lost angels {Gabriel}

[cas]

He stood at the entrance to the town, eyes narrowed as he scanned the walls, posts, and anything else that might display some kind of magical sigil. He was lacking in reasons to why he was sent to this world, why he had been stripped from his own right at the crucial moment of the upcoming battle between Michael and Lucifer. He had attempted to transport himself back to that location, but found that he was incapable of such an act, mainly because he couldn’t even grasp where exactly he was. He was unsure if this was even his world, the one that his Father had created centuries ago.

Having spotted no sigil or any other kind of magical art, Castiel continued on his walk, moving past townspeople as he sought out someone that could help him in returning to his own time. He needed to get back to Dean and Sam, to stop the apocalypse from happening, and to stop the brothers from getting put into any more harm.

As the angel made his way down the street, he ignored the obvious looks he was receiving, already noting that he was ill-dressed for the time and world, but not caring. None of these townspeople would offer him any kind of help in the situation he was dealing with, so he didn’t bother to stop and speak with any of them. Spreading his mind out, Castiel pursed his lips as he continued to pass buildings, looking from right to left and back in hopes of picking up on a mind that would offer him the help he needed, to offer a way to leave this world and go back to his own.

Letting a brow rise curiously on his forehead as he stopped in front of a bar, Castiel was confused on why the person he was looking for would be at a place called The Golden Inn. Giving little thought to it, the angel pushed the door open as he continued his walk, his mind searching out the one that he was looking for, the mind that seemed so similar but that he couldn’t place. Standing inside the bar, Castiel stood near the door as his eyes scanned the patrons, trying to find the one whose mind he had just been reading.

[The Trickster]

The Trickster had started walking through the town. He loved being a self-declared king after he killed the last one that was an ass hole. The Trickster was still on his depressive track though, not giving a crap about anything. He knew that it was probably not a good thing because the youngest archangel was a target now and was just too out of it to want to defend himself. He wondered if that happened often when people, mostly the Winchesters come back from the dead.

The youngest archangel stopped outside of an inn and he walked inside. He sat down and ordered himself a drink. The Trickster then drank it all, chugging it and then ordered another one. He did this several times, trying to get himself drunk but he realized he could only do that if he used his power to make the alcohol content more and drink it faster. It’s the wonderful metabolism of an angel.

The Trickster raised his hands and he had bent reality and got another drink, almost pure alcohol. He chugged that drink, feeling something finally. He had smiled and tried to drink more. He then felt a presence. It was a familiar one at that. Okay, so the youngest archangel wasn’t the only one here. Gabriel let out a sigh and shook his head. He didn’t care. He then called up for more booze and with out turning around he called to the other angel in the room.

“kill me now. I know you’re looking for me.” Gabriel said still sitting there, with his back to the other angel, still not knowing who it was. “yeah yeah I betrayed heaven by leaving, blah, blah, blah kill me.” Gabriel said, knowing that death was probably one of the punishments. He wasn’t sure though because he hadn’t been there for so long.

[cas]

The presence of the other angel was bestowing hope into Castiel, hope that he might finally be able to figure out where he was and how to return to the Winchesters. Having spent so much time with the brothers and developing the feelings that he had been punished for countless times, Castiel was worried that Michael and Lucifer had already done their deed, doing away with Dean and taking over Sam’s body. It would mean certain death for the two boys and for the rest of the world, so Castiel needed to get back to help them in stopping what was to come.

Hearing the angel’s words from the counter at the bar, Castiel knitted his brows together as he moved towards the other, recognizing the voice but not understanding how it was possible. He had been killed by the Angel Blade, and Castiel didn’t understand how he was hearing his voice now and wondering if it was some kind of sick joke. Dean had explained jokes to him before, and cruel jokes that people played on others for the benefit of themselves. Castiel was now wondering if this was one of those, done upon him by the angels still in Heaven.

”Gabriel? How are you still alive?” Castiel questioned his brother as he now stood to the side of him, eyes fixed on the older angel’s face as he tried to grasp what was happening. This had to be some warped time, done upon the angel by Raphael or Heaven itself to punish him for turning his back in order to help and save the Winchester brothers. His brows were still furrowed on his forehead, his eyes sharp as he gazed at the archangel.

