"Crap!" Gabriel yelled as he stepped into a pile of sheep dung. "I swear I'm smiting the next sheep I lay eyes on!"
"Gabriel, behave." The old priest walking next to him said. "You know I have a fondness for lambs."
Gabriel muttered to himself, "And lambs grow up into sheep that leave steaming piles of..."
"Gabriel!" The priest said sternly.
"I'm behaving." Gabriel said as he snapped his shoes clean for what seemed like the millionth time.
"Just watch where you step." The priest was standing at the top of a rise. Pointing down at the two men in the valley below he said. "They will be needed soon. You already know this. They are too comfortable here, they have work to do."
"Another message, Dad?" Gabriel asked.
"Nothing specific, just get them in the proper frame of mind so that they will do what is needed when the time comes." The Priest said. "How you do so is up to you my son."
"So it's okay if I just appear to them?" Gabriel asked hopefully. It was always easier to just display your heavenly might and order a human to do what they were supposed to do.
"And how exactly is that working with the Winchesters?" The Priest asked. "If I'm not mistaken I seem to recall something about a certain Archangel being caught in a ring of holy fire."
"Well, uh, yeah" Gabriel answered sheepishly. "But the Winchesters wouldn't know pious if it jumped up and bit them in the ass. These two are so pious it makes my teeth hurt sometimes. They pray for guidance and they do listen."
The priest's brow furrowed as he pondered Gabriel's words. "You do have a point there. Alright but only in a dream. The last thing I want to deal with is another Miracle of Fatima fiasco. It makes them focus on the wrong things."
Connor and Murphy both lifted their heads at the same time. It's obvious that they had been praying but neither one of them could remember what about. Crossing themselves they stood and slid out of the pew and looked around. The only statuary in the place was a carved angel blowing on a horn. Leaning against the statue was a rather short man with a lollipop in his mouth.
The twins slowly made their way over to where the man with the amber eyes patiently waited. Connor and Murphy glanced at each other finally realizing that they were dreaming the same dream. That was always important.
"Wow, you two are swift on the uptake!" The man snapped his fingers and the lollipop disappeared, at the same time the man's figure was framed by a magnificent set of wings. The twins quickly dropped to their knees.
"Oh get up will you! The whole kneel and abase yourself before the Angel of God thing got old eons ago." Gabriel said.
"But yer an angel!" Connor gasped while Murphy stared dumbfounded.
"Oh for Dad's sake, Murphy close your mouth and yes I am." Gabriel said. "This is why we tend to avoid talking to people, because you're always too busy worshiping us to listen to us."
"Who? Which?" Murphy started.
"Hint, you're in St Gabriel's Cathedral." Gabriel said snapping up a chocolate bar and taking a big bite.
Connor looked at the angelic being depicted by the statue and then at the normal looking guy sitting in the chair wearing jeans and an olive drab jacket and munching on a Snickers bar. "Yer Gabriel?" He snorted.
"How's the sleeve of that coat smelling there Connor MacManus?" Gabriel smirked before Connor gagged on the overwhelming odor of cat piss. "I hate that you humans seem to think we all look like that. I hate it worse that you always want to make me look like a woman, do you see boobs on my chest?" Gabriel gestured then collected himself with a sigh. "You can't comprehend what we look like, your minds can't cope. So when we have to talk to you we have to do it in some form your brain can cope with. Now personally I was partial to the burning bush, but times change. Now we just use vessels."
"So yer a vessel?" Murphy asked confused.
"No I am in the vessel. This man was once just as human as you. But I asked him if I could use his body and well I've been in here for almost 7,000 years." Gabriel said frustrated. "Now will you stop asking questions so I can just give you the message my father sent me here to give you?"
Noah watched his sons at dinner. It was obvious that they both had something on their minds. As a matter of fact they had been like this for about a week. Like they were just coiled and waiting. It was like they knew something was about to happen, something that would affect them.
Sighing he watched as they gathered their plates and set them in to soak before heading out to the porch to smoke and enjoy the rain that was falling. He saw them both stiffen at the approaching headlights, and when Siobhan got out of the vehicle and said "Something has happened." Neither of them appeared to be shocked. Instead they looked almost relieved.