New Tricks(ter)

everbeenstruckbylightning:

costnertoyourhouston:

“I bet she will, and I wish you all the luck in the world surviving that encounter, bud,” Gabriel chuckled. “Ghost or not.”

At Ash’s question, the trickster just kept smiling. “Safe? Absolutely not. Wouldn’t be fun otherwise.” It was always funnier to keep them guessing.

Grinning, Ash shrugged. “Oh I wouldn’t worry about me. Been dealin’ with that girl for longer than I care to count. Ain’t nothin’ new she can throw at me now.”

Ash raised his eyebrows at the man’s dismissive reply. “Not really my idea of fun, but to each his own I suppose. Myself, I find it a little creepy wanderin’ around out here. I guess I just haven’t had time to adjust yet.”

Gabriel raised a finger to make a point. “Yes, but this is the end of the world. Plenty of things she could throw at you that are probably all kinds of new and exciting.”

“Not like I’ve had time to adjust either,” he added, shrugging and looking around. “But then again when you wake up in an apocalyptic wasteland, best thing to do is roll with it, I say.”

[I’m alive I swear! And still clinging to this account!]

New Tricks(ter)

everbeenstruckbylightning:

“That she is not. Gettin’ her to keep quiet or behave? Forget it. I’m sure if I don’t find her, she’ll find me.”

Ash smiled and shrugged his shoulders.

“I met a few people like that. Livin’ on the road. Most of ‘um had provisions though. I don’t mean to be nosy but you think it’s safe to just be wanderin’ around like that?”

Ash raised a questioning eyebrow. The guy didn’t really seem to have any means of self defense on him, so unless he was physically gifted, and a bit touched in the head, Gabe was just a dead man waiting to happen. Assuming of course that Gabe was human. Ash had learned by now that humans were few and far between these days, but hadn’t quite gotten the knack of telling if somebody was one or not. Either way, Ash was willing to give the benefit of the doubt.

Detroit Metal City

dawnoftheapocalypse:

Miss me?

Lucifer set his jaw. He was not going to go through this again. He wasn’t going to let himself mourn his brother again; he wasn’t going to have the image of Gabriel’s expression as he died burned into his memory.

And yet, the fact he had recognized Gabriel’s grace… it had to be him. There was no other explanation. There simply wasn’t.

Miss me? Miss you.

He did. He missed Gabriel a lot. He hadn’t wanted to kill his brother, but Gabriel had stood in his way, and that was that. Now… where did things stand?

How was Gabriel even alive?

“How long have you been on Earth? Why didn’t you come find me?” he asked, containing his anger only barely. The rational part of him pointed out that he had killed Gabriel, after all, and therefore it was unlikely that Gabriel was going to come looking for him, but that part of him got ignored. Gabriel was alive, and he felt like he should have known, should have sensed it when Gabriel came into this plane of existence.

Making a face, Gabriel retorted with the first thing that came to mind, and immediately regretted it. “Why didn’t I find you? Gee, I wonder. It’s not like you’re the one who killed me, Lucifer. Not to mention I got to wake up to you redecorating the planet.”

He bit his tongue, already cringing. Way to go, Gabe. That’s how to play nice with your dickwad big brother. Inside his head, Loki cackled with glee.

Keep it up, angel, and I won’t have to kill you at all! You won’t be able to run far enough to hide from him once you’ve made him angry!

Can it, Liesmith, Gabriel snapped back, still watching Lucifer warily.

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Detroit Metal City

dawnoftheapocalypse:

Lucifer’s senses prickled with something he hadn’t felt in… years.

He glanced around the hospital, but saw nothing. No… whatever it was, it wasn’t inside, yet, but there was someone here, right now.

And he had two guesses as to who it was.

He focused intently, narrowing his senses to that distinct presence. Oddly, it felt weaker when he did that, not stronger. He was able to track it down, though, and he left his present spot, on the top floor, and headed into the garden outside.

He stood just in front of an old, decrepit fountain, and there…

No. No. No. This wasn’t possible.

He had killed Gabriel, years ago. He remembered putting his blade through his brother’s body, remembered how Gabriel’s grace was extinguished. He could recall with distinct clarity how Gabriel’s wings had turned to ash, left on the floor of that motel forever. He had mourned his brother, too, because he really, really hadn’t wanted to kill Gabriel, but he’d been given no choice…

… so what was this?

