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I'm sorry but Rich in this lighting makes me uncomfortable...
Why? Oh, well, for the obvious reasons... (Why the fuck else?!)
Sabriel Advent Day 14: Angels
(A continuation from the last two days. Gabriel is still graceless and Sam is still his loving boyfriend)
“This sucks.”
Sam smiled at Gabriel’s muffled voice as he raised his eyes from his book. He expected Gabriel to keep going, to whine a bit and then roll over and try to convince Sam to have a little fun with him, but Gabriel was unmoving, face pressed deep into his pillow. The life, the joy, that Gabriel always bubbled over with seemed to be slowly leaving the archangel, and the longer that he went without having his grace restored, the more Gabriel deflated.
His smile morphed into a sad frown, and Sam placed his book on his bedside table. “I know it seems bad, Gabriel,” Sam said, reaching over and placing a comforting hand on Gabriel’s arm, “but I know we can figure it out soon. Cas has been helping when he can. I'm sure he'll think of something."
Gabriel whipped his head up from the pillow, and Sam startled at the look of pure fury he saw in his lover’s eyes.
“Oh, will he?” Gabriel spat, anger taking over as he climbed off the bed. “We’ve already tried that. Many, many times, in fact. And in case you haven't noticed, Sam, I’m still a useless mess.”
“Gabriel…”
“No, Sam,” Gabriel cut him off, a hand running through his hair in frustration, “I know what I am right now. So don't try to butter me up with your sweet nothings.” He stormed towards the bedroom door. “I won't let Cas waste one more ounce of his grace on me.”
Gabriel ripped the door open, almost running into Castiel on the other side, his fist raised to knock on Sam’s door.
“Gabriel,” the angel spoke, already recovered from his jolt of surprise, “I think I have found a way for you to recover your grace.”
His eyebrows set in a deep frown, and with a resentful and bitter, “No,” Gabriel pushed past his brother, headed for anywhere else in the bunker. He could hear Sam calling his name, but Gabriel ignored him. He turned into the kitchen, gasping as he nearly ran into Castiel.
“Leave me alone,” Gabriel muttered, heading for the fridge. He opened it, ignoring his brother for idly pushing tubs of leftover food around.
“Please. Brother,” Cas pleaded. “Hear me out.”
“No.” Gabriel slammed the fridge. “Don't give me any more of yourself.”
“Of course I won't.”
“G-Good,” Gabriel stuttered, a little taken aback at Castiel’s answer. He thought for sure his brother would fight a little harder to keep trying to heal him. “I don't want it.”
Castiel continued on. “I have been talking with the angels in Heaven, and we feel that a trip home would set your grace right.”
“You wanna send me to Naomi to heal my grace?!” Gabriel snarled. “You do know she’s the one that has a tendency to take our memories and, oh, you know, brainwashed you?!”
“Yes, I am aware of the somewhat shameful acts that Heaven has done.” At least Castiel had the good sense to look sheepish about his suggestion.
“Shameful isn't the word I’d use, brother.”
“But I’m not referring to Naomi.”
Gabriel continued to glare at Castiel, even as Sam came barreling into the kitchen.
“Gabriel,” he breathed, cautiously breaking the weighted silence between the angels, “can Cas help you?”
The veins in Gabriel’s neck pulsed as he clenched his jaw. “I don't want their help.”
Castiel sighed. “All I want is to help you. All Heaven wants is for you to be whole again”
Sam watched the dread and rage wash over his lover. He slipped a hand over Gabriel’s shoulder, the muscles quivering in anger. “Gabe,” he whispered, “I could go with you.”
“What!?” Gabriel turned in shock. “Absolutely not, Sam.”
Sam’s features softened, the hunter pulling out his most devastating puppy eyes, the ones he knew Gabriel couldn't resist.
Gabriel swallowed, his resolve crumbling ever so slightly before he pulled himself back together.
“No. No way am I letting you anywhere near those feathered dicks. One whiff of your soul and they’ll be chomping at the bit to get you in their clutches.”
“But… if it’ll help…?”
A fresh wave of ire rolled through him, and Gabriel was shouting again. “What good does it do for me if it hurts you in the process?! No! I’m not going. Cas isn't going.” He pointed a finger in Sam’s chest. “You're not going! I’d rather stay this way for the rest of my miserable life and die than go back to those assholes!”
Gabriel fled from the kitchen, angry footsteps echoing through the bunker until Sam and Castiel heard the heavy slam of the bunker’s front entrance.
There was a silence between them, broken after a few moments by Sam’s heavy sigh. He turned sad eyes to Castiel. “Miserable?”
“He’s just angry,” Castiel comforted his friend. “He has always been very passionate. Would you like me to go after him?”
“No, Cas. Let’s give him a minute and then I’ll go talk to him.”
With a knowing nod and a soft smile, Castiel left, his small pile of books about angel grace waiting for him in the library. Sam was a few steps behind him. He took his time getting his boots and jacket on, then slowly made his way up the staircase to the main entrance.
He stepped through the heavy door into the cold Kansas winter, and followed the well worn paths looking for his pissed off boyfriend.
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Doing this thing (even tho its over)
@holydean @6-wings
(this’ll keep going for the next chapter)
Just wondering if when the books are done I will be able to play all the way through with a Gabriel that is angry about having to be in the human world and hates that she has to babysit Daniel. I have one in mind that hates everyone except her nest mates and just wants to punch everyone else.
Answered a similar ask over here!
To restate, probably not. You can view Daniel as a responsibility you don’t want and never asked for through the end, but hating everyone is a bit much for the story to function. While I try to avoid railroading as much as possible, wanting to punch everyone all the time for thirteen years is a bit much. There’s also the bit, which your Gabriel can certainly reject, that this is your job and angels are supposed to do their jobs, if not happily, at least without causing trouble.
You certainly do not have to like the people you work with, but having a faction and goals may require the formation of alliances and at least a pretense of civility.
That being said, until the first book is out I won’t rule out the possibility of something like this, as I am trying to accommodate different playstyles--where the story permits. Certain actions, like attempting to destroy Daniel in the demo, would end the game prematurely. Like the demo, however, I may be able to allow the character to express their desire to do something even though their hands may be tied.
Say what you want, but I completely adore angry Gabe (especially his wonderful eyes)... He gets very irritated when Dean underestimates his power :)
