@wings-and-ties sent : Castiel appeared behind his elder brother with a tainted grey gaze locked on the back of his head. Without so much as a word, the young angel swung his angel blade right towards his back.
“Oh hey Cas, what’s—” the words (for once) came clattering to a halt as Gabriel turned and saw the flash of silver.
Were he not always waiting for it, things may have ended in tragedy.
But as it stands he was always waiting. How did the saying go? Fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me, fool me three times and I’d have to be crazy to physically be in a room with any of you ever again. That felt right. His only regret is that it’s Castiel. So the would-be killing strike is too fast and too unexpected for Gabriel to go the whole nine yards and fake his death properly. Instead the blade digs deep into something spongy, Gabriel’s face twists in confusion, and the illusion falls away into dust.
If it had been anyone else Gabriel would have been gone, headed for the hills, for the moon, for somewhere far away. But it’s Cas. So instead Gabriel reappears fifteen feet to the left of where he’d been standing previously. “What are you doing? What did I do? What’s going on??”
