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[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Supernatural, Gabriel, Children of Angels.

Supernatural | Gabriel & Anna | The Thorns In Your Crown

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel's sitting in a diner with a plate of pancakes as big as his head in front of him, one elbow propped up on the table, and his chin in one hand. The food remains untouched, because he's been too busy staring at the angel across from him like her presence is destroying his substantial appetite. Anafiel is placid in a way that he's not comfortable with. She's been that way since she was younger, but ever since she Fell and was reborn, she seems a little bit more quietly smug, like she knows some great secret and hasn't yet found anyone worthy of hearing it.

"You want us to what?" Gabriel drawls, picking up a fork and poking at the top of pancake stack with a frown. Goddamn her for killing his appetite, of all things.

Anna shrugs. "You heard me."

"I heard you, but I still don't believe it. I thought this was Castiel's snipe hunt."

"I wouldn't call it a snipe hunt." If she shrugs one more time, he is going to break a coffee mug over her head- no fooling. "Castiel has the Winchesters to look after and-"

"And you're still pissed at him," Gabriel supplies. He decides to screw his absent appetite and plucks the syrup covered strawberry from the top of the stack and begins sucking the syrup off of it. It's really the only thing to do when your baby sister won't leave you alone for ten minutes, because she has this brilliantly stupid plan to find your missing Father.

"That's the short of it. You're one of the few angels who have seen Him, Gabe. If you won't help them, then help me."

He finishes off the strawberry and resumes poking savagely at the pancakes. "You're not special, little sister. In fact, you're more annoying than they are."

"But I'm not Michael or Lucifer," she points out, clearly not daunted by the fact that he seems keen on insulting her until she finally decides to leave. Evidently, leaving isn't on her agenda. Damn her.

Damn her for having a good point, too. She's not Michael or Lucifer and she's not asking him to play favorites. Technically, neither were the Winchesters, but he has pride and pride dictates that he not waltz around, bowing down to two mortals who just so happened to hit the nail on the head. Cas can be their puppy- he'll just be Gabriel.

And that's all Anna wants from him. Be Gabriel the Messenger.

"Touche, little sister," he snorts derisively. It's not an agreement, but Anna smirks like it is. The urge to break a coffee cup over her head remains, but he'll ignore it for the moment.

"There's one more thing, Gabriel," Anna says after a moment and it's like she waited for him to start eating. He glowers at her over the pancakes, mouth too full to actually respond verbally. "The children of the Watchers."

Gabriel swallows. "...They're dead."

"You killed them."

"I had them kill each other," Gabriel points out, waving his fork. "There's a difference."

Anna's serene placidity hasn't broken and if Gabriel didn't know any better, he'd wonder if she was deriving sadistic amusement from her... Being her. Except he knew better- Anafiel was the paragon of Grace before she Fell. "There's still a few alive."

Gabriel chokes on his pancakes. The children of angels- the nephilim, the abominations that their Father demanded be destroyed because they frightened and terrified the humans... The very creatures he helped destroy are still out there? And Anna knows this? ....And this is going to somehow help them find God? ....And she couldn't have mentioned this before?

He closes his eyes and deadpans, "I hate you."

"But you're still going to help?" Anna asks, tilting her head a bit.

"I. Hate. You."

Re: Supernatural | Gabriel & Anna | The Thorns In Your Crown

[momma-66.livejournal.com]

Made. Of. Win. Period.

Re: Supernatural | Gabriel & Anna | The Thorns In Your Crown

[kawaiispinel.livejournal.com]

HEE. Thank you. <3333

Canon will likely never put these two (or those two plus Castiel) in the same scene, SO I SHALL MAKE SO.

Re: Supernatural | Gabriel & Anna | The Thorns In Your Crown

[alieneyes.livejournal.com]

Haha, so good. I can't wait for more...

Thank you so much! I love him eating the pancakes out of spite.