It had been months since Sam Winchester became the Boy King of Hell and Gabriel could do nothing about it.
Sitting at a corner in the cake shop, or what used to be a cake shop (Gabriel can't describe what it has become now, after the terrorist bombing in the city). He conjures a pile of waffles and pancakes along with a jar of strawberry sirup onto the half broken table in front of him then bitterly drowns the poor waffles and pancakes in a sea of strawberry sirup.
Why is he here, anyway? He should be sitting in a luxury penthouse with perfect view into the city now, shouldn't he? Or he should be playing deadly pranks at some assholes he met along the road, shouldn't he? What is wrong with him?
Or what is he wrong about?
He takes out a fork and begins to eat the pancakes. Staring blankly at the corpses on the floor, he wonders how long could he continue like this. He has killed several shape shifters, exorcized quite a large number of demons coming towards him all those months. He knows who sent them after him, but he doesn't care much.
He is trying to forget about that man, after all.
...
"The Boy King wants us to bring him your head on a silver plate, Loki." One of the fucking demons said to him.
"Oh, really? I'm scared, very, very scared." He smirked then rushed at the demon in a blink of the eye, his Archangel Blade in hand.
They fell to the ground quickly, blood and demonic essence dripping from their necks.
"He won't want me to be his enemy." He said sourly then vanished.
It was the thirtieth time he changed his location, and who knows how many times more did he need to finally have peace?
The bell at the door of the ruined cake shop jingles softly, announcing the coming of an unwanted guest.
"Leave me alone, you dick!" He scowls. "I'm not in the mood for fighting!"
"Really? Though I think that you are clearly in one now." The invader speaks with the calmly mocking voice that he recognises so well.
He spits all the chocolate milkshake he has just drunk out of his mouth and all over the table. Holding his breath hard, he doesn't dare to turn around.
Because he has known who that is behind him.
"Short man gets angry easily." The man in white vest speaks to him from the opposite side of the broken table.
"Shut the fuck up and stop beating around the bushes." He replied disdainfully. "We both know you do want something."
Sam Winchester, the Boy King of Hell now, puts his arms on the table and looms over to whom he knows as Loki, making the man flinch. "Didn't my demons tell you? I want you, Loki."
"Don't make me laugh. Your minions told me that you wanted my head on a silver plate." Loki smirks, ignoring Sam's discontented eye twitch. "You want me dead."
Sam still keeps his overwhelming pose and smirks. "After you have killed at least one hundred of my best demons, I have reconsidered."
Loki 's face drops into confusion. What does the King of Hell mean by saying so?
"I mean exactly as I said." A charming smile appears on Sam Winchester's lips, which makes Loki's breath hitch.
The Trickster quickly moves his hand under his coat, grasping the hilt of the Archangel Blade while jumping out of his seat, away from Sam Winchester.
Sam only chuckles about that. "Don't be like that. I know that my affair isn't one-sided. I know you do have some affection towards me. If not, you would not have tried to teach me so many lessons and come to help Dean and me fighting against Lucifer..."
"I just don't want the world to end up by two fucking Archangels' bitch slap!" The shorter man hisses dangerously, tightening his grip on the blade. "I'm not coming with you, Sam. Unless you step down from that throne, I won't change my mind."
"You know that this is my destiny, Loki dear." Sam steps towards him and he steps backwards away from Sam. "We cannot change it."
"Yeah? But the Apocalypse has been stopped. Everything can happen." Loki sneers and continues to back away from Sam until his back hits a wall. "And you were the one that made the miracle happen, Sam. You can do it again."
Sam lets out a sigh and runs a hand into his hair. "Loki, you was the one to..."
"To tell you to accept your destiny. But I have taken it back." The blond man pulls the Archangel Blade fully out of his coat and points at the brown-haired one. "I have never wanted this to happen, Sam. I have hoped that we could be on the same side. But... You have just fucked up my dream, Samsquatch."
Sam stared at him, knowing nothing to say yet. So he continues.
"This is my ultimatum, Sam. I want you to step down that throne, release Castiel and leave Dean as he should be."
"Or what? You are going to kick me in the crotch?" The Boy King laughs out loud in great amusement.
"Worse than that." The pagan god sneers dangerously, making Sam flinch. "Now tell me, are you going to do as I said or not?"
"No, I'm not. I have no reason to do that. Besides, Castiel may not want to leave Dean as you expect, Loki." Sam speaks calmly.