[The Trickster]

The Trickster sat there and started drinking more. Okay, so this wasn’t working as much as he really wanted it to work. The youngest archangel put the glass down on the bar with almost a slam. He didn’t mean to do it on purpose, he was just a little angry, a little what humans would call depressed. He hadn’t had an episode like this in a long time, actually ever. Sure, he was upset that Kali had broken up with him after the two of them dated, but like he really cared in the end.

The other angel had asked how Gabriel was still alive. It was a voice that the youngest archangel had recognized. Gabriel turned around in his bar stool and stared at Castiel. Gabriel smirked and started laughing. He wondered if this was because of the alcohol that he had ingested.

“still alive? Oh no, I was dead, brought back though believe me, its not as fun or as miraculous as it sounds.” The Trickster said to Castiel as he snapped in another bottle of wine this time. The wine was chocolate wine and he started drinking from the bottle. “guess dear ol’ daddy didn’t like to see his youngest archangel, his little messenger dead.” The Trickster said to his younger brother, Castiel.

The sound in Gabriel’s voice was anger, depression, and resentment. He didn’t want to be back. He wanted to be left in the darkness, not existing because that was the only way that the youngest archangel had found peace.

[cas]

His eyes narrowed on the archangel’s face, realizing that he had been ingesting copious amounts of alcohol and now appeared to be drunk, which wasn’t good for Castiel and the questions he now had for his brother. Moving to sit down on one of the bar stools, the angel placed his hands on his knees as he stared over at Gabriel, listening to him speak of how he had certainly been dead but had then been brought back, who they both know was their Father. His brows knitted together as he turned his gaze onto his hands on his knees, trying to work through what had happened to the two of them. Gabriel had certainly been dead and now he had been resurrected in this place, and Castiel had somehow been dragged here right before the final battle.

Looking up as Gabriel snapped in another bottle of alcohol, Castiel watched him for a few minutes before speaking, ”How are we supposed to leave this place? The final battle has probably already begun which means we are needed back there.” His eyes narrowed on the archangel, wondering if he was even going to be of use to him in this state. Castiel remembered when he had had a taste of alcohol, he had consumed the whole store and realized what a mistake he had made when his vessel reacted poorly to the large amount. It had no long lasting harm, but he realized at the time how horrible he felt when he had appeared in the Winchester’s hotel room stumbling back and forth.

[The Trickster]

The Trickster watched as his brother sat beside him. He watched every little action and Castiel hadn’t appeared hostile. That was good. Now the youngest archangel can return to his business, drinking himself stupid. That probably wasn’t a good idea for an archangel, not knowing how he was going to react to things and then with all the power he had? The Trickster knew he could do a lot more damage. He had then offered his brother some of the booze that he was holding in his hand. Castiel had looked away from Gabriel and the youngest archangel just shrugged. He then started drinking a bit more.

Castiel had started asking Gabriel a few questions. He asked how they were supposed to leave this place and the final battle has probably already begun which meant that they needed to get back. Gabriel looked at his brother like his brother was the drunken one here and not him. “final battle? What the hell are you on?” Gabriel asked him curiously. “its over. Everything is over. Your boyfriends had succeeded in stopping the apocalypse and left Mikey in the cage with Lucy. Where have you been?” The Trickster asked him curiously.

“come on Cassy, take a load off.” Gabriel said to his brother holding the bottle back out. The youngest archangel then tried to stand back up again, but sort of fell back onto the stool. He needed to take a breather because he knew that if he stopped for a few moments it would all go away. Thats what Gabriel did. The youngest archangel now had no more alcohol in his system because his metabolism had burned it off right away. thats why he needed to keep drinking like he was.

The Trickster then turned and looked at Castiel. "why...are...you talking to me? aren't I the bad guy?" Gabriel asked Castiel seriously, putting breaks between the why, are and you.

(sorry its short xP)