Uh. NO REGRETS! *posts and runs*
An Interlude
("My name's Gabriel. I need your help.")
He made a mistake. He fucked up. He shouldn't have…
But he did.
("What?")
It's like being strapped to a sun. A comet. You can't move, you can't think. He watches as he- no not him- as Gabriel uses his body to lean in close to a woman and smile.
The woman sells crack cocain. Last night she hit her son.
Gabriel's bored. She's an easy target.
("Look kiddo, there's an unfortunate fact that there's an apocalypse on. In summary, I need to wear you to prom.")
The woman dies by his- not his- hand. He can't stop Gabriel.
Despair tastes like sugar.
("What do you mean?")
Dean's talking to them. It takes Dick a moment to realize, an a few more to start following along.
"What's our game plan?" Dean's demanding.
"Well," Gabriel says, using his mouth, "We kinda need to send him somewhere else. Like the Sahara."
Jason.
Gabriel turns to look at Sam, who's looks like he's considering the idea, then at Dean, who's looking murderous.
Dick likes Dean.
"No," Dean fairly snarls.
"But Dean." Sam tries to say, but Dean just turns to look at him, and Sam shuts up. Dick recognizes the look. It's eerily like Jason's when Dick knows that he's right. It means that Sam plans to argue with Dean as soon as they're alone.
"No," Dean says again. "Leave him alone. If he knows where we are and what we're doing then we need to move on."
("You can save the world again. All you need to do is say yes.")
Dick hopes that whatever Jason's planning will work.
("Yes.")