A/N: I would just like to state that I don't have anything against Willie Nelson, in fact, I was raised listening to him. And since Richard Speight Jr is from Tennessee, I thought it'd be funny to have him singing country and even funnier to have Raphael loathe country with a passion
5. Raphael Finds Out That Willie Nelson Doesn't Actually Lower Your Blood Pressure
"Whiskey River, take my mind, don't let her memory torture meeee."
Pinching the bridge of his nose as he continued to march down the corridor to his library, Raphael groaned, "Gabriel, for the last time, Dad never created a river of Whiskey, so no, it can't take your mind!"
The snappy tone that Raphael uses doesn't seem to deter Gabriel in the least bit, or maybe the archangel is that oblivious to the annoyance he's causing his brother. Rather than stopping or even coming up with some sarcastic comment that will likely send Raphael over the edge, Gabriel grins nodding before leaning back, arms outstretched and launching into a new song.
"On the road again, just can't wait to get on the road again."
"Gabriel you don't travel on roads."
"The life I love is making music with my friends."
"Gabriel, the band hasn't played together in centuries…"
"And I can't wait to get on the road again."
Raphael just shook his head realizing that no matter what he said; Gabriel would simply answer back in song. And what type of song was that? Who would rather be out traveling on the road than at home kicking back?
"On the road again… Going place that I've never been…"
Reaching for the door handle Raphael mumbled something about annoying younger brothers and why in dad's name did it have to be country music and if he never heard another lyric this millennia it would be too soon. Jangling the handle he pushed open the door letting out a sigh as he walked in closing the door behind him.
Gabriel the sneaky bastard would not be silenced, he obviously wasn't finished with his song just yet, and had the good graces to stick his foot out and catch the door following Raphael inside his library.
"Seeing things that I may never see again…"
Holding back a grimace as he tried to block out the continuing onslaught of "singing" Gabriel was doing, Raphael walked further into the room noticing that there was a misplaced chair with a fallen book by its legs.
Huh, that's odd, he thought as he crouched down to pick up the book. Turning the text to look at the spine, Raphael made his way to the appropriate bookcase that it should be filed away.
"And I can't wait to get on the road again…"
Looking up from the book Raphael felt his jaw clenched as he looked over the shelves and noticed that they weren't in any conceivable order. Feeling his face begin to burn red, his hand clenched tighter on the book, nails digging into the cover as he trembled with anger.
"On the road agggaaaiiiinn….Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway…"
Teeth grinding, Raphael turned on his heels moving across the room to inspect the other bookcases. What he saw nearly made him shout out in frustration, like the first bookcase, these were scrambled beyond recognition. Hemmingway by Nietzsche; that just wasn't right!
Face pinched in anger Raphael turned around to and that's when he caught sight of it, the final straw in this whole matter. Atop one of the bookcases, lay a very familiar text, spine worn from usage, was his favorite book; Great Expectations.
"We're the best of friends, insisting that the world keep turning our way…"
That was it! Turning around Raphael hurled the fallen book in his hand across the room with a loud screech of "BALTHAZAR!" Turning back around to the bookcase, he began pulling out books throwing them to the ground, shaking with anger as the pile of books surrounding him grew. Reaching up for the book on top he continued to yell cursing Balthazar as he jumped in vain to reach his book.
"And you," he yelled spinning around to face Gabriel. "You were a part of this somehow weren't you?"
Gabriel had the common sense to at least give a sheepish smile that seemed to say 'who me?' as he gave a tentative wave saying, "Sorry gotta go, just can't wait to be on the road again." With a snap of his fingers Gabriel poofed out of the library leaving Raphael alone screaming as he hurled a book at the place his brother once stood.
Fingers clenching his hair Raphael slumped into the one remaining chair at the table and slouched back. Pulling up a few books, he set about trying to re-alphabetize them, grumbling under his breath about troublesome younger brothers with a knack for schemes of stirring up things and the even younger blue-eyed brothers who followed along mindlessly with whatever crockpot idea got cooked up and immature archangels who had a penchant for country and how much time would be lost trying to right the disorder the trio had caused.
But really the last straw was when he found himself whistling that blasted tune as he sorted through the stacks of books. It was just his luck.