And that is the last straw that breaks the camel's back. He looks at Sam with hopelessness and apparent anger in his golden brown eyes.
"Then this is war, Sam Winchester, war between you and I." He says and snaps his fingers, vanishing from Sam's view.
Truly, he had totally underestimated Hell's army. He had been on the run for 5 days without stopping because whenever he stopped, a group of demons would immediately appear right around him. He needs a better solution.
After Sam left to save Dean, the bunker of the Men of Letter has been abandoned. Gabriel finds that it would be a good place to settle down before he could start his war campaign.
After quite a hard time, Gabriel finally enters the bunker and quickly draws different anti-supernatural-being sigils, seals and sets up more than just one shield around the bunker until he finds that the bunker is safe enough to stay in. During the time he cleans up the mess in the bunker, Gabriel comes across an impressive thing. Castiel has taken an item from Balthazar before killing him, yet, Gabriel is sure that Castiel doesn't know a single things about what he has taken. A chest that contains what Balthazar had stolen from heaven's weaponry. Gabriel found Michael's Shield, Rafael's Staff of Healing, some other useful weapons and his own Horn.
Goddamn Balthazar, he missed his Horn so much.
Hell trembles when he descends there.
Too powerful to be a pagan God, yet he still keeps his Trickster's trait instead of showing his Archangel's trait. He comes to Hell with his Grcae restrained 'cause he knows it is not time to return to Gabriel the Messenger of the Lord yet.
Demons are no match for him though their large number does matter. Before Gabriel could reach the fortress, he has already had to deal with more than a thousand soul-suckers. Not a big deal, but he has to use his Grace during the fight and he hopes that no one noticed it.
He slices the heads of two guard demons down easily. There is one door left and he'll face the Boy King of Hell himself.
He finally reaches the throne hall's door. It's large, very large and is carved with many ancient seals. For a moment, he just stares at it, Archangel Blade still in hand. He hesitates.
What the hell? I come down here to conquer Hell and now I hesitate to burst into this last door? Gabriel, what the fuck is wrong with you?
"Gabriel?"
His blood freezes. Gabriel slowly turns round, facing the one he hasn't and never expected to see.
"Castiel..."
The fallen angel and the deserter archangel face each other, eyes to eyes in an unspoken conversation.
Castiel is the first to break the silence. "Brother. Long time no see."
"You too, Cas." Gabriel tries to put up a smile but the awkward situation makes him unable to smile. "I don't think this is a good chance for meeting."
"Obviously. So, you are the one that the demons are talking about? The Trickster with angelic weapons?" Castiel asks, emotionlessly as always.
"Yeah, so what?" The Archangel replies quickly, not forgetting to put the mockery in. "And I have heard that you are now a slut for Dean Winchester huh? How proud of you, little brother."
Castiel's face grimaces almost immediately before he jumps at Gabriel with his Angel Blade in hand. Gabriel dodges the attack and retaliates with a uppercut to Castiel's lower jaw, sending him flying up the air. By the time Castiel recovers, Gabriel's palm is on his forehead.
"I'm sorry, Cas. But I can't let you tell them about my identity. To the Winchester, I am and will always be the Trickster pagan god Loki." He then quietly chants a spell that erases Castiel's memory about the confrontation.
"I found him!" A proud voice comes to his ears, then... "Cas...? Castiel?!"
Gabriel turns round to find the demon Dean Winchester and some other Hell guards are staring at him in shock as Castiel lays prone on the floor, at his feet.
"Dean... Castiel isn't dead..." He backs off when he sees Dean's eyes flicker with murderous plan.
Before he could continue, Dean has rushed at him with a furious roar, slashing down on him with the First Blade. Gabriel could only raise his Archangel Blade up in an attempt to block the strike.
Sharp pain shoots through his chest. Dean's strike was too strong . The First Blade though blocked by his Archangel Blade still slashed down, slicing his chest open. Gabriel gasps hard, his vision blurring. He tries to focus and snaps his fingers, teleporting himself back to the bunker.
He lies on the bunker's floor, staring at the roof with unfocused eyes. His body is on fire, his breath is heavy and fast, seems like he is in what human called as fever. Taking a sharp inhale, Gabriel focuses to relax, letting sleep overcome him.
And he falls into a deep slumber while his vessel attempts to heal itself. He has learnt a hard lesson that, when your enemy has something that is empowered by Darkness, like the First Blade, try to avoid fighting.