InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I poked myself in the eye.. Ow"

ain't i a stinker? (i_trickedyou) wrote in we_coexist,
@ 2011-01-24 18:50:00

Entry tags:

dean winchester, gabriel

Reunions [Dean]
It was a tiny little world. The forest surrounding The City reminded Trickster of the edge of a playable video game setting-- meant to look like there was more world to explore while being little more than a painted wall meant to keep the action in. Interesting choice, but more than a little obvious. The angel was eager to speak to the deity responsible-- if only for a well deserved ribbing.

He flew invisibly over streets, peeked into homes, flipped through television channels at the electronics store while the employees scrambled to figure out what was wrong with the showroom displays. The entire act was like flipping through yellow pages trying to find something to do. But The Trickster wasn't finding much action.

Oh sure, there were aliens and super heroes and doctors and dead people. It was an eclectic mix he could appreciate for sure. He already had plans for some of them but wasn't feeling up to the task of teaching any lessons just yet until he got a better feel for the place. So he continued to breeze past motels and skyscrapers. It felt so good to stretch out again.

Until he started to feel tired.

And that was new. Troubling, even.

Before Trickster could wonder about that he came across a bow-legged, boot wearing face. Trickster landed and to the outsider he "appeared" suddenly, silently behind the human hunter.

"Man, they just let any riff raff in, don't they? Here I was hoping for a vacation."

(Post a new comment)

i_soldieron
2011-01-25 02:27 am UTC (link)

Sitting in a no name bar, Dean had been enjoying a drink, a much needed drink. Lately, he'd felt the need to drink a good bit, but he could quit anytime. Maybe once he found Sam, found his baby, found someone or something that made sense of this godforsaken place. Too bad he hadn't put a few things together and realized where he'd been was just as godforsaken as this place seemed to be.

He felt the change before the angel said anything. There was that "guess who" feeling that usually told Dean something not so pleasant was about to happen, even if it was Cas bring some bad news, which seemed to happen a lot more than either would like. The voice, though, cinched it.

Dean sat up a little straighter and turned to look over his shoulder. The slight tightening of his jaw suggested that he was certainly conflicted, but his voice and the rest of his demeanor suggested otherwise.

"Shoulda known you'd be here. Thought you kicked it last year with big brother." The laugh was a little derisive. "Shoulda known you wouldn't go down for the greater good. So, you wanna tell me what the hell's goin' on here? Where's everybody?" The oldest Winchester boy knew he was playing with a whole lot of crazy, but he was working out exactly how he should feel to see the son of a bitch. He didn't give the guy a warm handshake or hug, but he was good enough to order the angel a drink with a flick or two of his fingers at the gruff looking bartender behind the bar.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

i_trickedyou
2011-01-25 02:41 am UTC (link)

"Oh I went down, I just wasn't out. I know you're incapable of gratitude and all but you two were the ones who broke the damn world. Excuse me for giving you the chance to fix it."

Trickster sat down next to Dean at the bar. Taking his drink he paused to raise his glass before taking it all down in a gulp. "At least you shell out for the good stuff," Gabe acknowledged approvingly.

"As for telling you about the place, I think I'm done helping. Every single time I try to help you or your brother out, do you listen? No. Do you fumble around epically until you break something? When you're not angsting or bitching endlessly about one another. And you know what, Dean? I like it here. Just roll with it for once-- not that I think you will."

He sighed.

"Your brother's not here, by the way. Neither is the car. Get over it."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-01-25 02:56 am UTC (link)

Dean lifted his glass in a return salute before he realized what he was doing. With a small shrug, he downed the rest of what he had in his glass and motioned for the bartender to pour a little more. The lecture was probably earned, and then the news. His jaw worked a little as he thought this through.

