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I don't want to know what you and Greg do at night.
Dean? Didn't take it well, no. But one thing I learned around your brother was what makes a person. I did give him quite a few beers. Poor man might be a little drunk and looking for you.
A few beers won't be enough to get Dean Winchester drunk. He's as bad as you in that respect. Now if that beer had other stuff in, then maybe he'd be tipsy.
But if he's coming to see me, I better do my hair, make sure I'm looking my best. Does he have flowers?
Not unless you want to know what your brother and I did at lunch time.
Would I do something like offer a known hunter with a temper something like special beer and then tell him about the fun times of Doctor Sexy and Dean? He was a little surprised about that.
No. Did tell me a little about your brother. Didn't like each other much, did they?
You know, I do. What did you do at lunch time? Did he make you spaghetti?
It depends. If you thought you could light the fuse and then point him in my direction, maybe you would. I mean, I would. And he shouldn't be surprised. Doctor Sexy has always been his gay fantasy.
Him and Lucifer? No. Dean objects to Lucifer wanting to wear the other Winchester. And there's some other shit, but mostly that. He doesn't seem to hate Mike half as much. Kinda weird, but there you go.
Fed me all the chocolate candybars that were supposed to be yours.
Good thing I'm not you then. Ordinary beer with a bit of magic to cool it. Wanted to get a feel for him. I'd see him with black eyes before. That one thing he put on the network?
Gabriel, you all using others as clothes is too close to possession for me. I'm used to kicking out ones like that but Lucifer told me your 'vessel' has to approve. That true?
I don't think there should be more than one of me. I mean, Greg might like it for a night, but the rest of reality doesn't need that does it? I'm glad you and Deano made friends. You could both do with them.
Although the demon thing was... a different him. I think.
Can't do anything without consent. Shouldn't do anything without consent, anyway. Daddy was very keen on that. Lucifer and Michael have to get the brochesters to agree, or the whole apocalypse gets a rain-check. Why?
A good time was had by all, and I'm still trying to get some off the ceiling.
[What John is coming to think of as 'The Gabriel Smokescreen' is ignored. He's known a few that did the same, laughter or bad jokes to cover other things.]
We're not friends. As for the demon, I'll take your word for it. You know him better than I do.
Good. Not the same in my world. Demons and angels just take. It's up to people like me to keep them in check. I prefer your way even if Lucifer didn't make it sound like his had much choice.
Huh, I've had experiences like that. Try a power-washer.
[ "The Gabriel Smokescreen" he likes that. Of course, humans do it a lot. It deflects from unpleasant topics of conversation. ]
Not yet. He's useful to know. And sort of funny. I know you don't do the friendship thing, but neither does he. Just got this weird thing with one of my little brothers.
Luci likes to pretend he can always get what he wants. You and me both know that isn't the case. Humans always have a choice, there's always a way for you to even the odds. You aren't as powerless as Luci or Mike would like to think.
Gabriel, this is Hell. I sleep on a mattress in a closet. Finding or affording a power washer is off my scale. Try again.
[Then there's John who trudges wearily towards things, deflecting only when he's sidling close enough to put a blade through someone's ribs. No kind sense of humour.]
My friends are all dead for a reason, angel. Mostly because of your kind or demons or - whatever the fuck. A few at my version of yours' hands. Complication I don't need or want.
Good to hear it. I never saw that ugly side of him, but I'm sure it was there. Good to know something kept him in check. All of you for that matter.
[ If you laughed a little bit more, maybe you'd feel better John. Drink less. It's okay to smile, really it is. ]
So are his. You aren't dissimilar. But this is hell, and we're all dead. Can't you drop some of those walls just a little bit? Dean's a good man, he'd have your back. And in your line of work? Surely a little reinforcement now-and-again is useful?
He wasn't always like that. Before the Fall. Maybe you're seeing him a little bit more like how he was.
[ Which was still sneaky, still calculating, still sharp as a knife, but not so unkind. Who knew? ]
Can't. Might accidentally clean my shop up. I like it the way it is.
[Not likely on any of those fronts. He likes his solitude, how everyone thinks him weird. Never helps to have people around.]
[Especially the likes of Dean Winchester.]
I don't need or want the Winchesters around, Gabriel. Let it go. [An ugly note taints his voice, gone as quick as it shows up or maybe that's due to the mention of Lucifer.] I doubt it. My place was a nice safe hideout, an amusement.
[That emotional knife might have skittered across ribs but didn't pierce an internal organ yet.]
No wonder you never take dates home, that's all I'm saying.
[ Well, he is weird. He likes people to think of him as such, but it's not really an act, is it? He's put himself apart from everyone and those he does know he treats with something close to contempt.
Hey, not everyone likes Dean. It's not unusual. ]
Alright, alright. You aren't going to be best friends. It's no biggie. [He sighs, softly] He pretends everything is an amusement. Even if it isn't. It's a control thing.
One night stands aren't dates, Gabriel, and I don't need you butting into me taking anyone home. If you're doing that out of some misguided thing because of Lucifer, you can stop. He's gone and others miss him more than me.
[He's quiet for a few seconds before answering.]
I know. I know. A lot like his brother. Go give Greg a hug and think of a good excuse for Dean.
