Casa Erotica

Some know me as Gabriel. Others, Loki. I prefer the Trickster. And yes, I'm back in Witness Protection. {Independent RP blog for the Archangel Gabriel from Supernatural. Panfandom, multishipper. Running with a headcanon that he was resurrected after his untimely death at Lucifer's hand.}

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I'd like to remind all the Winchester boys out there that Tuesday's only a few days away. I like to celebrate Tuesdays, when I remember to, thanks to you boys.

We've had some real laughs--Well, I have. Maybe not you boys.

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Dear Diary,

Today, I visited Tijuana. I conjured myself an elephant and my own harem, and I played some games with some humans. It was fun.

I missed this. I also missed tequila. Humans have it good.

Tomorrow, I think I'm going to go become the owner of a strip joint in Vegas. See if I can stir up my own brand of trouble there.

Diary, you are my best friend.

Love, Gabriel.

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Castiel’s brows lifted upon the physical contact—the most he expected was a rough shove, because he felt he was at fault in many ways for his elder brothers death; the humans were his humans, and he was responsible for their actions. His brows draw together in confusion. He was not used to this—he was too old to properly remember the means of physical contact beyond fighting. Gabriel’s cheeriness was refreshing, however. With a scar-laden ribcage, the contact of another angel near these scars burned against his Grace. “I am overjoyed.” He mumbles, monotone  though the shift and brighten in his Grace proves he was not lying. “Do you remember anything of how you may have returned, brother?” 

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It's obvious that Castiel is caught off guard by...everything. The guy had always been kind of uptight in comparison to him, but this was different. He sensed a guilt to the younger Angel, and without probing he knew what it was about.  It was unfortunate that their reunion had to have such ominous overtones to it. "Party animal as usual, bro. I don't remember anything! Would you believe it? Like I came off of some sort of unearthly bender. What've you been up to? Gotta admit, I'm kinda behind on the times here."

Unearthly bender. He chuckled at that. Another good one to remember.

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He's still getting his sea legs back, this is a fact. It's also a fact that sometimes, Gabriel doesn't quite know when or where he is. It happens, really. You're dead for a while, you come back, and all of a sudden you're not quite sure of what to do with your body. He does recognize the face before him, however, and he puts on the grin he's known for, clapping his hands together in delight. "Hey there, Castiel! It's been a while, hasn't it?" He pauses, though, actually looking at the other Angel. "You look different. Did I miss something?"

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Nervously shuffling, Castiel swallows, straightens his posture, and dusts off his sleeves. “Hello, Gabriel,” He mumbles, eyes shifting. “I.. thought you were gone?” His chest twists—Gabriel was one of the few he had missed. 

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Flashing his trademark grin, Gabe throws an arm over Castiel's shoulder, shaking him lightly. Personal space? There's no such thing when it comes to family. Not this family, at least. "Heh! I was. Thought it was for good, too, should've seen what I left for the Winchesters...Maybe you did." He laughs, or maybe it's more of a giggle. "Guess Dad has plans for me! What can I say, he works in mysterious ways."

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"Hey there, bro! Long time no see. How's it going?"

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Another visitor.

Desmond began thinking maybe there was a higher power than he thought- more than the power Juno possessed. Maybe this higher power had a horrible sense of humor and liked the idea of adding onto the assassin’s troubles by throwing unknown individuals at him to watch him squirm with worry.

The idea alone left a distinct twist in the pit of his stomach. The more people started showing up, the more he was entertaining the idea of this theory. Maybe there was a reason Ezio didn’t believe in a god; nor Altair. He frowned at his own musings- that wasn’t it. It was the teachings of his order. The teachings that no one but oneself could shift your own actions, even if there may be a set path by fate.

The only thing that could have made matters worse was the distinct feeling of Ezio’s personality pressing at the farthest corners of his mind. Or maybe Altair- he was never sure which one it was attempting to take over until it happened.

How the fuck are all you people coming here, is what he’d wanted to say. “The name’s Nathan. Can I help you with anything?

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For once, Gabriel isn't intending to cause his own little bubble of chaos. Trickster rehab, he called it, more as a joke than anything. He still played his pranks here and there.

It was just a matter of laying low for a little. Just in case. Didn't want to upset the family, not after Dad had brought him back.

No, thinking about that still kinda stung.

"Hey there, Desmond!" Goofy grin in place, he practically jumped into one of the bar stools, offering a wave to the Assassin. "Oh, don't look like that! You can't hide you are from me, I can't even hide from me!"

That was good. Yeah, he liked that one. Wow, was he rusty.

"Name's Gabe. I'll take three of your strongest drinks. Ooh, and some fruit punch."

Wait, bars didn't keep fruit punch, did they? No worries. With a snap of his fingers, a glass appeared in front of him, complete with swirly straw.

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ooc; Headcanon.

Gabriel legitimately has a fondness for Kielbasa.

Kielbasa is to him, as Burgers are to Dean.

He just can't get enough.

And, no, the jokes about it don't go over his head. He just ignores them. Usually.

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Name three candies that you can’t live without, then.

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Pfff, you expect me to pick three? I couldn't even decide between my own two brothers!

Ooh, that hurt a little. Too soon.

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You only like us for our bad puns and Hungarian sausages. I don’t know whether to take that as an insult or not.

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That's not true! You've got great candy. I don't know what I did without it before coming down here.

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Enoch-noch joke.

I'll have to remember that. See, this is why I like you guys.

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sneezing when you have a nosebleed

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I thought the face you made was hilarious, to be honest.

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Converting this blog from...Mister Squeaks to Gabriel from SPN

xoxoxo