"Get over it? Really? You and your 'family'," the quotes around the word were heard rather than done with any gestures, "screwed us, and you got the nerve to say 'get over it'? Man, you got some balls..." Dean winced a little, with a hint of a smile. "And I didn't need to see them. You know, I got a beef with you. Not just for the shit you put us through, but now I can't enjoy a little alone time with Casa Erotica anymore without thinking of you. Man, that was cruel and unusual."

He tipped back another sip before focusing on the angel that had taken a very strange interest in Sam and him. "You're wrong. I'll find them. Sam and my car. I'll get Sam's soul back, too." Well, if the Trickster wasn't dead, then he probably knew about Sam's situation, right?

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_trickedyou
2011-01-25 03:18 am UTC (link)

"My family screwed you? I wasn't the one who decided to go all Helter Skelter in Hell or free Lucy from his box. You wanna have this conversation? Because it's boring. Get over it, Dean. And get over being here. Someone put you here and for once, that person wasn't me."

Gabe motioned for another drink.

"Dean. I've been all over this City. They aren't here. Now what's wrong with Sam's soul? ...Wait. On second thought, I don't want to know. You two are worse than a daytime soap opera."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-01-25 03:31 am UTC (link)

"You know, I'm not gonna be lectured about somethin' you knew was comin' and never stopped. You coulda stepped in, did your finger snappin' bit of happy, or some shit like that. You saw what was comin', and not once did you bother steppin' in until the shit had hit the fan. Plus, you owe me for killin' me over, and over, and over. You're part of the reason Death and his backup band the Reapers wanna take me in." Dean wasn't glaring, but there was something just so wrong about letting this guy have the last word. It felt like he was talking to someone who was more than a friend, or maybe it was just that the Trickster, Gabriel, Loki, what the fuck ever, probably knew more about all this than anyone else. That damn special bond...Angels were real dicks, and here he was missing Castiel and having a drink with an archdick.

"The apocalypse didn't happen. Sam said 'yes,' but we, he stopped it from happening." Dean took another sip. "That asshat Crowley brought Sam's body back, but forgot to bring the soul along." Dean knew all about visiting Hell, and he couldn't and didn't want to imagine what Sam's soul was going through. "The asshat's here by the way. Least I think it's him. Course, I don't remember him havin' that tongue and those eyes."

He lifted the glass to look at the contents but lowered it before taking yet another sip. "Who did this?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	i_trickedyou 2011-01-25 03:52 am UTC (link)
	"Don't know, don't care!" Gabe smiled broadly. "See? This is me not caring. You should give it a try sometime." The second drink was put in front of Trickster and he gulped it down greedily. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-01-25 04:06 am UTC (link)

Dean looked at Gabe, really looked at him. He'd probably never see the angel, but he'd swear there were moments he could see the real guy, the one that liked humans and all that. Dean's brow lifted a little, his lips caught between a purse and a smirk.

"Really, you're just drinkin' for the helluv it?" Dean shifted a little to face the angel. "Maybe you went native, been round us puny - what was it Uriel called us? - mudmonkeys? too long. See, not caring doesn't work cause if it did, you wouldn't have died for me and Sam." He paused. "Or pretended to die anyway."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_trickedyou
2011-01-25 04:54 am UTC (link)

"Oh I died, technically. But that's neither here nor there. I'm not about to turn this world upside down for your sake. I didn't die for you and your knucklehead brother. This may surprise you, but I fought for all the people you failed when you when you couldn't hack it in Hell. I'm not your cosmic janitor, Dean."

Trickster narrowed his eyes at the hunter.

"Let me make this clear. I like it here. Whoever is responsible, I like their style. Not only that, but I think that bringing your whiney ass is not only deserved but hilarious as well!"

Gabe stood up.

"Don't think for a second I'm going to let you destroy this world. There are innocent human beings that live here, too. You don't want to screw them over? Then get over being here because it might be awhile."

