Israfel has taken the vessel of a child, which Gabriel would find funny on any other day. She's just sitting on a bench with a lollipop, unnoticed by the masses as anything other than a little girl, but Gabriel can still pick up on those subtle nuances- the flash and spark of heaven's fire, a glimpse of tendrils of smoke in the vague shape of wings. Worst still, she picks up on him and bounds over to him, her soulless blue eyes boring into him, as if seeing down to his tainted core.
"They've been talking, Gabriel," her tiny girl's voice sounds ridiculous using that condescending tone, but it's no more ridiculous than an angel his junior talking to him like her garrison didn't follow his orders once.
If it weren't for the Winchesters, he'd still be in hiding right now. He misses that certainty that he used to have- the kind that summons anything he desires with a snap of his fingers. Now he's looking for something and he's not sure what and that kind of idiotic poking around always gets people noticed. The fact that the angels are sending Israfel in a vessel that he can't possibly find threatening says a lot- they're afraid of him. His fingers itch to banish her to the same place he sent Castiel to show the others that he won't be toyed with, but Israfel , while his junior, isn't some lowly principality- she'll put up a good fight and that's the last thing he needs.
"You used to be a lot more talkative," she chides, almost fondly.
"You're shorter than I remember," is the snarky response. "And let's see... What the hell are you doing here? Are you gonna try to kill me? If you are, that's a bad idea. Annnd ... Oh, yeah. Are you gonna finish that?" He doesn't wait for a response before he plucks the lollipop from her hands and pops it in his own mouth. There's something satisfying about stealing candy from precocious kids with angels inside them.
Israfel blinks, but that's the only reaction he gets from her, beyond a wry tug at the edge of her mouth that might be just as much of a twitch as it is a smile. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Actually, kiddo, I think I've changed a lot, but keep tellin' yourself that," Gabriel responds around the lollipop in his mouth. "Is this the part where you ask me to come back home?"
"Yes. Michael's missed you."
He suspects that's probably a lie, but Michael's always been the weird one. He still loved Lucifer, even after the betrayal. "Michael can suck it. I already told 'em where I stood on this and it ain't where he's standin'."
Israfel actually smiles at that and he glowers at her. That wasn't funny. "Like I said, you haven't changed."
He tugs the lollipop out of his mouth with a obnoxious pop. "Then why in the hell are you even trying to talk me into it? Your sales pitch ain't exactly sterling, sister."
She clasps her hands behind her back and stares up at the sky. "I'm here to remind you that you're not as noble as you're pretending to be."
He barks a laugh, nearly choking on the sucker in the process. "Is your halo crooked? Have you looked at my vessel? There ain't a noble bone left in my body. You guys are really graspin' at straws if-"
Israfel's eyes flash and there's a sudden chill in the air that wasn't there before when she stares him down, no longer interested in the sky. The entire shift in the mood is enough to make Gabriel brace himself, cutting off any jibe he might have tossed at her. "I'm referring to your insistence that you won't help one brother kill another. I seem to recall an angel who did our Father's bidding and turned the children of the Watchers against each other until they were no more."
Gabriel, for once, is silent, and Israfel closes her eyes, like the heavy burden of reminding her brother of the weight of that ancient order weighs heavily on her. "Michael sent me to remind you of that."
She's gone a moment later and all Gabriel can do is glower at the space where she was, wondering if she has any idea that maybe that sort of thing is why he doesn't get involved in anymore sibling bitchfights, because that's all it ever ends in- total annihilation.
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"They've been talking, Gabriel," her tiny girl's voice sounds ridiculous using that condescending tone, but it's no more ridiculous than an angel his junior talking to him like her garrison didn't follow his orders once.
If it weren't for the Winchesters, he'd still be in hiding right now. He misses that certainty that he used to have- the kind that summons anything he desires with a snap of his fingers. Now he's looking for something and he's not sure what and that kind of idiotic poking around always gets people noticed. The fact that the angels are sending Israfel in a vessel that he can't possibly find threatening says a lot- they're afraid of him. His fingers itch to banish her to the same place he sent Castiel to show the others that he won't be toyed with, but Israfel , while his junior, isn't some lowly principality- she'll put up a good fight and that's the last thing he needs.
"You used to be a lot more talkative," she chides, almost fondly.
"You're shorter than I remember," is the snarky response. "And let's see... What the hell are you doing here? Are you gonna try to kill me? If you are, that's a bad idea. Annnd ... Oh, yeah. Are you gonna finish that?" He doesn't wait for a response before he plucks the lollipop from her hands and pops it in his own mouth. There's something satisfying about stealing candy from precocious kids with angels inside them.
Israfel blinks, but that's the only reaction he gets from her, beyond a wry tug at the edge of her mouth that might be just as much of a twitch as it is a smile. "You haven't changed a bit."
"Actually, kiddo, I think I've changed a lot, but keep tellin' yourself that," Gabriel responds around the lollipop in his mouth. "Is this the part where you ask me to come back home?"
"Yes. Michael's missed you."
He suspects that's probably a lie, but Michael's always been the weird one. He still loved Lucifer, even after the betrayal. "Michael can suck it. I already told 'em where I stood on this and it ain't where he's standin'."
Israfel actually smiles at that and he glowers at her. That wasn't funny. "Like I said, you haven't changed."
He tugs the lollipop out of his mouth with a obnoxious pop. "Then why in the hell are you even trying to talk me into it? Your sales pitch ain't exactly sterling, sister."
She clasps her hands behind her back and stares up at the sky. "I'm here to remind you that you're not as noble as you're pretending to be."
He barks a laugh, nearly choking on the sucker in the process. "Is your halo crooked? Have you looked at my vessel? There ain't a noble bone left in my body. You guys are really graspin' at straws if-"
Israfel's eyes flash and there's a sudden chill in the air that wasn't there before when she stares him down, no longer interested in the sky. The entire shift in the mood is enough to make Gabriel brace himself, cutting off any jibe he might have tossed at her. "I'm referring to your insistence that you won't help one brother kill another. I seem to recall an angel who did our Father's bidding and turned the children of the Watchers against each other until they were no more."
Gabriel, for once, is silent, and Israfel closes her eyes, like the heavy burden of reminding her brother of the weight of that ancient order weighs heavily on her. "Michael sent me to remind you of that."
She's gone a moment later and all Gabriel can do is glower at the space where she was, wondering if she has any idea that maybe that sort of thing is why he doesn't get involved in anymore sibling bitchfights, because that's all it ever ends in- total annihilation.
He loves them all too much to help that happen.