The FBI Agent was here, the one that the twins had talked to at first. Good, there was room to work with this Paul Smecker even though the guy had given up on himself. As a result he had become, well hard. This guy was as much of an emotional wreck as Dean Winchester.
Gabriel couldn't believe how twisted these humans could be in their belief. Like God cared who Paul Smecker sleeps with. But Paul Smecker was convinced of it and Paul Smecker bought into the Pseudo Christian babblings of the Fire and brimstone homophobes who swore that God was just as homophobic as they were.
Neither God nor his angels gave a damn about gender. Gabriel himself had batted for both teams too many times to count like every other angel that had spent any time on earth. Love was rooted in the soul. Oh well, Gabriel wasn't here to convince Smecker to come out of the bank vault (Smecker was way past closet), he was here to gain the twins an ally and do a little thinking himself.
Gabriel sauntered over to the bar ignoring the looks from those who could sense he was just a bit different than all the pick up artists looking for a one night stand and took a seat next to the agent. Smecker was ignoring him as the bartender came over to take his order. "Surprise me with something sweet that has a kick." Gabriel said with a smirk. Glancing at Smecker he added. "Bring my buddy here a refill while you're at it."
"I can buy my own drinks." Smecker snarled definitely not in the mood for some horny squirt trying to pick him up tonight. He had just gotten rid of the 'cuddler' some hours ago and this guy definitely looked like cuddly the type.
Gabriel picked up the glass the bartender sat in front of him eying it critically for a moment before taking a sip of Kaluhau and Peppermint Schnapps. "I'm sure you can, but you look like a man with something weighing heavy on your mind, that puts us in the same boat. I've also got something weighing on my mind. Believe me, it's nothing more than an acknowledgment of company on the Titanic buddy."
Smecker looked over at the guy and let out a long drawn out "Riiiiigghht." before downing his drink and signaling for another.
Gabriel turned and faced the FBI agent. "Seriously. You see I'm in social work and sometimes you run across these situations were the regulations say you're supposed to do one thing but you know that it's wrong. And you know following the regs is going to mean someone gets hurt."
Gabriel signaled the bartender to refill the glasses. "Then you are stuck having to think about a really big decision. Follow regulations and regret it, or stick your neck out and do the right thing."
Gabriel was actually pondering a delicate situation named Rocco. The guy was a complete moron. His heart was in the right place, but his brain was somewhere else. The guy was unfocused, impulsive and dangerous.
In fact Rocco was the reason that Smecker and the Yakavetta Family were both about to come down on the twins. Rocco was a good friend to the boys and it would hurt them to lose him but on the other hand, Rocco was trouble waiting to happen. His little blow up at the diner had proven that.
"Tell me about it." Smecker said as the bartender sat another round in front of them. "So how do you decide what to do?"
"I have a few drinks." Gabriel said. gesturing at the row of empty glasses. "If that doesn't work, well then I try asking someone who has better answers than I do. I can usually feel the right thing to do." Gabriel stood up and laid a $100 bill on the bar. "This time a few drinks was all it took for me, but maybe you should try the asking approach."
Gabriel was so tempted to just burn the house down. If not for the fact that the twins were currently in the basement learning the meaning the phrase 'getting worked over' he would have done it. The nerve of this assbutt!
(I have to stop hanging around with Castiel he's rubbing off on me. Before I know it I'll be running around looking like I belong in a rerun of Columbo too!)
Gabriel glared at the St Gabriel seven day candle burning in the living room. Yakavetta, how dare you invoke St Gabriel the Archangel. You wanted me, you got me you don't die tonight I've got something better in mind for you! This meant that he had to work a little trickster magic to change the way things were to happen tonight.
The first thing he did was plant an idea in Paul Smecker's mind. He hung around long enough to be sure the man was going to do what he wanted before making his way back to the house. A quick pop into the basement to see that Papa Joe's boys were focused on Rocco and not the twins. Then it was off to arrange an unscheduled family reunion.
It took a bit of nudging to get Il Duce to decide that maybe the contract wasn't finished after all, and then he had to make sure that Il Duce didn't kill Smecker. It's not like the guy was Miss America or anything, he was in drag that would make RuPaul cringe. And then guiding the old man down to the basement where the twins were kneeling in front of Rocco's body and making sure the old man clearly heard the words the boys were saying.
Then back upstairs to wake Smecker and bring him downstairs to get the twins and their father out of the house. Getting every one to get into the car instead of the boys having a chick flick moment with their father and half of Boston's finest on the way. Finally a quick brush of his wings against Murphy's hand healing the broken bones so it was just a matter of fixing the dislocation.
Gabriel let out a large calming breath as he stood in the driveway watching the taillights disappear into the distance. Shifting into the guise of a uniformed Boston police officer, Gabriel had plans already forming in his head. Oh yes Papa Joe was going to come to a spectacular end.