Gabriel wants to know if you're gonna eat that (just_desserts) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-10-11 23:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, gabriel, samandriel |
Who: Gabriel & Samandriel
What: Samandriel has pretty high suspicions confirmed. Gabriel is confused.
When: Thursday 10/10
Where: Gabe’s kitchen
Rating: Low
Status: Complete
Honestly, it was just a hunch. A hunch based on an unprompted posting involving bad jokes and platypi followed by a name. A name and a google search of the candy store (with the most appropriate name ever now,) and Samandriel couldn’t help but look. The store was closed, of course, and Samandriel realized that rather quickly when he showed up there only to see everything dark. Sighing, he grabbed his phone and looked the owner up in the digital phonebook. Phonebooks were highly underrated these days.
With a thought, he was there, staring at what was very definitely his brother. “Gabriel,” he said softly. He wasn’t sure where else to go with that. Just.. Gabriel. He hadn’t even got to say hello again before his brother was actually dead in the dreams and now...now there he was.
"Oookhayyy kiddo!" Gabriel, barefoot in his kitchen with a spoon of something that looked amazingly chocolate raised half to his mouth gave a very, very long pause at there being a magically appearing kid. In his kitchen. Had he mentioned that?
Honestly, he was taking it rather well, considering all that magical appearing. He blinked. Rose his eyebrows.
Samandriel wasn’t really thinking, but he did curb the instinct to strike his elder brother across the face. You never struck archangels after all. It ended well for no one. “We thought you were dead,” he said, and the poor boy’s voice sounded absolutely wrecked.
"We what huh?" Gabe set his spoon back down in his bowl, and settled his hands on the countertop, leaning closer as if trying to see straight into the soul of this kid. Or, you know, just figure him out. "Me? Dead? No…? Uhm. I do have to close shop and sleep sometimes? How'd you get in? If you let my dogs out, I'm gonna have to frown a lot. I hope you realize that."
Samandriel looked down at his feet for a moment, realizing that his shirt was partly unbuttoned and his tie hanging loose on his chest, cuffs undone as well. Lucifer would have to forgive him. Gabriel would be able to see, there was no doubt in Samandriel’s mind about that. He stretched his wings out to each side in the visible plane. “You only have the one dog. You just want to ask who let the dogs out.”
Yeah, that was true. There really was only the one dog, and he really had wanted to say that line and this kid was ruining Gabriel's jokes. Jokes he needed to be making because magical appearances in kitchens needed to be taken lightly. Or else shit could go real weird real fast and no one wanted that. There were double boilers in here!
"You're really ruining my jok--ohhkay." Yeah. That joke was gone now because -- fuck. What the fucking fuck was even going on? "That is possibly the most wicked of things. Are those real? Is this some sort of City of Angels joke? Because that movie sucked, I really gotta say."
“Only in the literal sense,” Samandriel said, wings shifting uncomfortably behind him. “Sorry.” Apologising made sense, but it was also compulsive at this point. “I...this doesn’t make any sense to you at all right now, but one day it might and maybe then you’ll forgive me for just having to see you.”
It was hard to tear his eyes away from those wings, but Gabriel did it anyway, turning away completely in order to fumble through a few round tins on the countertop. He opened one up, and it was filled with little chocolate squares, clearly homemade, and pushed it toward the winged boy. "Right…. Here. What's your name, kiddo?" No one could say Gabe didn't take things in stride, that was for sure.
“Samandriel,” he said, taking a little square and eating it. It was very good and the wizard books were right. Chocolate always did help.
"Oh, wait. You said that. On the internet. You're the mouthful kid." Gabe took a chocolate too, because wizards should always be trusted, really. "With wings. Who I have to learn to forgive for surprise visits?" He really was taking this well. He felt calm. Confused, but calm. "I think I need more than that."
“I don’t know that you’re ready for more than that,” Samandriel said. “And even if you are, it’s not my place to tell you.” Not that Gabriel knew he could just order Samandriel to tell him and still human or not, he would obey orders from this archangel. “I’m sorry. I should go.”
Yeah, not knowing that didn't actually help much. At all. Gabriel rose an eyebrow, opened his mouth, and then closed it again before offering up the entire tin. "Right," he said finally, slowly, like he was drawing the word out in order to give his brain a little time to process. "Take the candy with you. And it's not that I don't love a visit, but call next time. That could've been a real turn off in a different situation, chief."
Samandriel looked at the chocolate. “I can’t accept this,” he said politely. “Delicious as it is, angels don’t really eat. It’d take me forever to get through them and I’d hate for them to go bad before I even made a small dent.” He studied his elder brother for a long moment. “What would you like to know?”
"You're gonna have to. I already gave 'em to you." The sandy haired man took absolutely no sass when it came to people not wanting his chocolates. They were good chocolates. Don't gift horses or something.
"Well, you came in here looking like I was a ghost. Who'd you think I was?"
“My brother.” Samandriel took the chocolates and hid his wings again. Perhaps Castiel would like them, and if he didn’t, Dean would certainly eat them.
Staring at the spot where those wing had been but no longer were, Gabe raised his eyebrows up high and then lowered them down into confusion not a second later. "I've got brothers," he said, trying to sound cool about it, but not quite managing. "But you're not one of 'em, kiddo."
Samandriel laughed softly to himself. “Of course everyone else has brothers.” Lucifer had Michael, which only made sense. Castiel had elder brothers as well and...well, he supposed that likely Balthazar had siblings as well. He’d never asked about Cas’ brothers, and speaking to Balthazar seemed like a rather poor life choice unless he was trying to get under Lucifer’s skin. It could be interesting, but he’d rather not. Samandriel was Behaving.
