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[blabriel]

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[blabriel]

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Sam suppressed a smile and said: “Gabriel, as grateful as I am for your support, it is not that simple. One, not everybody here has wings. Two, I was a kid. Do you have any clue how dumb kids can be? Three, yeah, right, as if I were to let you push me over a roof in the dark.” As Gabriel prepared the pie filling, Sam used a fork to make little lines around the pie crust. He rose a brow at the hummed melody. Great. At least one person thinks it is funny.

They poured the mixture into the pie and topped it with ritz crackers, before they covered it. As Sam prepared the preheated oven, he said: “That’s the thing, Gabriel. You’re in on the jokes. You’re never in danger, when you do them. Me and Dean? When we are trapped in these jokes, we aren’t really concerned with whether it’s funny or not. We’re concerned with trying not to die. Probably comes from the job. No offence against you, Gabriel, but every job my brother and I do, puts us into a life-or-death situation. We cannot afford to treat things lightly. At least not in the heat of the moment.”

“A-C-M-E?”, repeated Sam as he thought aloud, “AC-Me? More like Ice-Me!” An involuntary laugh escaped his lips and Sam smiled at Gabriel. He said: “Probably. But then the world isn’t really a cartoon, Gabriel. At least not for us. I think, I would have found it a bit funny. I mean, by then Dean had already gotten hit by a car and chocked on meat somehow. So I kind of knew what was going on. At least I knew the basic that as soon as Dean dies, the day starts again. So maybe I would have found it funny. But not a lot. I know, you were trying to teach me to live without Dean, but he’s my brother. He means the world to me. Even if he were to die, I would always miss him. And well, I’d probably try to bring him back. I mean, you remember what happened with me stabbing a false Bobby.”

His face eclipsed. The oven beeped and they got out the warm and finished pie. Sam carefully put it on a plate and covered it with tin foil to keep it warm. He said: “Look, Gabriel, it’s not as if me and Dean don’t joke on hunts on occasions. Trust me, Dean will find a way to make anything funny. In my case, my humor is normally very black and deadpanned. I don’t jest around like Dean does, but I definitely toldl him, he smelled like a toilett when he fell down a muddy bank and into the river.”

          A dangerous smile twitched at the corners of Gabriel’s lips as Sam declined his offer of flying lessons.   “What if I called it a leap of faith?  Would you jump then?”  He tried to swallow the snicker building in his throat, but it escaped through his nose regardless.  “Here, hold on, hold on.  I’ll even do the thing if that helps.  A-hem—”  And with that Gabriel’s eyes went white, cold and glowing to match the light behind his head which cast a shadow of wings on the wall behind him.  He even went the extra mile and lifted himself off the ground.   “I am the archangel Gabriel,” he began in a voice that was it’s own chorus, “and I require a leap of faith.  Off a roof. In the dark. Moonlight optional.”  For a moment his smile had too many teeth (sharp teeth) and his face began to twist into some other visage.  But Gabriel let the act drop as quickly as he’d put it on, and ws once again a relatively average and unassuming looking guy—albeit now with an embarrassed smile on his face.  “So? You wanna’? You do, don’t you?  Just a little bit.”  He dropped his voice to a whisper. “I promise I’ll make it so you fly... the second time you jump.”  Any trace of embarassment left Gabriel’s face as the Trickster’s smile settled back over his features. 

          The wordplay was unexpected and left Gabriel staring at Sam in stunned silence for at least six seconds before he burst into laughter.  When it subsided, he waved a hand through the air.  “Even if the world isn’t nearly as well written as a cartoon, I’m glad a giant anvil would have gotten a laugh.”  He knelt down to check the pie’s progress in the oven as he decided how he wanted to play this.  Sam was Gabriel’s preferred Winchester by far.  He was funny.  He was also wildly and incredibly resistant to this one specific lesson about his brother.  Which was frustrating.  And Gabriel knew it was pointless to try to hammer it home any more than he already had.  But he’d always been a sucker for a half-lost cause. “Yeah, yeah, you were also ready to stab me during our little ding-dong-Dean-is-dead interlude.  I remember.”  He stood back up with an uneven smile. “And I don’t hold that against you by the way.  You weren’t ready to hear what I was saying back then.  But maybe one of these days...”  Gabriel shrugged.

          As Sam retreived the pie from the oven Gabriel couldn’t help a wistful little sigh.  It was laced with laxitives and while he could have eaten a slice and survived with no real ill effects (and in fact fully planned to do so later if that was what Dean needed to see to be convinced to try it himself) he was disappointed that they wouldn’t be slicing it up here and now. “Maybe I need you to walk me through this one.  How is your brother making jokes while trying to murder my friends and coworkers any different from me making a joke of the way I dispose of dicks who won’t learn their lessons?”  Gabriel took a step back, arms crossed and head tilted to the side with genuine curiosity.   “I get it with the ones that kill for fun.  Or at least I understand that a little better. But some of them were just hungry.”  Gabriel uncrossed his arms to run his fingers through his hair as he shook his head. “You don’t have to answer that,” he added after a moment with a wave of his hand, “I think that might be one of those things we’ll never see eye to eye on.  Like your thing with your brother.” 

