AN: This was intended to be a one shot but there was interest in having more chapters so. The chapters will be short just moments where Gabriel pops in and all from Gabriel's POV. So for those who asked, enjoy!
Gabriel had taken the time to check on Mr Masters instead bumping into a very amused reaper who couldn't stop laughing at reaping the soul of a man who had actually crapped himself to death. After a few moments of chatting and and profuse thanks from the reaper who was guaranteed to win the "Strangest death of the week" pool, Gabriel decided to check back in on the MacManus twins. It wasn't because he was interested or anything, he just wanted to make sure that the message came through clearly, that's all.
He had found the boys along with a complete moron named Rocco in a swanky hotel room surrounded by a group of dead bodies. It didn't take an archangel to feel the oppressive air in the room.
"Roc, you let your boss know it was taken care of, Connor and I will meet you at your place." Murphy said as he slipped out of the door followed by Connor.
"Fuck, fuck and double fuck!" Rocco said taking one last look around the room before slipping out the door himself.
Once alone Gabriel went to each body and and let his grace reach out to touch it. These men may not have been demons but each vessel was tainted with some form of cardinal sin, an overwhelming amount of murder, envy and greed. Gabriel nodded, definitely evil.
Gabriel surveyed the scene around him with a chuckle. Charon was going to be happy. Each body had pennies on the eyes to guarantee that Charon ferried them exactly where they were supposed to be. No getting lost along the way for these stiffs, hell was getting fresh meat for the rack.
Well this is sinking to new depths even for me Gabriel thought as he arched his back and purred. He was currently wrapping himself around Murphy's ankle. Well he was a cat after all. The twins and Rocco were discussing the bloodbath back at the Copely Plaza and Gabriel was interested in hearing what they had to say. So sue me Gabriel thought as he suddenly smelled the scent of Pepsi above him.
Leaping up into Murphy's lap got him high enough to leap onto the table knocking over a can of Pepsi. Soon he was happily lapping at the spilled soda until he felt hands grab him and lift him off the table. Glancing back he hissed at Connor. "Be thankful cats don't have opposable thumbs, muttonhead!" Instead of striking fear into the human, it got him a condescending pat on the head as Connor sat him down on the floor.
Still pissed Gabriel wandered to the other side of the room where the boys peacoats had been carelessly tossed over the arm of the chair. "Kill em all. Admit it, even you've thought about it." He hears Murphy say.
Identifying Connor's coat, he begins sharpening his claws until they get stuck in the fabric. "Climb the corporate ladder boy. Don Rocco." Connor says.
Giving a properly disdainful feline snort, Gabriel realizes that he'll be until Judgment Day trying to get anywhere clawing the coat. He scampers up until his back end is fully over Connor's coat and sprays the sleeve before sauntering back into the other room.
The moron Rocco is talking now as Gabriel sits on the counter and begins to groom himself. "They're fuckin' me man! Hey, they can suck my pathetic little dick. And I'll dip my nuts in marinara just so the fat fucks can get a taste of home while they're at it. That's it, it's done, I'm doing it." Rocco slams his fist down onto the table and Gabriel finds himself disoriented.
Rocco and the boys are scrambling like Demons from hell are chasing them. Murphy is pointing and yelling "I can't believe that just fuckin happened!"
An invisible (thank Dad being invisible is a habit for him) Gabriel is realizing that he is now sitting on his ass in an undignified heap. Looking up at the wall and the remains of the cat he once was, all he can do is borrow a phrase from the less than eloquent Dean Winchester, "Sonofabitch!"