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Post by castiel on Jul 4, 2011 16:41:02 GMT -5
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Wandering around aimlessly he found himself wondering, where was he? Where did everyone go?
He smirked to himself, he knew he never had to deal with that anymore. His eyes glancing upon the very note he forgot about in his own pocket.
The note that Dean gave him with of course a blueberry pie stain on the left corner. He shook his head, "No" he mumbled to himself. Dean was a simple human being, a simple man actually. There was nothing to him and he always depended on good ol' Cas.
Castiel changed since those years, you see he's cold-hearted and only thinks of power. Oh, since he's changed. He used to be trust worthy and Dean would trust him with anything. What is trustworthy about him now has changed. It's changed into something that is not only untrustwothy but, too different for anybody's tastes.
Well, Dean and Sam are long gone now. They're probably hunting together trying to find a way to change their good friend but, he only laughs about that as Castiel tosses the napkin Dean wrote on, having a smirk planted upon his face.
He would figure someone would stop and he would reply with, "it's been a long time hasn't it?" Or "Where have you been?". The wind blowing the fence gates closed and open, he leaned upon the picket fence, waiting.
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Post by gabriel on Jul 4, 2011 23:11:47 GMT -5
 
Gabriel found himself pacing up and down the street, his hands behind his back, his eyes on the sky. He had just been brought back only a week or so earlier. In that time, he had found out all about the whole Castiel situation and that was far from pleasing to hear. To be blunt and to the point, Gabriel was pissed off. Very. Very. Pissed off. He had been all for freedom, all for stopping the apocalypse and bringing "peace on Earth". But what he wasn't for was Castiel taking over like a power hungry douchebag and imitating his father.
So when the archangel overheard the whispers on the street about a new God, he knew he had to do something. Say something. He couldn't just blend into the background and wait for the best to come. Because, with Castiel being more controlling then good ole Michael, it would be impossible. His being alive would be brought to the attention of Castiel eventually, so why not just step forward and announce his presence sooner?
But before going to confront his wayward little brother, Gabriel was preparing. Preparing for a deadly conflict. He wasn't looking to get himself killed... again. No, he would have to go about this very..carefully. Careful and delicate. He didn't want to anger Castiel, or he would be killed on the spot.
So, slowly debating and mulling over his words wisely, Gabriel disappeared from his spot in the middle of the road. He re-appeared next to Castiel, a smirk on his face. "Hey Bro, how are you on this heavenly day?" The Trickster used a cheerful tone. Apparently, pretending to be happy and dandy would lighten the mood a bit, and lower his chances of getting smited.
Whatever you do, Do NOT go throwing insults around, cowboy. Gabriel thought to himself, uneasily. You might have been able to get away with the whole "your a dick" conversation if you were talking to an angel, but your talking to a monster now. Seriously? What the hell was he thinking!? Drinking purgatory souls like water.
Purgatory. It was never a pretty subject to talk about before and it still wasn't a pretty thing to talk about now. Gabriel personally never had much interest in Purgatory, all he knew was it was were a bunch of supernatural assholes went after death. Now, he wished he would have paid more attention to it. Because if he had, he might have been able to have locked it up better. But, he was dead when all this happened. How was he supposed to know that Raphael would go all psycho angel on everyone and Castiel would look to purgatory souls for help?
hey it’s, time to get jiggy with this post!
cause you’re awesome, Castiel, I had to answer you back ASAP or my muse will kill me fo sho
they’re all, jealous of my epic word filled posties
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ You are a Bag of Dicks.”
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Post by castiel on Jul 5, 2011 15:14:43 GMT -5
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The sight of his brother, his brother who he thought was gone standing infront of his very eyes, he only turned. "Gabriel? I thought you-" he smiled to himself, "I must think better of you." He fixed his coat and faced all his attention upon Gabriel. He knew that his words would not be ones that he really means to say afterall he quite the trickster, isn't he? He glanced at him, "not a scratch I see. Oh, I thought I would bring this up have you heard already?" He tilted his head looking more like a lost puppy than anything. He knew that Gabriel knew already, he just wanted to play a trick upon him instead of Gabriel's games. Of course he knew, Castiel is powerful now and with a snap of a finger this could all be over.
Castiel thought better than that, Gabriel was someone who is indeed powerful and never got to his bad side yet. "It is a fine day isn't it?" he folded his arms across his chest and smiled. "A nice day to finally speak to you again, I figured you would show up eventually. I mean you're Gabriel, you'll find someway to talk to me again now what really is going on with you?" His distant would be called 'too close for comfort' as he stood close to him.
