Gabriel wants to know if you're gonna eat that (just_desserts) wrote in salemscenes, @ 2017-02-18 23:33:00 |
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Entry tags: | cady hanson (slashyourtires), gabriel (just-desserts) |
WHO: Cady and Gabriel
WHAT: A Hell of a meeting
WHERE: The Book Store
WHEN: Bendy - Saturday night
WARNINGS: Nope?
Things in books were coming alive. Fantastical things. Bizarre creatures. Death machines. Killer sharks (maybe? If there hadn't been, maybe there should have. Really, some people were slacking in their reading). So really, the odds were that most people who knew better were probably liable to be staying out of libraries and bookstores at the moment.
Gabriel knew better. Of course he did. He was literally older than dirt and so liked to think that he had at least some small amount of common sense. Mind, having common sense wasn't the same as taking heed and using it. So here he was, free on a Saturday night and using it to peruse the new releases in the fiction section of the book store. Because why not? No matter what managed to make its' way out of the pages, Gabriel would (or, at least, could) have a swift handle on it. And in the mean time, maybe he'd get a laugh.
Really, he thought, as he flipped through the pages of an (uninspired looking) novel with a red tinted cityscape on the cover, it was a hell of a city they were all living in that shit like this could happen and it was somehow so bizarrely commonplace that no one even came knocking at his door demanding to know what he was up to. There'd been a time (probably a Tuesday) when the Winchesters would have had a nicely sharpened stick covered in blood with his name on it when stuff like this was going on.
That'd been a long time ago though, he supposed. Going on what? Ten years? And in the real world, he'd been stabby-stabbed to death some six years prior. That'd been a bummer. Such a bummer, in fact, that there was no point in missing the good old days, no matter how many pigs and pokes had been involved. This was much better.
"Next," he said, with rejuvenated spirits even as he tossed his current book back onto the pile it had come from and reached for a new one.