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[Dean is a prize idiot. But Gabriel doubts he would or could have waited for someone to come and play doctors. The wound looks deep. Trust Lucifer not to play nicely.
He steps forward, warily. Not for his own sake necessarily, but because Dean Winchester is not someone he intends to spook right now. It took balls for Dean to reach out to Gabriel, and Gabriel is sure the only reason he did was because he was desperate. Where was Cas? Why didn't he go straight to him? It made no sense.]
Yeah that doesn't surprise me, you always aim below the belt.
[And now he's close enough, he pushes Dean's hand and the towel out the way, making a face at the whole in his shoulder] Gross.
[Lucifer had shown him, had shown Dean an image of the founder of Hell himself riding in Cas' meat suit, and that means Dean will do whatever the hell it takes to make sure the two don't meet up any time soon. Probably, with the bone broken by the blade, Castiel would be able to narrow it down to Lucifer or Lilith. Gabriel antagonized, but his kind of attacks were different, less fueled by hate. Less evil.
And so, he turned to the archangel that had always been a thorn in his side. The shoulder is swollen, with purple and blue patches almost dark enough to be black littering the area; there's no doubt it's broken.
The blood that covers the wound looks fresh rather than caked, and the smell of alcohol seems to permeate from the wound; he'd done what he would, but there's a limit to what a human can do.]
You're gross. [Oh yeah, he's on his game right now.] Think you can fix it?
[Always been a thorn? Pleeeeease. Maybe for two, three years tops. You've dealt with Crowley's shit for longer. But Gabriel will take it as a compliment. Clearly he made an impact.
Gabriel hmmmms at the shoulder. It's sort of pretty really. Like a midnight sky or the universe without any stars. But it's clearly painful and Dean has done everything he could. There is a hospital in Little Hades. Gabriel has been there. And he wouldn't recommend it.]
Your face is gross.
[What are they, four?]
Who do you think I am? Of course I can fix it.
[but it will probably hurt. Hopefully Dean's downed some of that alcohol himself because the splintered bone either has to come out, or be made to go back where it should be. Keeping it in is better. You can do all sorts of voodoo with bits of people's bones. Still, Gabriel will dull the pain as far as he can.
Without further delay he puts his hand on the wound, gasping around the flesh and forces the musclesame, sinew and bone to knot back together, the white-hot light of his Grace sealing the wound closed.]
There's a sense of relief in hearing that. There's still a chance the angel will add a 'but I won't' and pop off, but he's still here. Having a broken arm isn't the worst thing ever, but being vulnerable in Hell isn't a good idea.]
Nhnnn... mother of a freaking fly house monkey, that hurts! [But his voice is surprisingly low as his teeth clench together and his jaw tightens. It hurts, but it's not the worst thing he's ever felt.
As the light dies down, his shoulder slumps until Dean actively rotates the joint, testing it out.] Yeah, actually, good as new.
[He still needs to wash the blood off, and the shirt's toast, but he can fight again.]
[Gabriel could have done that, but it never even popped into his head. He might cause suffering, but he doesn't answer prayers and pleas only to fuck off and leave people hurting. He might be a lot of things, but he's not evil. Well, not that evil.]
That's some pretty tame cursing Deano. Don't move it too much, okay? All that muscle is still tender.
[And then he steps back, turning and grabbing a shirt that didn't exist a moment ago. Here, have a band t-shirt, you deserve it.] Put some clothes on, for fucks sake.
[It felt like a risk calling him out. Dean knows the guy is stupidly attached to his family - what? Dean's family is fine - and Dean...isn't. In fact, the Winchesters didn't get along with many angels or demons. And so, there would be a divide there, something that would keep Dean on edge, even if he did ignore their past.
Somehow, he did end up working with a lot of old enemies.]
You fudging know it. [Yeah, he wants to think about Pagan gods right then.
Catching the shirt, he turns it over, the image bringing a smile to his face. Bad things? Those happen all the time, you shrugged them off and keep going. Cool things in hell? Those you took a moment to think about.
Silently. No Hallmarks.
Moment over, he raises his arms to slip the shirt on.]
Man, if I knew that was an option, I woulda asked you to fill my closet from the get go.
[You know what? You're not pressing any of his big red buttons right now. Gabriel is more concerned about why Lucifer was playing Stick the Knife In The Winchester then about Dean.]
That's cute. I didn't know you came in PG-13 flavour.
