thread: castiel + gabriel WHO: Gabriel + Castiel WHEN: After this conversation WHERE: Gabriel's room or somewhere near it! WHAT: Castiel goes to his brother in order to explain just what, exactly, happened to Heaven after Gabriel's death. WARNINGS: N/A? I mean, the recap's ugly, but Cas isn't gonna milk it for ratings.
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Gabriel had said that he'd come to Castiel.
However, that meant coming into the room that Castiel shared with the Winchesters, and Castiel wasn't entirely sure that he wanted Gabriel there for this particular conversation. He didn't want Sam walking in. He especially didn't want Dean walking in. There were some things that were personal between angels; the last thing he needed was for Dean to say something flippant and ignorant about angels all being dicks.
He wasn't wrong, but it was a bad time.
He threw on his coat and hesitated before leaving Dean's room. (His room. He always called it Dean's, but it belonged to both of them.) He considered leaving a note, a message for Dean informing him that if he didn't come back, it was probably because he was dead. He even fumbled in his pockets for a scrap of paper, but decided against it.
Gabriel wasn't actually going to kill him. At least, Castiel had to keep telling himself as much. It was a worthy and expected punishment for the things he'd done, and both he and Gabriel had killed for significantly less. The bond of "brotherhood" wasn't about to save him — all angels were brothers by default, and Castiel was such an insignificant little creature compared to an archangel like Gabriel that it could hardly be said that they were family. Gabriel had hardly known him, Gabriel still hardly knew him. All it would take was a snap of his fingers and he'd be obliterated.
But lying to him wasn't going to get anywhere, and he'd rather Gabriel hear the truth about Heaven from someone who'd actually been there, as opposed to the Winchesters' clumsy and insensitive version of events. They had no idea what had gone on in Heaven, had no sense of the scope of it, of the scale of the chaos. The last thing Castiel needed was Dean jokingly referencing the civil war or deals with Crowley or anything else.
Castiel simply had to trust that he wasn't going to meet his third death by archangel.
His sense of other angels wasn't the same as it was. He used to be able to hear them, feel them, like he was one strand in a massive web and they were all interconnected multidimensional parts of it. Cut off from Heaven, isolated from any other angels, and filled with Adina's ill-fitting grace, Castiel hadn't felt the pull of another angel in months, not since Hannah had been here. It might have been far fainter than anything he might have felt before, but in the absence of any other energy Gabriel's very existence was suddenly a screaming beacon in Castiel's consciousness.
Finding him wasn't hard. Knocking on his door, however, was.