Title: Shoo
Prompt: Written for ianthe_echo on livejournal: Supernatural, Gabriel & Bobby, a meeting in the parking lot.
Gabriel blinked at the hunk of wood protruding from his chest, and then looked across the parking lot to blink at the wheelchair-bound hunter.
"Good aim," he allowed, and yanked the stake out. "But you know this doesn't work on me, right?"
Bobby Singer approached steadily. "And I know why. Now, scram."
Gabriel's mind worked on that for a minute. "Scram?"
"Scram. Get lost. Go away. Shoo!" Bobby flapped his hand dismissively, and Gabriel stood flabbergasted at the sheer gall being displayed. He wasn't . . . he wasn't some sort of bird! The hunter frowned up at him. "Are you hard of hearing, boy, or just plain dumb?"
"Says the human facing off against an archangel like he has a prayer," Gabriel returned sharply. Sarcasm and name-calling were activities he could get behind.
Bobby reached up and grabbed a fistful of Gabriel's jacket to haul him down to the other man's level. "I don't care who you are. You're not messing with my boys today."
Gabriel freed himself, but stayed half-crouched. "Maybe I just wanted to offer my assistance?" he lied virtuously, affecting a wounded innocence.
Bobby huffed. "And maybe I'll get up out of this chair to kick your ass, Trickster."
"They call me Gabriel now."
"You're nothing, but a no-good Trickster to me, boy." Bobby gripped the second stake in his lap.
Gabriel frowned at the human. He knew who the man was, and knew of his relationship with the Winchester boys, but honestly . . . "What'd I ever do to you?"
Honestly, the tomato color and seeming apoplexy couldn't be good for the old man's blood pressure.
"What did you do? You recall that chainsaw that near about cut me in two? How about killing Dean a few hundred times? Or using my face to try breaking Sam?" Bobby puffed up further and further, his posture ramrod straight and one finger poking Gabriel emphatically. "You're a darn coward; that's what!"
Gabriel didn't answer right away. He stared at the hunter until the old man shifted uneasily. Gabriel smirked slowly. "I like chainsaws. You should consider that a compliment."
Whatever the hunter had expected him to say, it wasn't that. He blustered for a moment and then glared coldly at the archangel. "What are you doing here?"
"Just enjoying a ringside seat to the end of days and free-loading off of the boys' notice-me-not sigils. I'll even share if you want. Free popcorn included."
Bobby's suggestion was anatomically improbable.
"I like you," Gabriel announced, grinning as he slapped the man's knee. "Well, offer's open if you change your mind."
Bobby looked him dead in the eye, flapped both hands, and issued a single word. "Shoo."
Gabriel laughed and headed for the diner across the road. They had strawberry shakes to die for. He'd check in again later. He was kinda curious as to how long it would take the hunter to realize his legs were working again.