaring at him now, Bobby prodded the archangel with the gun that had recently put a hole through his head. In retaliation, he summoned an angel blade and gently poked him with the flat of the tip. It continued back and forth without anyone really paying attention to what they were doing until Bobby finally dropped the gun and shouted, "Alright, that's enough! I don't care if yer an archangel, if you poke me one more time with that pig-sticker…"

Getting that familiar look of mischief in his eyes, Gabriel slowly brought the blade closer to Bobby's arm until Castiel distracted him with a Twix bar. Sighing, he made the sword vanish and watched his brother chase the flying piece of candy until he deemed the archangel far enough away. Releasing his hold, he let the chocolate drop down to Gabriel, who cradled it like a baby and then ate it in record time. Shuddering in disgust, he repeated his earlier question. "Is there any news on the horsemen?"

Grunting, Bobby turned his attention to Castiel. "There was a murder in this lab where one man tore the other apart. Apparently, there was nothing' but sulfur in his blood that would make him do it so I'm thinkin' it was pestilence settlin' down for a good ol' pissin' contest. There haven't been any since then, but you boys should probably check it out. 'n get that idiot away from me 'fore I decide that holy oil is th' new way ta serve angel wings. Extra crispy."

On the road: Few hours later

"West Nevada going east, is it? Do we have much of a choice?" snickered Gabriel from the backseat of the Impala. Wherever Cas goes when he's not with them didn't seem to appeal to the archangel for whatever reason, so they were stuck with him. Joy. The laughter stopped suddenly, and they turned around to see Gabriel with a slight glow surrounding his eyes. "Hey, do either of you knuckleheads realize the king of the crossroads is looking for you?"

Just as soon as he said that, Crowley, the bastard who put them on a suicide mission against Lucifer with the Colt he knew wouldn't work, showed up in the backseat with the angel. Dean swerved, but Gabriel just laughed and said, "Hi, Crowley! It's been a while, hasn't it?"

The demon promptly looked at the more powerful being and smirked cockily. "Ah, so this is where you've been for two thousand years! The oh-so-powerful Lucifer was worried, you know. Sad, really, since we all knew you weren't dead. Just won me a new Ferrari, Gabe!"

Sam lunged at Crowley with the demon blade and punctured leather as he left. Now outside the car, he mockingly tapped on the glass. Yawning, Gabriel curled up for a cat-nap and a communion with his Father while the Winchester cornered the traitorous demon only to give him a lecture, threat and release type gig. Having already looked into the future, he should know. It was boring. So why listen in and mouth along to the words? Of course, his nap idea went down the drain when good ol' Crowley started screaming something about 'spotlights' and 'Earth and Heaven'.

Snorting, he stepped out of the car and chirped, "Hurry up, demon! The line is 'if you want to find pestilence, I don't know where he is. But I know the Demon who does. Sam, you can't come with 'cause I don't bloody well trust you. Now come on, Winchester!' There, was that so hard?"

Crowley glared at him and pointed angrily, "This right here is why I never talk to you. You always finish my bloody sentences! Have you ever heard of dramatics, you pompous pigeon? Oh, how about the fact that we're in the middle of the thrice-damned road! I think that calls for a wee bit of caution, don't you?"

"Please, I've had us off the radar for days. I even fixed that silly cabin you're hiding out in. Heaven or Hell, either one will never find you or the Winchesters. Except Cassie. Wonder where boy wonder is now?"

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Crowley stated, "Look, I know we used to be brothers Gabe, but we aren't anymore. You can't keep trying to save me or you'll get yourself killed. Word down-under is that you already did and God brought you back. He won't do it again, kid. He said he loves us and he did, once upon a time. But not anymore. Now, you're just Michael's soldiers and that isn't worth it. Yeah, the Fall left scars and He only knows what scars Aziraphael's been cursed with since I followed Lucifer, but I'm not going back. And I'm not sorry."