[No Hallmarks. Gabriel's really not into that.
Besides, he's looking over Dean's room, over the scuffed marks on the wall and floors]
[Yes, he's glad Gabriel healed him, but that isn't so easily forgotten.]
Man, I haven't been PG-13 flavored since I was eight.
[That made two of them, despite how often they somehow came into his life. They were meant to be special occasions, sad moments and such, but with both of them dying so often, special wasn't so special.]
Dunno. [He waves a dismissive hand at them.] Can't keep the damn things in place. One seemed to kick in with him here, but I had to do undo it to let you in.
I don't write self-inserts. I might be terrible, but I'm not that bad, thanks.
[Yeah yeah yeah, Winchesters don't forgive and forget. Unless they're Sam. Sam wanted to forgive him. Or at least use him.]
That's disturbing. Please don't give me the details.
Probably because the walls are sigil proof. Or just crap. This is hell, I suppose warding is going to be different here. [He pauses, considering it for a moment, and then shrugs. He'll look into it, at some point] You know salt is really hard to get down here?
Dude, you played the role of Doctor Sexy when you --
[Made the fake movies, but that does lead to Dean accidentally thinking of Gabriel as the doctor, and with the story out there, he doesn't want to do that. Instead, he clears his throat. They can just pretend that line of thought never cropped up.
As for the rest, Gabriel just gets an unimpressed look. Dean obviously wasn't doing anything that bad at 8 - aside from cursing and killing things.]
You're telling me, but not a lot of ghosts in Hell, either. We're all dead, but we're not hanging onto whatever's up there.
[You see this eyebrow going up Dean? Gabriel's trying to ask you what you're implying.]
I'm the lead in all my shows Dean. That's how it works.
[He shouldn't have been killing things at eight years old. Just saying, that's not normal or cool.]
Ghosts are what they are up with the living people. Down here, they're just dead like the rest of us. [He shrugs] Debatable. Demons don't like salt either. Ever tried to get salty fries down here? It's fucking impossible.
[Gabriel shakes his head. Free ticket is not something that angels get- at least, not real angels like him and Luci and Cas. Only the dead-human sort that get set from upstairs]
No, but once you're past the gate guards you're clear until nightfall. A smart kid like you will find a million ways in pretty quickly, I think.
Gettin' in's not a problem. [Though somehow, Dean doubts his ability to fake I.D.s would be helpful. Still, there are a lot of ways he can get by security.]
But I just kinda assumed it was kind of fancy smansy stuff, the kind that looks like cat food with a flower on it. They got burgers too?
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He steps forward, warily. Not for his own sake necessarily, but because Dean Winchester is not someone he intends to spook right now. It took balls for Dean to reach out to Gabriel, and Gabriel is sure the only reason he did was because he was desperate. Where was Cas? Why didn't he go straight to him? It made no sense.]
Yeah that doesn't surprise me, you always aim below the belt.
[And now he's close enough, he pushes Dean's hand and the towel out the way, making a face at the whole in his shoulder] Gross.
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And so, he turned to the archangel that had always been a thorn in his side. The shoulder is swollen, with purple and blue patches almost dark enough to be black littering the area; there's no doubt it's broken.
The blood that covers the wound looks fresh rather than caked, and the smell of alcohol seems to permeate from the wound; he'd done what he would, but there's a limit to what a human can do.]
You're gross. [Oh yeah, he's on his game right now.] Think you can fix it?
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Gabriel hmmmms at the shoulder. It's sort of pretty really. Like a midnight sky or the universe without any stars. But it's clearly painful and Dean has done everything he could. There is a hospital in Little Hades. Gabriel has been there. And he wouldn't recommend it.]
Your face is gross.
[What are they, four?]
Who do you think I am? Of course I can fix it.
[but it will probably hurt. Hopefully Dean's downed some of that alcohol himself because the splintered bone either has to come out, or be made to go back where it should be. Keeping it in is better. You can do all sorts of voodoo with bits of people's bones. Still, Gabriel will dull the pain as far as he can.
Without further delay he puts his hand on the wound, gasping around the flesh and forces the musclesame, sinew and bone to knot back together, the white-hot light of his Grace sealing the wound closed.]
That any better?
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Your face's grosser. [Three.
There's a sense of relief in hearing that. There's still a chance the angel will add a 'but I won't' and pop off, but he's still here. Having a broken arm isn't the worst thing ever, but being vulnerable in Hell isn't a good idea.]