He stared at his brother, too shocked to think of anything to say. He wasn’t sure if he was happy or sad. He didn’t even care about where Gabriel’s loyalties lay, at this point. He was just… shocked.

“Gabriel?” His voice was half-suspicious, half-choked with remembered pain.

Gabriel froze the second he felt Lucifer arrive in the garden. Crap.

That was quick. Maybe he was waiting for you, angel.

He turned around, slowly, hands raised not in surrender, but in the universal gesture of look-at-me-not-reaching-for-a-weapon. The look on his brother’s face nearly made him change his mind about what his plan was for this bit of recon—was that pain? He didn’t remember there being any tears on Lucifer’s part during their last meeting, that was for sure…just an almost-comforting hand on him while the other hand held the blade in his chest.

…good times.

At last, he worked up the courage to speak. “Miss me?” he asked, with all the sweetness a trickster could muster.

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Detroit Metal City

Gabriel knew there was only so long he could put it off. The fact that Loki was awake had only given him an excuse to hide out for a little longer, but it turned out there was a limit to how long he could hide under the covers with an angry trickster rattling off in his ear. It was time for recon, whether he liked it or not; he needed to know what the gameboard was like, and he wasn’t going to learn anything more in this camp.

Off to get yourself killed? Oh, good! Saves me all the work!

The archangel ignored the trickster’s mocking voice, as well as the faint taste of blood that always came with Loki’s words these days. He had bigger fish to fry than a pissed off god at the moment, and he couldn’t afford any distractions.

The only thing he’d managed to learn about the top players, his darling big brothers, was that Lucifer was in Detroit. Alright. Detroit it was. With a moment of concentration, he was there—or at least, part of him. As if he’d risk his real self anywhere near Lucifer after what happened at the Elysian Fields. There was just enough of himself in the Detroit double to feel exactly where his older brother was, and though every nerve in his being was telling him to go the other way, Gabriel headed toward the rundown hospital that was practically blazing with Lucifer’s Grace.

I do so love a good reunion, don’t you?

New Tricks(ter)

everbeenstruckbylightning:

Ash grinned. “Yeah, that’s her. Jo. Good to know I didn’t go too far off track.” Jo had mentioned something about ‘sensing’ him before. Maybe if they were close enough together they gave off some sort of ghost sonar? Hopefully he could find her without anymore ghost hijinks though. He was still a little too freaked out by his accidental relocation to try anything else at the moment.

“My name’s Ash by the way. I don’t think I said.” Ash stuck out one hand towards the stranger. “Sorry again for runnin’ into ya. You, uh, live around here somewhere? Or just on the road?” 

“Yeah, I’m sure she’ll pop up,” Gabriel assured him with a smirk. “She didn’t really seem like the lay-quiet type, ghost or not.” He elected to leave out the part about the ‘game’ he’d played with the blond ghost in question, but he did log away her name for future reference. That counted as a victory, right? 

“Gabe,” he said, going for the simplest and most common of his names. “And I live…well, here and there, I guess.”

How ‘Bout Them Cowboys?

vampwinchester:

“Buffy?”  Sam’s brow hiked up.  ”Y’know if vampire’s ‘poofed’ into a cloud of dust, it would’ve made our job a whole lot easier.  You’re usually left with a headless mess or a really big pile of bloody goo… Yanking a head off with razor wire - not one of the most fun things I’ve done.  But the guy was kind of a dick as a human, he deserved it.”  Okay, so he was a closet Buffy fan… Well… He preferred Faith, but eh, each to their own.  And that little verbal barrage was an admission, not that it mattered much, no HBO in the pit and none on Earth now either.

“And I do not brood.” He replied… Brooding.

“Wait?  For what?”  Sam’s strides slowed a little and he side-eyed the archangel, noticing the sudden appearance of the lollipop jammed in his mouth.  ”Look, I dunno about Asgard… But Heaven and Hell are apparently closed for business, and I’m not surprised with the Earth as fucked over as it is.  And in the mean time, people are still fighting to survive, Gabe.”  Sam’s lips drew into a thin line and he choked down the verbal tirade that threatened to flood out. 

Angel problems and celestial fuck-ups were apparently humanities issues.  If only it were that easy to turn away.  To just say ‘fuck it all’ and not give a shit.  But for Sam, that wasn’t an option.  He had a responsibility.  To every single living soul left on the planet… Not something the hunter turned vampire could shake off.  And even if he could… Sam wasn’t sure that he would.