I wanted to give you a warning, not have a full discussion on How Hades Turns.
Look, Gabriel... it's been a long day. Gets quiet here some nights without your brother and his visits. Dean brought some of that up. Maybe we can talk some other night.
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Wait. Wait, what?
[ There's a few moments of silence while he imagines how that conversation went. ] Did he enjoy it? Or do I owe you for damages?
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Dean? Didn't take it well, no. But one thing I learned around your brother was what makes a person. I did give him quite a few beers. Poor man might be a little drunk and looking for you.
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A few beers won't be enough to get Dean Winchester drunk. He's as bad as you in that respect. Now if that beer had other stuff in, then maybe he'd be tipsy.
But if he's coming to see me, I better do my hair, make sure I'm looking my best. Does he have flowers?
Joke. Did you boys talk shop?
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Would I do something like offer a known hunter with a temper something like special beer and then tell him about the fun times of Doctor Sexy and Dean? He was a little surprised about that.
No. Did tell me a little about your brother. Didn't like each other much, did they?
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It depends. If you thought you could light the fuse and then point him in my direction, maybe you would. I mean, I would. And he shouldn't be surprised. Doctor Sexy has always been his gay fantasy.
Him and Lucifer? No. Dean objects to Lucifer wanting to wear the other Winchester. And there's some other shit, but mostly that. He doesn't seem to hate Mike half as much. Kinda weird, but there you go.
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Good thing I'm not you then. Ordinary beer with a bit of magic to cool it. Wanted to get a feel for him. I'd see him with black eyes before. That one thing he put on the network?
Gabriel, you all using others as clothes is too close to possession for me. I'm used to kicking out ones like that but Lucifer told me your 'vessel' has to approve. That true?
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I don't think there should be more than one of me. I mean, Greg might like it for a night, but the rest of reality doesn't need that does it? I'm glad you and Deano made friends. You could both do with them.
Although the demon thing was... a different him. I think.
Can't do anything without consent. Shouldn't do anything without consent, anyway. Daddy was very keen on that. Lucifer and Michael have to get the brochesters to agree, or the whole apocalypse gets a rain-check. Why?
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[What John is coming to think of as 'The Gabriel Smokescreen' is ignored. He's known a few that did the same, laughter or bad jokes to cover other things.]
We're not friends. As for the demon, I'll take your word for it. You know him better than I do.
Good. Not the same in my world. Demons and angels just take. It's up to people like me to keep them in check. I prefer your way even if Lucifer didn't make it sound like his had much choice.
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[ "The Gabriel Smokescreen" he likes that. Of course, humans do it a lot. It deflects from unpleasant topics of conversation. ]
Not yet. He's useful to know. And sort of funny. I know you don't do the friendship thing, but neither does he. Just got this weird thing with one of my little brothers.
Luci likes to pretend he can always get what he wants. You and me both know that isn't the case. Humans always have a choice, there's always a way for you to even the odds. You aren't as powerless as Luci or Mike would like to think.
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[Then there's John who trudges wearily towards things, deflecting only when he's sidling close enough to put a blade through someone's ribs. No kind sense of humour.]
My friends are all dead for a reason, angel. Mostly because of your kind or demons or - whatever the fuck. A few at my version of yours' hands. Complication I don't need or want.
Good to hear it. I never saw that ugly side of him, but I'm sure it was there. Good to know something kept him in check. All of you for that matter.
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[ If you laughed a little bit more, maybe you'd feel better John. Drink less. It's okay to smile, really it is. ]
So are his. You aren't dissimilar. But this is hell, and we're all dead. Can't you drop some of those walls just a little bit? Dean's a good man, he'd have your back. And in your line of work? Surely a little reinforcement now-and-again is useful?
He wasn't always like that. Before the Fall. Maybe you're seeing him a little bit more like how he was.
[ Which was still sneaky, still calculating, still sharp as a knife, but not so unkind. Who knew? ]
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[Not likely on any of those fronts. He likes his solitude, how everyone thinks him weird. Never helps to have people around.]
[Especially the likes of Dean Winchester.]
I don't need or want the Winchesters around, Gabriel. Let it go. [An ugly note taints his voice, gone as quick as it shows up or maybe that's due to the mention of Lucifer.] I doubt it. My place was a nice safe hideout, an amusement.
[That emotional knife might have skittered across ribs but didn't pierce an internal organ yet.]
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[ Well, he is weird. He likes people to think of him as such, but it's not really an act, is it? He's put himself apart from everyone and those he does know he treats with something close to contempt.
Hey, not everyone likes Dean. It's not unusual. ]
Alright, alright. You aren't going to be best friends. It's no biggie. [He sighs, softly] He pretends everything is an amusement. Even if it isn't. It's a control thing.
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[He's quiet for a few seconds before answering.]
I know. I know. A lot like his brother. Go give Greg a hug and think of a good excuse for Dean.
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Go on. Hang up. I know you have much better things to do than talk to me.
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Look, Gabriel... it's been a long day. Gets quiet here some nights without your brother and his visits. Dean brought some of that up. Maybe we can talk some other night.
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Thanks for giving me the heads-up.