[blabriel]

@daedaluscried

“ No movies. Have no movies. ” She only knew of them with any certainty because of her time in this… well… time. She supposed that might cause a touch more of an emotional bummer. Perhaps a movie date night in the future. Ari looked forward to it, if only to watch Gabriel’s excitement over something he liked. That was a more beautiful sight.

“ Are covered in bees early? Because … you sweeter than honey? ” She thought she would try some of the food related pick up lines. Since he seemed to enjoy then so much.

          “There are people who’d tell you that books are better anyway.  Those people are wrong and have never read ‘Hannibal’, but they’re out there.”  It was the sort of declaration that he’d happily go back on later if need be.  With just as many broad, sweeping gestures as he’d used to make it in the first place.    “We’ll have to watch the classics sometime though,” Gabriel went on, “you, me, a bucket of popcorn, and a drive-in theater.  I wonder if I could bribe someone into showing ‘Black Sheep’...”

          Unable to help a snort of laughter he quickly pressed a kiss to the side of her head.  Giddy and sentimental and definitely hungry now. “Y’know if you were a vegetable you’d be a cute-cumber.”

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[blabriel]

gabriel in every scene (72/?)

[blabriel]

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EYES: Blue | Brown | Green | Grey | Hazel | Other (specify) 

HAIR: Black | Blonde | Brown | Ginger | Grey/White | Red | Multi-Color | Other (specify)

BODY TYPE: Athletic |Built | Curvy  | Muscular | Skinny | Slender | Slim

SKIN: Dark | Discolored | Fair | Freckled | Light | Medium | Olive | Pale | Tan

GENDER: Female | Male | Cis | No Gender | Trans | Other

SEXUALITY: Asexual | Bisexual | Demisexual | Heterosexual | Homosexual | Pansexual | Other 

EDUCATION: College | High School | Higher Education | University | None (He goes to community colleges and takes classes for fun and information but doesn’t actually have a degree or like... proof of purchase.)

LIVING SITUATION: Drifter | Homeless | Lives alone | Lives with a friend/roommate | Lives with parents/guardian | Lives with significant other | Other

PARENTS/GUARDIAN: Adoptive | Dad | Family Friend | Foster | Grandparents | Mom | Other (Older brothers who think they’re soooo smart)

RELATIONSHIP: Crushing | Dating | Engaged | It’s Complicated | Married | Separated | Single

I’VE BEEN: Abused | Hurt | In Love | Sick | Dead

I HAVE A(N): Anxiety Disorder | Eating Disorder | Learning Disorder | Mental Disorder | Personality Disorder | Substance-related Disorder | Psychiatric Disorder

THINGS I’VE DONE BEFORE: Drank alcohol | Done drugs | Gotten into a fistfight | Gone to a rave | Gone to jail | Gone to the hospital | Had a threesome | Had sex | Killed someone | Self-harmed | Starved myself | Stolen | Used a fake ID

POSITIVE TRAITS: Adventurous | Affectionate | Athletic | Brave | Careful | Charming | Confident | Creative | Determined | Fearless | Generous | Honest | Humorous | Intelligent | Loyal | Modest | Patient | Selfless

NEGATIVE TRAITS: Aggressive | Bossy | Cynical | Envious | Fearful | Greedy | Gullible | Jealous | Impatient | Impulsive | Insecure | Irresponsible | Possessive | Sarcastic | Self-conscious | Selfish | Unstable

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[blabriel]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ?

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ANGER:  jaw clenching,hands balling into fists, teeth grinding, yelling, going nonverbal, stuttering speech, rushed speech, slow concise speech, rambling, quiet, arms crossing, shaking head, tearing up, animated, expressionless, projects, internalizes, vents, withdraws, tighter movements, passive aggressive, direct, physical outbursts, verbal outbursts

JOY:  easy smiles, fighting back grins, suppressed laughter, loud laughter, giggles, chuckling, smirks, whole body laughs, covers mouth when laughing/giggling, throws head back when laughing, slaps leg, touches people around them when laughing, looks down when laughing, looks for eye contact when laughing, sparkling eyes, bubbly happiness, quiet subtle happiness, obnoxious happiness, wants to spread joy, quietly savors joy

SADNESS:  crying, bottling it up, seeks distractions, wallows, meditates and processes, avoidance, seeks out comfort, withdraws, swallowing thickly, talks it out, internalizes it, sad smiles, depression naps, uses alcohol, uses drugs, seeks out sources of joy, fidgets with sentimental item, sits in silence, broods, gets moody, wants someone to share the misery, tries to hide negative emotions, nurtures others to make themselves feel better

EMBARRASSMENT/SHAME: blushing, looking away, rubbing at back of head, covering face, laughing nervously, laughs it off, overthinks, lets it go, self deprecating humor, deflects, gets irritated, smiles, withdraws, crossing arms over stomach, crossing arms over chest, hands in pockets, shoulders sinking, shrugs, falling into silence until comfortable again, talking a lot to compensate

