#featuring: gabriel (sarishim)

[bloodsalted]

@sarishim || dipping into that inbox || i found this!

Did you just Yoda quote me?

"yoda quote you, i did.. laugh, you mu---hold on. you picked that up? you know who yoda is?" dean was betting on getting stared at in confusion. maybe even an eyeroll that says you make no sense. what he got was gabriel tossing that pop culture reference right back at him and now--he's off his game. mentally taxed! empty handed! caught with his proverbial pants down!

damn it. shoulda seen that coming!

[safetypinned]

@sarishim || pre-established relationship prompts || accepting!

do you remember what you told me?

paper coffee cup between his hands, sam uses the edge of a thumbnail to gently toy with the tiny edge of plastic rim around the lid. sitting beside him on the bench outside a small cafe is gabriel. who he didn't expect to see sitting there when he exited with place. leaving a door closing with a string of bells attached to it jingling in his wake.

now, sitting beside him the archangel asks if he remembers the promise he made. "of course," brows are shoved together as sam takes a careful sip of his coffee before turning his attention back to his company. "said i'd be there if you needed me. that hasn't changed." the cups lowered between his knees--shoulders hitch. "i'm all ears. what's going on? and just how big is it?"

[lasthymn]

@sarishim || send "you're not what i expected..." for my muse's reaction || accepting!

they're standing on the edge of a river. jack's hands are buried deep into the pockets of a tan jacket that seems a little too big for his shoulders. something warm for the early morning chill in the air. layered underneath is a sweater. thick wool with a t-shirt that is soft on his skin. because he likes the texture.

fog swallows up the air above the water. surrounds them and makes everything muted and thick. he likes the weather like this. where it's crisp air that you can feel brushing over your skin. a smile greets the angel as he confesses jack isn't what he expected.

a slow dip of his head in a nod. attention kept on gabriel even though his gaze wanders back to the water. "sometimes people surprise us. don't they? it's one of the best parts about them. you really do never know what you're going to get." sometimes it's good. sometimes it's bad. others? confusing.

there's been people that've caught him completely off guard for how they reacted to him initially. but then time changes and, with it, relationships blossom and bloom or wither and fade. either way? it's all part of the human experience. something jack craves down to his bone marrow.

"what were you expecting? if you don't mind me asking..? i'm curious." he walks to the edge of the dock and motions for gabriel to follow. sitting down in spite of the cold wood, he lets his legs dangle off the edge. a little piece of wood chip's plucked up in his fingers. he tosses it in the water before curling his fingers around the lip of their seat.

[bloodsalted]

dean damn near expected the archangel to poof as his answer to dean's request. so he was ready for that? but the whole giving in thing (after a pointed sigh--don't think he didn't catch that!) came as a bit of a surprise. took the elder winchester a couple of blinks to catch up to the conversation now that it took a turn he wasn't prepared for. "i..uh.. the bunker's fine. but you're sticking around." a pointed look. "i want to know what's going on. cause you can't tell me there isn't some sorta background noise behind all this shit going down. deal..?"

don't leave me in the dark. / @bloodsalted

gabriel's eyes shifted to dean's; a lengthy, almost annoyed exhale out of his nose, as he shifted his weight to his other leg. while he admired dean's sense of duty and justice, the archangel preferred his brother's openness and tolerance. "fine. what, do you want to go back to the bunker? or did you have some other location in mind?"

[bloodsalted]

@sarishim || a meme from about here. || inbox catch up!

Oh sure. I'll just sit here with the police officer we tied up and rethink my recent life choices.

green gaze pivots to the police officer who looks mad as hell. would probably try to chew their asses a new one if dean took the makeshift gag he made out of a torn rag from his trunk out of his mouth. he's not gonna, though. there's humor in that stare when it bounces back to the archangel. so much that they glisten in the light. his smile's wide enough to show teeth.

"ahh. but i bet you never had to say that before. did ya? you're welcome. see? every day? a new adventure. all you had to do was get involved with the likes of us. you're welcome." so says the atta-boy-buckeroo swing of dean's arm accompanied by a snap of his fingers and that smile that blossoms in an ear to ear grin. yeah. there's fingerguns and a wink to polish it all off too. dean starts walking backwards as those 'guns' wave in the air. time to get the hell outta dodge. "or we can leave him here til they find him. up to you. he's gonna be fine. shift's almost up. they'll come lookin'. i promise.."