“I think everyone’s in it till the end now…”  He said, tone softening a little.  Whichever way it worked out, there really was no denying it - they were close to the end of days.  Maybe one decision away from either saving or damning the rest of the planet and everyone and everything on it.

“But you seem to be… Juiced up?”  He added, glancing at the lollipop again, “Cas has been losing…”  Had already lost?  ”…His grace.  Seems like most of the bird brigade are running low on fumes… How come you aren’t?”

The trickster could practically smell the disapproval coming off of Sam and resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Barely. “Wait for the cable to come back on,” he retorted with all the sarcasm he could muster. “Look, Sammy. It’s a hell of a lot of trouble to bring someone back from the dead, and that’s someone with an actual soul. There’s no afterlife for angels—no nothing. So me being brought back means someone wants me for something, and I’m guessing it’s not going to be fun. So pardon me if I’m not going to charge in headfirst waving around sharp stick.”

As Sam’s tone softened, so did Gabriel. True, it wasn’t like he’d ever given anyone any reason to think he’d actually step up, but still.

He shrugged in response to the hunter’s question. “I’ve been off the grid for a couple thousand years. Had to find alternative means of Grace. My best guess is that Heaven closing up shop doesn’t affect my siphoning operation as much as it affects everyone else.”

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The Mirror-Blue Night // Gabriel and Eric

waywardviking:

For Eric, it wasn’t a matter of not coming back and visiting…  it was the fact that after all these years his prayers remained answered, even the desperate call of a lost man was answered because Loki cared.  So the details were blurred, so Eric would never truly remember who sent Godric his way when he was dying on his funeral pyre, so he’d never know that Loki was the one that had been watching out for him for over a thousand years.  It hadn’t mattered.  Eric remembered endless meadows of grass and flowers, and neverending days of grass weaving for bracelets, and long, whispered nights of, “You’ll be the best basketweaver in the village by the time you’re 11, Eirikr, you’ll get any wife you want, Erik.”  Eric remembered with a fondness a best friend that had tragically disappeared.  Eric remembered the conversation between him and his father.

“You’re too old for imaginary friends.”

“He’s not imaginary.”

“You are a future king, Eirikr.  A king.”

And that’s where it had ended.

Eric couldn’t help but laugh.  ”Of course you are, Loki.  Of course you are.  Jag har saknat dig.  I did, so much.  So much.” 

A smile spread across Gabriel’s face as Eric laughed. Kid always did have a great laugh, even though it had become much more rare—and more valuable as well—as he grew up, and then very nearly stopped entirely one dark night. The one time he hadn’t been paying attention…and there was no way he could heal him, not without attracting attention from one pantheon or another, so instead he put the scent of his friend’s blood into a vampire’s path, and waited. He’d often wondered if it was the right thing, but centuries later, Eric still lived, so right and wrong kind of got blurry for the trickster as time passed.

“Jag har saknat dig också,” he replied gently. “Sorry it took so long. Things changed and then…” Gabriel shrugged, spreading his hands in a gesture meant to encompass the entirety of the apocalyptic devastation. “Glad you made it through.”

That’s Not My Name // Gabriel & Chuck

waywardprophet:

“Ah, I somehow doubt Dean is much on the forgiving front about being killed over and over in graphic and imaginative ways…even if got no recollection about it.” Chuck gave Gabriel a wry grin and a small shrug that seemed almost apologetically. What for? The prophet wasn’t sure himself, either. Maybe it was about Dean because, sometimes, Chuck still thought of the Winchesters as his characters, just like any other person who had appeared in the books, and as writer he kinda felt bad about their…flaws.

Which was ridiculous since they weren’t his characters and those were their own flaws but, well, that’s what happens when a writer gets into their characters, y’know? Becky called it having feels, he thought to recall.

Chuck was kinda glad he hadn’t included all the many ways in the books, so Dean hadn’t really been able to read up on it. It would have been pointless, really, so he had just picked those that had seemed kinda funny (which became less funny in hindsight when he learned that Dean and Sam were real people) and had Sam just reference that he’d seen his brother die over a hundred times.

Narrowing his eyes at the Gabriel’s expression and the joke (Chuck kinda hoped the archangel was joking), Chuck’s own lips changed from grin to a smirk that was pulled up on the right corner more than the other. “I doubt doing it again would make him any more amendable to not being resentful…but, uh, you’re right…you did do the whole…dying for the cause thing,” his shoulders lifted in a shrug, “Maybe it’ll count for something.”

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