Post by kristopher on Jun 21, 2011 0:38:30 GMT -6
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Gabriel felt relieved when Dean had offered his help, had said that nothing would happen to him. Gabriel smiled when Dean had said that they couldn’t save the world with out him. That was so true. Gabriel knew things that he wasn’t supposed to know, which is why Michael and Raphael would want him back in heaven. It was understandable, but no creature, or human in their right mind, besides the Winchesters and demigods who had no right mind, would attack Gabriel and try to kill him.
Gabriel listened to Deans rant or what ever he was complaining about. Gabriel sort of knew where the Winchester was coming from. There were many reasons why Gabriel wished he was still dead. He wanted to be dead. He was brought back for a reason though and he will try as hard as he could to find out why. Gabriel just sighed and looked at Dean when he asked for some cake. “why do you think I popped up another fork and plate?” Gabriel asked Dean, with a tone implying that Dean was stupid, then took a deep breath. “Sorry, a lot going on right now, I have a short temper when I’m stressed.” The archangel replied apologizing. He didn’t mean to be an ass sometimes, it just sort of happens.
Gabriel thought about his family as Dean said he would let Gabriel know if he heard anything. Gabriel held up his pointer finger on his left hand and he put the plate of cake down next to his bottle of beer. The Trickster reached into his pocket and pulled out his I-phone. “Seriously, I wont come if you pray for me. Not that kind of angel.” Gabriel stated to Dean, handing Dean his phone so Dean could put his number in. “just add yourself as a contact and give me your phone in return. I almost always answer…” Gabriel said with a smirk on his face.
Gabriel nodded. “I can try to dig up as much as I can on Sam, but realize I can just drop down into hell and go ‘hey whazz up?’. It may take time, seeing as I am still flying under the radar. Someone had to pull him out, and I think the only way is to find an angel and ask, not me though. They talk a lot them angels. Their minds are like gossip magazines. One of them would know.” Gabriel stopped talking and scooped another forkfull of cake into his mouth, finishing off what was left on his plate. He grabbed another piece, then looked at Dean.
Gabriel listened to Deans rant or what ever he was complaining about. Gabriel sort of knew where the Winchester was coming from. There were many reasons why Gabriel wished he was still dead. He wanted to be dead. He was brought back for a reason though and he will try as hard as he could to find out why. Gabriel just sighed and looked at Dean when he asked for some cake. “why do you think I popped up another fork and plate?” Gabriel asked Dean, with a tone implying that Dean was stupid, then took a deep breath. “Sorry, a lot going on right now, I have a short temper when I’m stressed.” The archangel replied apologizing. He didn’t mean to be an ass sometimes, it just sort of happens.
Gabriel thought about his family as Dean said he would let Gabriel know if he heard anything. Gabriel held up his pointer finger on his left hand and he put the plate of cake down next to his bottle of beer. The Trickster reached into his pocket and pulled out his I-phone. “Seriously, I wont come if you pray for me. Not that kind of angel.” Gabriel stated to Dean, handing Dean his phone so Dean could put his number in. “just add yourself as a contact and give me your phone in return. I almost always answer…” Gabriel said with a smirk on his face.
Gabriel nodded. “I can try to dig up as much as I can on Sam, but realize I can just drop down into hell and go ‘hey whazz up?’. It may take time, seeing as I am still flying under the radar. Someone had to pull him out, and I think the only way is to find an angel and ask, not me though. They talk a lot them angels. Their minds are like gossip magazines. One of them would know.” Gabriel stopped talking and scooped another forkfull of cake into his mouth, finishing off what was left on his plate. He grabbed another piece, then looked at Dean.
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TAGGED Dean
NOTES
LYRICS Little Help from my Friends :: The Beatles
[/blockquote]TAGGED Dean
NOTES
LYRICS Little Help from my Friends :: The Beatles
