trickntreats: (do you seek the things you fear)
Gabriel ([personal profile] trickntreats) wrote in [community profile] caveofsapphires 2012-04-02 12:28 pm (UTC)

The whole way to his quarters, Gabriel had stared at the back of the mook's head, eyes narrowed, and snapped his fingers. Once every thirty seconds, exactly. Except when he made it on the minute every five (or seven) snaps. He was fairly certain the man had developed a twitch before he was left alone, which was about the only kind of satisfaction Gabriel could currently get. Especially given the photograph the mook pointed out before he left.

Once alone, the archangel looked skywards and shouted at the ceiling: "Is there a point to this? Because if this is meant to be some reward for finally sticking up for humanity, I can think of better things! Like maybe those seventy-two virgins!"

There was no answer, of course. It would have been nice, but Gabriel couldn't really say he was surprised. Dad hadn't talked to anyone except Joshua and, indirectly, Castiel and the Winchesters, in at least a century.

The room was too small. He was so much less than he should have been--he'd felt disorientated on waking up. Disorientated! An archangel!--and yet the room felt tiny. He prowled once around the edges before deciding no, he wasn't going to stay, and left. Obviously the first thing to do was to look for metaphysical cracks in reality. There wouldn't be any if this really was Dad's work, of course, but maybe it was Lucifer's, in which case there might possibly be something.

Which was why, not five minutes later, people would walk down the street to see a brown-haired man poking at locked doorways, prodding far too hard at the terminal screens, snapping his fingers (then scowling when nothing happened) and, on occasion, looking up at the ceiling to shout, "This isn't funny, you know!"

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