GUILT:  avoiding eye contact, shoulders sinking low, head hanging down, crying, chest aches, lashes out, internalizes, apologizes, deflects, communicates, withdraws, grand gestures for forgiveness, accepts fault easily, punishes themselves, martyrdom, victim complex, over-active guilt complex, healthy conscience, internalizes even after forgiveness, seeks redemption, moves on easily, denial, lack of guilt/conscience, sorry they got caught more than caused harm, can’t handle knowing they hurt others

FEAR/ANXIETY:  trembling, crying, sarcasm/sass to cope, rambles, goes silent, gets angry, fidgeting, impatience, clenching jaw, picking at nails, chewing at lip, pulling at clothes, adjusting jewelry/clothing, swallowing thickly, eyes widening, over-reacts, under-reacts, calm, logical, panic, irrational, overthinks, carefully analyzes, talks to themselves, breathing exercises, flight, fight, withdraw, fawn

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[blabriel]

@heartsurpluss​

          To Gabriel, Nick does not look like Lucifer.  They’re brothers after all—were?  Do you stop being brothers when one of you dies?  He isn’t sure.  All Gabriel knows is he’s known Lucifer too long for the last person he happened to wear to have lodged in his mind as being the essence of him.    So when he plops himself down in a chair across from Nick the empty table between them isn’t a barrier to keep the former vessel of the big scary devil away.  It’s just a place to put the slice of cake he’s conjured himself.

          He conjures one up for Nick too, on a weirdly ornate plate patterened with dancing coyotes because he’s a jerk but he’s not a complete ass.  Well, not all the time.

          The first forkful of decadent chocolate cake Gabriel manages in silence.  Because the guy had been sitting quietly before he’d showed up and maybe that meant it had been his plan for the day.  But then again, maybe Nick was only sitting in silence because he hadn’t had anyone around to talk to.   And now he does! What luck.

          “I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the Mothman,” he says with his second forkful of cake held aloft, “The statue they made of him specifically.”  He gestures for Nick to eat before doing so himself.   “And actually, it’s pretty messed up that they assigned the Mothman a gender—right there in his name too, no regard at all for self-identifying cryptids and their preferences.  Although I guess he had plenty of chances to correct them and he didn’t so maybe they got it right.”  Gabriel pauses, thoughtful and distracted by his own twisting logic.  

          As if to prove his own inability to track the path of his thoughts Gabriel barely pauses to swallow before he says: “Do you know how to drive?”   And then he lets that sit as he takes another bite of cake and smiles at Nick with a finger held aloft—an indicator that he should wait a moment. “Because I have it on good authority that while I can get behind the wheel and make a car go I’m not a good or safe driver.”  Punctuated with a wave of his fork and a roll of his eyes.  “Whatever that means.”

          “So basically what I’m trying to say is what I want to do is drive to West Virginia and see the statue again, confirm with my own eyes that it’s got an eight-pack and notable bulge and I’d like to make a road trip out of it.  But for a road trip you need a person who can drive and you seem like you could stand to get out and breathe some fresh air so maybe you could come along.  If that’s something you’re interested in I mean.”

          “Think about it.  Let me know.  We’ve got time.”  And with that he scoops the last bit of cake from his plate, fork scraping the chocolate away to reveal a design featuring his own smiling face. 

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@daedaluscried

“ Close. Thank ancestors but also thank food. Thank all who help you live. ” It meant more than Ari could imagine that he was trying so hard to accommodate her religion and her customs. She had spent years living alone with her memories of her home, so to see even the slightest bit represented - it was heartwarming. Wiping tears from her eyes, Ari glanced between the altar and Gabriel a few times before gingerly pulling him towards it.

“ Let Ari show you how work. ” She carefully knelt down beside the altar and began her prayers.

          Immediately Gabriel felt stupid for missing the connection.  That had been one of the first things they’d discussed way back on their second date.  But she seemed happy with his efforts, so he let her pull him along as he chewed the inside of his cheek to prevent himself from dwelling on things outside the moment.

          Gabriel knelt with her as she prayed, listening to the rise and fall of her voice and watching the tense but graceful curve of her posture.  Sacrilege and sanctity were far from his mind as he focused on her.   Now and then he could pick out a word—with unfamiliar ears that hadn’t been designed to function in this future.  And when she finished praying he finally asked: “I couldn’t tell if it was you or the prayer, but that sounded nice.  Hopeful.   So what’s next?  Do we set something on fire?”  

[blabriel]

gabriel in every scene (295/?)

[blabriel]

“gnsdily” and beyond pained Gibbs

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[blabriel]

[blabriel]

(( ooc; i am doing it! i’m using this new blog! i made it back from the dead   might even write words tonight! in a sentence! 

but mostly i’m moving threads from one blog to another ))

[blabriel]

                The sacrificial stains all spread out & soaking through                                        But I remember when we kept it pretty,                                                                   me & you

so here’s the thing about gabriel…

[blabriel]

the trinkets and the treasures we brought back from the crusades

[blabriel]

                 I’ve been hearing loads about “happiness”                   It really (truly) isn’t what you’d think it is                                                         Make the best, forget the rest

gabriel & castiel