InsaneJournal

Who: Gabriel, Sam and Claire.
What: Discussing an epic plan of epicness.
Where: The secret apartment of secretness.
When: Nowish.
Rating/Status: TBD / In progress.

"So that's the plan."

Gabriel was fully expecting to hear crickets chirping or something. After all, this was Sam and Claire he was talking to. They weren't exactly geniuses. Well, Sam was, but he was also the dumbest genius ever. Gabriel was considering making him a tiny trophy to that effect. Maybe one that glowed in the dark and played music. Probably 'It's Raining Men' or something. He could do that. He was just that good. Of course Kali would probably start harping about mancrushes and awkwardness and jealousy and 'stop stalking that younger idiot' and honestly, she was less hot when she was bitching at him. Which wasn't to say she wasn't still really hot, because she really, really was, but he kind of wanted a mute button for her sometimes. Except then the sex would be creepy and quiet and that would suck. No mute button then. But that was all beside the point. Or several miles from it. They were talking about the plan. He really wanted a snack and now there was a squirrel running around on the fire escape and...plan. Right.

A bag of M&M's appeared in his hand and he munched on them as he waited for their opinions. He had been kind of amused when he'd arrived to talk to them, Loki waylaying Cas and Mikey talking to Dean. Yeah, he and his brothers were pretty smooth when they worked together. He'd been all prepared to tell Sam and Claire the plan when they had gotten up in his face, wanting to know if there was a plan and telling him not to keep them in the dark, and generally acting like angry puppies. It was almost adorable. Part of him wanted to not tell them, just to watch them get indignant, but the fact was the plan wouldn't work if they didn't know. It would just lead to confusion and vaguely incestuous moments and death. Actually, that would all probably happen either way, but at least this way they would know why. So he'd told them, amusing himself with their utter surprise at actually being told something they wanted to know. That was better than being contrary.

"Your thoughts?" he said after a moment, impatient. "Well? We don't have all day. My brothers can only distract Cassie and Deano so long. And they can't know about this or they will fuck it up. That's sort of what they do." He looked at Claire. "Well, Skipper? It utilizes your one marketable skill. What do you think? Also, Crowley came up with it. Which means two things: One, it will work...or fail spectacularly. Two, that little pipsqueak antichrist owes me ten bucks." He looked at Sam next. "Well? You wanted a plan. You have a plan. A plan that doesn't end in you dead, bodyjacked by Lucy or watching everyone you love die horribly. What more could you want?"

Another moment. "What are you waiting for?" he asked. "An engraved invitation? Tell me it's awesome." Then he paused. "Oh right!" He waved his hand and made it so they could talk again. He forgot he'd shut them up so they couldn't interrupt and make him lose his train of thought. "Okay. Now talk."