Still, those words cut deeper than Samandriel had expected, like some part of him knew he was not Gabriel’s brother because Gabriel had turned his back and walked out on their family. He hadn’t even said goodbye. “Will you tell me about them?” he asked, looking up at the brother who knew him not at all and genuinely caring.
What a sad look this kid had on. It left Gabe nearly wishing this kid was his younger brother just so that he might have a good reason to rub his knuckles through hair and make him pout in only a way that was good humored and petulant.
"Uh. Sure?" He glanced back at his bowl of chocolate mixture, but decided to leave it alone for the time being. "Two older ones, kinda serious dudes, you know? A little domineering? Not bad guys just not much fun. One's a doctor, one's a lawyer." Important. He didn't sound like he didn't like them though. Of course not, he loved his family even if they were a little boring.
"And a little brother." He smiled at that, obviously fond. "He's a little weird, but means well. Big family, right? I take it you haven't got any, huh?"
“Not really,” Samandriel said. “I mean there’s Castiel, but sometimes I forget that he and I aren’t actually related. And Dean by extension too, of course, but Dean’s more of a ‘nobody gets to make fun of my little brother but me,’ kind of guy and less any kind of filial affection.” Or really any affection for anyone but Cas and sometimes Lucifer. Samandriel would wear him down one day. It was only a matter of time.
Gabe blinked at that, opened his mouth and then closed it again. It was sort of a thing he did often, like maybe he'd just learned it from a cartoon and then kept on keepin' on.
"Hold the phone," he said, putting his hands up to form a T. Time out, motherfuckers. "Cas? Castiel? And Dean?" He paused, sucking in a dramatic breath. "Like, my little brother and his grump ass husband?" Obviously though -- it wasn't as if there were a ton of folks out there with a name like that.
“Winchester, yes.” Shifting, Samandriel straightened into his best Castiel impression. Stone-faced and rough-voiced he said simply “Dean,” while he maintained way too much eye contact with Gabriel.
Gabe let out a loud, sudden bark of laughter and clapped his hand over his mouth in a way that did not at all stop the giggles. "Oh, man. One and the same for sure. You do that ridiculously well. What the hell. Crazy small world. You both know my little bro and managed to get him to speak. You must be super powered."
“Castiel and I have had very many interesting conversations,” Samandriel said, looking down at the tin of chocolates in his hands. “And I am an angel so…” Lifting his head, he considered Gabriel. “He hasn’t told you anything about this?” Not about Samandriel himself, but about the angels. About Dean at the very least, though really anything Castiel had to say about Dean would probably make sense even without the context of their dreams.
"This?" Gabe repeated in question. "You mean, about having an adopted little brother who also happens to be an angel?" He seemed bemused, if not a little edgy over it. Because Castiel had not, in fact, brought up winged-buddies, adopted family or otherwise. "No. But I guess we haven't spoken in a while."
Which was about to change, honestly. Because what the hell, little bro? First thing Saturday morning he was definitely barging into his brother's house and demanding answers.
Samandriel tilted his head curiously at Gabriel. “Not adopted,” he corrected softly. “Castiel is my brother as much as he is yours, just...in a different way.” Biting his lip, he considered praying, but Castiel couldn’t get angel radio yet he didn’t think. “And I wouldn’t recommend barging into his house on a Saturday morning. Dean tends to not be wearing pants until afternoon and...well, you know newlyweds.” Samandriel cleared his throat and it was pretty clear that Dean without pants was something he’d unexpectedly flown in on once. “Not that Dean’s not a very attractive man just...he’s very Dean about some things.” It was the only way Samandriel knew how to describe it.
Had he said that last part out loud? "I've seen naked dudes before," he said dismissively, because… whatever. He had a key to Cas' house and he knew how to use it. He could putter around the kitchen just to avoid naked times and Winchester grumpiness. No one said no to Gabe's cooking and he didn't need a kid telling him when to and not to visit his own brother.
Speaking of.
"What do you mean, then? Do you have some kinda 'we're all children of god' schtick going on? Because Cas mighta kept up with that whole thing, but I gotta tell you, angel or not, it's not really my bag."
Look, just because a winged angel showed up in his kitchen and said weird shit did not mean that he had to believe every part of it.
“I was raised in a very religion free environment, I assure you,” Samandriel said calmly. He thought about it for a moment, a long, serious moment and then said, “the next time you see your brother perhaps you should ask him to show you his wings.”
Pretty sure he saw where this was going, Gabe couldn't decided if he wanted to stay as far away from it as possible, or just move in closer and poke it with a stick. He did neither, instead squinting a little and offering an exaggerated frown. "Sure, okay, I'll just--" The kitchen timer went off, and Gabriel stuck up a finger, as if to say 'hold that thought' while he went and got some hot pads out of the cabinet. They were pink and heart shaped.
"I'll do that. You wanna cinnamon roll, Sammy?" He pulled a circle baking pan from the oven as he spoke.
But hold that thought was as far as Gabriel got before the discomfort became too much for Samandriel. It was distressingly typical of angels of heaven, he was realizing to disappear and arrive without warning on either end. He very much wanted to be home with Lucifer all cuddled close and comfortable while his boyfriend read in bed. With his glasses. Samandriel loved those glasses more than was healthy.
"Sam? --oh. Well, what a little shit." Gabe frowned at the empty spot in his kitchen where there had been a kid only a moment before. That wasn't the cutest trick. Gabe might have been more annoyed, except he was wholly aware that he often came and left other peoples' homes without much invitation either. Except when he did it, it was cute. Obviously.
Yeah. Him an' Cas were gonna have a conversation for sure this weekend. Either way. He had ducks to go feed, and a girl who spoke in capslocks to meet now.