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   Gabriel. Why was he not surprised? He’d heard stories that he’d dropped everything and joined the Pagans, but to see it with his own eyes.. That was another matter entirely. Despite his disappointment, Raphael’s expression remained neutral, and he didn’t move from his spot. He simply stared at his little brother for a moment, then let out a low whistle.

“ Gabriel. You look good, ” he stated coolly, pausing and letting his eyes narrow slightly. “ Or-- I’m sorry. Is it Loki now? ”

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“ No, it’s alright, I don’t need help up. I can handle myself, clearly. ”

   He was getting old, apparently. It had been a long time since anyone had gotten the jump on him, let alone a couple of low-level demons. If he was being honest, though, he wasn’t even mad. He was just embarrassed that Gabriel had shown up in time to see him get smacked down. And saved his sorry ass. When did his little brother get stronger than him?

He got to his feet carefully, frowning as he collected his blade where it had fallen out of his grasp. “ I suppose I owe you one. Hope a drink’ll do. ”

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                   “ so... I still don’t know your name. ”

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“ i’m sure you are. especially to more.. exotic individuals. “

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      ❝.... do you really have six wings? ❞    /  @paganturnt

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Sandykins. Ah, yes. That was Gabriel, alright. He was the only sibling who could come away from calling San nicknames completely unscathed. It felt like eons since he’d last seen him and, although most of his being was stoic enough to ignore his disinterest, some part of him had been wishing for more. 

“Since when do I care? I’ve always cared... In my own way. Besides, I don’t care to see a child possessed.” 

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The bunker was quiet while Sam slept. Well...While he tried to sleep. It had been a long time since he last had nightmares of Lucifer, but when they came back about a week ago he found himself not able to get more than one hour of sleep. It got to the point where he was actually making bad decisions on hunts. Dean made the call...No more hunting for Sam till he SLEPT.

Sam tried to fight it, saying he was fine and didn't need Dean worrying about him, then he almost shot Dean because he wasn't paying attention. It settled. Sam would take a week off. Get some rest and get HEALTHY. Dean picked up a couple hunts with some hunters who knew Bobby, and agreed he would keep checking in.

After finally getting to sleep Sam found himself in a restless slumber. Tossing and turning in the bed until something made him settle. A deep breath was let out before he stilled. A soothing feeling washing over him. His mind stirred and he opened his groggy eyes. He almost ignored the body cuddling next to him and drifted back to sleep. The hunter in him caught on and Sam SHOT to his feet, fists at the ready.

❝ Gabriel? ❞ He asked in confusion. ❝ What the HELL are you doing? In my room?! ❞