#trickyxarchangel

[waywardfeathered]

          “I’m not bossing you around. I’m just telling you no. Besides, I was here first.”

@trickyxarchangel // cont. from here

[idontkillorphans]

Time machine + 🐻

Send “Time Machine+ a symbol” to have your muse go back and meet mine as a…🐻: Young child (5-9 yrs)

“Papa I drew this for you...” Sleipnir waved the slip of the paper towards the man in question. On it was a roughly drawn up photo of a yellow haired man with brown dots for eyes with the label ‘Paba’ and a smaller figure in green, a mop of brown hair curled at the top and the same brown beads for eyes labelled ‘Me’.

“Do you like it, papa?”

[iusticae]

@trickyxarchangel ♥’d for a starter

Patience was a virtue, but not one gifted to Micah. Order and reason was his comfort zone. But they were both thrown out the window when it came to the archangel, “I would tell you that this is an inopportune time, but I fear that would just egg you on more.”

[minxchester]

Sliding into the room, Gabriel strikes a pose, reminiscent to the Tom Cruise movie that inspired the sock slide to begin with. "Didja miss me?"

Dean started, staring at the archangel in disbelief. “Seriously? You’ve been gone for--okay, no, yeah. I missed you, a-hole.” He grinned, standing and striding over to hug Gabriel. “Where have you been?”

[waywardfeathered]

"Y'know Cas, when asked 'who's your daddy' in the bedroom, this wasn't what I had in mind."

       “Out. Get out. GET OUT, GABRIEL.” Slams the door on his brother’s face.

[waywardfeathered]

          “Kind of wanted to see how you’d react?” Castiel offered, amused. He loved it when he managed to piss people off. “What are you going to do, smite me for pulling your hair?” Arms spread, a carefully considered chuckle passing his lips. “Hey, Gabe. Long time.”

@trickyxarchangel // cont. from here

[minxchester]

Because You’re Mine // Closed RP

@trickyxarchangel

Purgatory was....well, it wasn’t Hell. Dean had been to Hell. But it wasn’t like any other place he’d been, and it was worse than anything he could imagine. Fuck, the smell alone was enough to make you retch.

He and Cas were making their way through the woods, stopping as needed to wreak havoc and cause some monster deaths.

Eventually, they found their way to a river--and the relief that Dean felt at the sight of flowing water was beyond words. He didn’t hesitate, removing his jacket and shirt and stepping into the water to start washing blood and gore off of himself. “Cas, we can take turns--you mind watchin’?”

The angel nodded, turning to scan the landscape warily--but before Dean could resume his makeshift bath, the hunter froze, staring at the opposite shore from them. “Cas.”

Both men looked that way, and Dean inhaled raggedly. “....Gabriel?”

[idontkillorphans]

"Hey, uh, do I wanna know who this 'Mr Blobby' is? Do I gotta beat him up for ya?"

“He’s a...character but - horrible it’s fine pa.”