Nhnnn... mother of a freaking fly house monkey, that hurts! [But his voice is surprisingly low as his teeth clench together and his jaw tightens. It hurts, but it's not the worst thing he's ever felt.
As the light dies down, his shoulder slumps until Dean actively rotates the joint, testing it out.] Yeah, actually, good as new.
[He still needs to wash the blood off, and the shirt's toast, but he can fight again.]
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[Gabriel could have done that, but it never even popped into his head. He might cause suffering, but he doesn't answer prayers and pleas only to fuck off and leave people hurting. He might be a lot of things, but he's not evil. Well, not that evil.]
That's some pretty tame cursing Deano. Don't move it too much, okay? All that muscle is still tender.
[And then he steps back, turning and grabbing a shirt that didn't exist a moment ago. Here, have a band t-shirt, you deserve it.] Put some clothes on, for fucks sake.
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[It felt like a risk calling him out. Dean knows the guy is stupidly attached to his family - what? Dean's family is fine - and Dean...isn't. In fact, the Winchesters didn't get along with many angels or demons. And so, there would be a divide there, something that would keep Dean on edge, even if he did ignore their past.
Somehow, he did end up working with a lot of old enemies.]
You fudging know it. [Yeah, he wants to think about Pagan gods right then.
Catching the shirt, he turns it over, the image bringing a smile to his face. Bad things? Those happen all the time, you shrugged them off and keep going. Cool things in hell? Those you took a moment to think about.
Silently. No Hallmarks.
Moment over, he raises his arms to slip the shirt on.]
Man, if I knew that was an option, I woulda asked you to fill my closet from the get go.
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[You know what? You're not pressing any of his big red buttons right now. Gabriel is more concerned about why Lucifer was playing Stick the Knife In The Winchester then about Dean.]
That's cute. I didn't know you came in PG-13 flavour.
[No Hallmarks. Gabriel's really not into that.
Besides, he's looking over Dean's room, over the scuffed marks on the wall and floors]
No can do. These traps of yours work? In Hell?
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[Yes, he's glad Gabriel healed him, but that isn't so easily forgotten.]
Man, I haven't been PG-13 flavored since I was eight.
[That made two of them, despite how often they somehow came into his life. They were meant to be special occasions, sad moments and such, but with both of them dying so often, special wasn't so special.]
Dunno. [He waves a dismissive hand at them.] Can't keep the damn things in place. One seemed to kick in with him here, but I had to do undo it to let you in.
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[Yeah yeah yeah, Winchesters don't forgive and forget. Unless they're Sam. Sam wanted to forgive him. Or at least use him.]
That's disturbing. Please don't give me the details.
Probably because the walls are sigil proof. Or just crap. This is hell, I suppose warding is going to be different here. [He pauses, considering it for a moment, and then shrugs. He'll look into it, at some point] You know salt is really hard to get down here?
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[Made the fake movies, but that does lead to Dean accidentally thinking of Gabriel as the doctor, and with the story out there, he doesn't want to do that. Instead, he clears his throat. They can just pretend that line of thought never cropped up.
As for the rest, Gabriel just gets an unimpressed look. Dean obviously wasn't doing anything that bad at 8 - aside from cursing and killing things.]
You're telling me, but not a lot of ghosts in Hell, either. We're all dead, but we're not hanging onto whatever's up there.
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I'm the lead in all my shows Dean. That's how it works.
[He shouldn't have been killing things at eight years old. Just saying, that's not normal or cool.]
Ghosts are what they are up with the living people. Down here, they're just dead like the rest of us. [He shrugs] Debatable. Demons don't like salt either. Ever tried to get salty fries down here? It's fucking impossible.
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Forget it.
[No more Gabriel and Doctor Sexy connections.
Seemed pretty cool at the time.]
Dude, have you tried to get anything good down here at all? I'd kill for some good burgers.
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Burgers, pie, decent music. There's a lot of it if you know where to go. Most of its in Little Eden though.
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The Heaven place? Angels get a free ticket?
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No, but once you're past the gate guards you're clear until nightfall. A smart kid like you will find a million ways in pretty quickly, I think.
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But I just kinda assumed it was kind of fancy smansy stuff, the kind that looks like cat food with a flower on it. They got burgers too?
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[The ice-cream place is the best, no doubt about it. Meat is just... meaty. Ice cream can be everything.]