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Trickster Problems Ch.7
Gabriel and Castiel arrived in the small town, both not able to be seen by the naked eye thanks to Gabriel, who grabbed his younger brother and pulled him into the cover of the nearest building even as a demon came around a corner. They both stood still as the demon stopped and stayed in his spot for a long moment before moving on.
"Brother," Castiel whispered, "Can you sense them nearby?" Gabriel took a moment to respond, closing his eyes and searching through the not so surprisingly empty town.
"Only demons right now," He said with a murmer as He and Castiel walked down the abandoned streets quietly, Gabriel 's eyes flicking around everywhere.
"I have an idea " Gabriel muttered as they hid behind a building. Gabriel knew Dean would be pissed later if he ever found out, but Gabriel needed this to work. He pictured Dean and allowed himself to look like the mook and then looked to Castiel after making himself fully visible.
"So, whatcha think?" He asked Castiel who only smiled fain
Trickster Problems Ch.6
Gabriel felt like he was being lifted He felt hands holding him and when he opened his eyes he saw Dean carrying him somewhere that was dark and Gabriel felt every step Dean was going down... It jarred at him, causing his wound to feel like it was on fire and Gabriel couldn't help the yelp that came from him, causing Dean to stop and look to him, now aware that he was awake.
"You just want to walk?" Dean asked and when Gabriel didn't respond he kept going, all too aware of the pained expression on Gabriel's face
"Hurry up, Sam! He's fading!" Dean yelled over his shoulder even as he passed over a devil's trap and went into an iron-walled shelter, and Gabriel could smell the salt drenching the iron, and even saw a Devil's trap in the ceiling It was the panic room
There was a crash as Sam ended up tripping on a loose step and fell down the stairs, his contents spilling out of his arms.
Sam cursed loudly and got up with a grimace, getting the items he'd dro
Trickster Problems Ch.5
A lot happened over the past month and the main highlights for Gabriel was that the boys were killed and sent to heaven, learning that God didn't care and Castiel seemed to break when they told them of that.
Gabriel hadn't really been sure how to react even as Dean had thrown away his amulet, leaving Sam hurt as they left the hotel. Gabriel had hesitated on the way out and when the boys weren't looking he picked up the amulet and looked it over. They had said that God had said even the amulet couldn't sense him if he didn't want it to, but Gabriel didn't care as he put it on and tucked it under his shirt. It was obvious that it had sentimental value, and he couldn't let it just be thrown away like that, but that didn't mean that he'd let the boys know he had it.
After that there had been a bit of a issue at an isolated town the boys had run across. Castiel was gone doing who knows what and Gabriel was in the car when they got attacked by demons on the road. They went for th
Werewolves Angels and Sam Ch11
The moon was high once more in the sky as two creatures panted hard in the forest. One was a wolf, with some sort of collar around it's neck, the object on it bouncing softly with each movement. The other was a human male who was wearing a tan jacket, his nearly shoulder length hair being tousled about as he ran, repeatedly looking over his shoulder.
The wolf panted heavily, about as much as Sam Winchester did, bolting as fast as he could through the woods they were running through.
"Dean we're not going to make itGabriel's fighting it off even now I don't think he's going to make it!" Sam coughed out. Dean had a blanket draped over his back, or was it a jacket? On closer inspection it would turn out to be a tan jacket, the exact one Gabriel had been wearing. Dean was easily dodging through the brush of the forest, whereas Sam was having a harder time, making more noise than Dean, whose wolf paws padded nearly silently.
There was a roar through the forest and both ran f
Carry on Wayward Sons Ch.12"Sam!" Both men yelled at once and someone grabbed a hold of his jacket. Though Sam's fall was too much for the person, and Sam opened his eyes to see Dean. There was a jerk and a yell from Dean as Sam heard a snap. Crap. Sam tugged and pulled Dean back. He was going to have to drag Dean with him.
"Why did you do that?" Dean asked as Sam kept a tight grip on his brother.
"Because, I figured you'd be able to get free of the dick's hold on you," Sam said faintly as his eyes closed halfway, both men's hair and clothing being blown about as they fell.
"Sam?" Dean said sharply, Sam was aware that his brother was afraid for their lives now.
"Yeah?" Sam asked as he continued to feel the sharp pain of his wound.
"Can you get us out of going splat in a few seconds?" Dean asked.
"I think so, I took Gabriel along but I don't know if he helped in that... And usually I don't drag people along who have stabbed me in the back with a knife designed to kill angels, but in your case I'll
Trickster Problems Ch.4
Gabriel's shoes squelched when they landed and he nearly collapsed, who knew that it would be so taxing to move four people at once?
Gabriel started to sit on the bed when he flinched and found his back bugging him again He felt like it were on fire as he threw his coat off and tore at his shirt until it too was off, and Gabriel seemed to desperately try to claw right by his shoulders but was unable to even as the burning seemed to fade and there was a rustle of feathers and Gabriel was shaking his head hard
He looked around and saw huuuge white wings. He looked back and saw that they were his, and he looked at them in amazement as he stretched them out, and even in the moderately large hotel room they were still too large for it. Gabriel just gaped at them in amazement, reaching his right hand out to touch one of them, feeling the same soft feathery feeling he had felt just days before The tops of his wings were about a foot higher than him Even Castiel se
SweepAs soon as he stepped into the open field, he slung the minesweeper from his shoulder and pointed its nose to the ground. It was old, worn and heavy, and old and rough, calloused and breaking, and old. The metal between his hands was cold and chilled his fingers. If he was not careful he could step on the very mines he was trying to find. They would have to pick up the pieces of his body and to send the tags home where his wife would cry and hold his son and daughter close with nothing to show them of their father but a piece of metal engraved with "Ajeet Singh".
One sweep, than another.
This war had taught him to never trust open spaces. Open spaces were where the mines were planted, where Prets lay in wait. France was green and damp just like the uniform he wore. It had been days since he was separated from his unit, and now the Allies were breathing on his neck, searching for POW’s, searching for the enemy of which he was one. &
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