Gabriel stared at him for a long time, ignoring the frozen Winchesters to size up his former brother. Before leaving, he stated, "We'll always be brothers, Damael. Whether you believe it or not, those bonds don't die from a few millennia apart and Azure never stopped missing his twin. So get over it brother, because the Garrison's not going to leave one of it's own just because he Fell."

Crowley stood still for a long time before Sam and Dean were let free from the angel's bonds. Blinking, they glared at him and he got ready to do business.

Gabriel watched his brother kill the humans without even a flinch, something Damael could never have done. Perhaps he had truly lost the Seraphim. After all, he could feel the lies nearly pouring through the 'demon's' pores. Yet there was something about the way he did it that gave him hope that there was still some angel left in the hell-tortured body. The wings might be gone, the grace ripped out, but an angel would always be an angel. Dean went up the elevator alone to confront the demon, but Dame muttered spells of protection in Enochian that would be strong enough to prevent Dean's murder.

Lips twitching slightly, the archangel couldn't help but smile when the promise was kept. Although, seeing Sammy that murderous was kind of like a flashback to the time loop days. Good times, they were not. When two humans almost exactly like the brothers he would die for without question need to be taught a lesson, it actually didn't bring him any pleasure like the rest of his tricks. Instead, it brought back Lucifer's screams as he was shoved into a cage designed to hold the most powerful creatures in the world. It would last for eternity and so would the screams.

Damael hadn't truly Fallen, unlike the rest of the high demons. No, he had been captured and tortured in hell before the fall had even happened. Lucifer likes to think he created the demons, but he just made them sophisticated enough to tie their own shoes and maybe make a soul bargain. The demons had been around even longer than the angels, because they were the reason the angels existed. To counteract the evil in the world, God made creatures of purity. With angels like Damael, that purity was tainted and could never be unstained. So why try?

Aziraphael had. Like now with Dean Winchester, both of them who killed and loathed demons with all of their being, they subtly changed. Just the tiniest bit that dramatically, catastrophically differed from the future they were born with. Dame was different from Lucifer. He could be fixed so that barely any scars remained, maybe none at all. Each time, he refused. Stubborn didn't just describe human families.

Sighing heavily, Gabriel winced slightly when the screams of the unfortunate demon horde filled the air with the essence of dying bird. Kind of this squawking, squealing sound that grated on the nerves like nails on a chalkboard. Father, it was atrocious! Apparently, it was also necessary so he'd have to live with it. Soon, he learned exactly why he'd have to. Blackmail, of a sort, he mused. Give him nothing to live for and make him prefer death. Sneaky, he had to give his brother that. The distinctive howl of a Hellhound worried him greatly and digging a little deeper, he cursed when he found the demon magic and promptly extinguished it. The flicking of 'Crowley's' eyes towards his hiding place was all the acknowledgment he received.

It was beyond tempting to give him the finger.

The howls turned to snarls and Damael quickly gave in. Fine, Gabriel! Lend me a hound, would you?

He didn't answer, but wriggled his fingers and whistled. Atripholkolyke came with a tiny yap and jingle of his collar. In the terrier meat-suit, he looked like something that would lightly nip at a mailman's ankles until he actually took the whole leg. That hadn't been a good day. Whispering in the hound's ear, he gestured to the comparatively puny hellhound and flicked his fingers. The dog became invisible and slid silently to stand at Damael's side. Sending a surprised look into the bushes, Damael absently stroked the Gabriel Hound's long white ears as it growled threateningly at the whimpering, cowering hellhound.

The fight didn't last long after Atripholkolyke ripped half of the spiky spinal column out of the monster. Exactly five seconds later, a happily fed hound was lounging at his feet as he stroked the creamy belly fur. Gabriel wouldn't check on the Brother's Winchester.

Not tonight.

Surprise! Crowley used to be an angel! That's the only reason I could think of why Gabriel wouldn't kill him where he stood. Hope you liked it. REVIEW!