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-01-25 05:34 am UTC (link)

For some reason, Gabe's making it clear actually made Dean smile. Oh, it wasn't the words, but that feeling he'd gotten when Gabe went back in to face Lucifer. The words were only half true; Dean knew he'd fucked up in Hell, and he'd pay everyday of his life for it. But, he liked to think that the angel was protesting a little too much.

"Yeah, you would think this bit of tomfuckery is hilarious." Dean watched the angel for a moment, his drink forgotten. "And, no one's askin' you to fix anything. I'll find my way out of this." He stood, towering over the much more powerful little fellow. He dug into his pocket and pulled out a few bills; Dean would have to admit he did like that part of whatever this was.

"I never asked for what happened. And you of all people should know I never wanted the world to go to shit because of me, so why don't you find another tune to sing? Cause I've been fighting that destiny crap as hard as I could, and I was trying to fix things, before your new bestie yanked me to this no place. I was trying to get back to my gal and her kid. All I wanna do is get back to doing that. Help Sam, and try to work it out with Lisa." For a brief moment, he actually looked sad, not angry but sad.

Dean shook his head, downed the rest of his drink, and started to turn away. He knew this it was going to hurt, but..."What the fuck." He turned back, swinging. Right to the jaw. Now, if the Trickster were human, Dean probably would have knocked him flat; instead, Dean ended up with sore knuckles and then some, but it felt good to hit the smug son of a bitch...sort of. He clenched his teeth to keep from crying out, but the pain was very much there in his eyes. He shoved his hand in his coat pocket, opening and closing it as much as the pocket would allow. He looked at Gabe and shrugged.

"A guy's gotta try, right?" Now he prepared himself for whatever the Trickster felt he deserved.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_trickedyou
2011-01-25 05:43 am UTC (link)

Trickster gave Dean a look, but other than mild irritation he didn't feel the need to get back for punching him. He even rubbed his jaw to give the impression that it might have hurt. Just because he was such a nice guy.

"That's the problem with you Winchesters. You try, alright. It's just usually at the expense of everyone else. You're never going to learn, are you?"

He frowned.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-01-25 05:48 am UTC (link)

Dean knew eventually the Trickster would do something. Maybe not now, but eventually. Gabe liked doing that.

"Only person who got hurt here is me." Dean stepped closer. "For someone who wanted us to play our roles, to play along, let it all finish, you sure gave it a try. So, now you want me to not try? Just roll with it? There are demons here; you know they can't be trusted. You don't expect me to sit back with that out there, do you? You're telling me you're just going to sit back and not teach people lessons in your oh so special way?"

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_trickedyou
2011-01-25 07:52 am UTC (link)

"Does stupid come naturally to you, Dean? Or are you just trying extra hard? You wanna kill demons or vampires or whatever, fine. You want to rip the world apart to get out of here? Not fine. You. Are. Stuck. Here."

Trickster sighed.

"Alright. I'm going to have a conversation with a brick wall now. At least I have a better chance of getting somewhere. See you around, Dean."

The Trickster snapped his fingers and winked out of sight. He didn't really need to snap his fingers but he was always little more showy than the likes of Castiel and his ilk.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

i_soldieron
2011-01-26 01:19 am UTC (link)

"Figures." Dean rolled his eyes as the angel snapped his way out. The guy actually thought that was the solution to everything, but Dean smiled, knowing there were some places Gabriel couldn't or wouldn't just snap his way out of. Or he thought he had.

"Hey, Johnnie Walker Blue?" The stuff was expensive, but apparently he had money to burn. He was going to burn it a little. He was also going to find his car and his brother; Trickster, Gabriel, Loki, whatever be damned. He sighed as the bottle was set on the bartop. "You know, what. Never mind."

He needed a shower and to do research. He wasn't a fan of it, save for that one time which he did sort of owe to the prick who'd just left; only it was probably the only way he'd find out what he needed to know. Plus, fat, drunk, and stupid was no way to go through life. Dean had to work on at least two of those. He gave the bartender a few more dollars before heading out to find what he might need.

(Reply to this) (Parent)