"I think you know what is going on here, don't try and play games now." His tone reflected a seriousness to it. He was not up for playing games, not today. He did not want to be apart of another game or trick that he had up his sleeves.
"I thought you - out of all would be bothering Dean and Sam not myself, you came here for a reason." He stood there, just looking at him. It would be something that Dean would definitely be uncomfortable with.
He is powerful and he thought he was done with being old Cas.
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Post by gabriel on Jul 5, 2011 16:52:43 GMT -5
"Your right, I did come here for a reason." Gabriel put his hands in his pockets, casually leaning against a fence, trying his best to keep a bitterness out of his voice. "You see, Cas...I'd like you to fill me in on what the hell you think your doing." He quirked a brow as he continued. "I mean I was dead for a while ...So I didn't really get the memo's about the whole "God" situation until like a few days ago."
Gabe suddenly tensed a bit, his voice loosing all sense of joy or his usual snark he loved so very much. He narrowed his eyes at his brother in front of him, remaining calm. He wouldn't be able to allow himself to attack Castiel. No matter how much he wanted to. How much he so very wanted to beat the crap out of him.
"What your doing isn't right." He says, seriously, diverting his eyes from Castiel's to the sky. "It isn't right to control like this and I'm going to laugh when it comes back and bites you right on the ass." Gabe pulled his hand out of his pocket and rubbed the back of his neck gingerly.
How was he going to put this gently? How was he going to explain what he had to say without getting smited into another dimension? Gabriel thought about it for a minute before realizing that it didn't matter if he got smited or not. Somebody needed to stand up to Castiel and tell him the truth. The truth that he obviously was oblivious to like a complete moron. Oh screw it if I get smited I get smited...
Gabriel heaved a sigh, stared at Castiel for a moment and then just blurted it right out like a good brave little soldier. "Castiel. I'm going to make this very clear and simple for you." He smirked. "You are NOT God. You never have been. You never will be. And if you got a problem with that you can kiss my white feathery ass."
hey it’s, time to get jiggy with this post!
cause you’re awesome, Castiel, I had to answer you back ASAP or my muse will kill me fo sho
they’re all, jealous of my epic word filled posties
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ You are a Bag of Dicks.”
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Post by castiel on Jul 5, 2011 19:16:13 GMT -5
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"Oh?" his eyes on Gabriel, he watched cautiously. He only laughed at his remark, "wait a second? Am I hearing this right you don't know? I think you already know Gabriel, I am not filling you in. This is not a game." His stubborn attitude was expressed this way, he crossed his arms and waited.
Castiel waited for Gabriel to pounce him or something, he was ready. Cas already knew what to do and with that he pulled out a jar of nothing, he only handed it to Gabriel. He nodded and never explained exactly why he did it. Afterall, it was empty. "I think it is right, Gabriel. It's what we want. Don't you see, everything is exactly in the pleasure for us. All of us, isn't it?" He only laughed at his remark. "How exactly is that going to happen, please do explain it to me brother I would love to hear it." There was no way Castiel was far too powerful.
He knew why Gabriel was here, he waited for this day. Waited for him to finally see all the doubt put onto Castiel pulled off. It was pulled off afterall, he was far more powerful than him now. "You have to say it Gabriel, you know what can happen to you. Do you really want that?" He was about to snap his fingers at this point and he looked towards Gabriel, smirking at him.
He knew the fear that Gabriel was feeling, oh did he ever know it but, maybe Castiel wanted to believe he truly feared him. He knew everything, he was more powerful than anything. He was still standing there, still staring at him with the same look. "Gabriel, I thought you were on my side. I thought that we should trust each other." Little did Castiel known what he's become. He didn't know that power would do this to him. He didn't know it would change him that much and if he was the old Castiel he would be saying.
'What are you doing to yourself? Are you crazy? Is this the right thing to do?' But that was long gone and he knew it. He figured this much.
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Post by gabriel on Jul 5, 2011 20:01:51 GMT -5
Gabriel couldn't help but to crack up laughing at Castiel. Trust? Be on his side? He really is delusional, isn't it? The archangel shook his head. "You want me TRUST you and be on your side and your about to blow me up into five million itty bitty pieces!?" He gestures towards Castiel's hand that looked as if it were to snap at any moment. "You truly have become insane..." Gabriel knew he should just shut up about now. Stop talking and "beg for forgiveness" or some crap like that.
BUT, that was something that Gabriel didn't do. Beg. The only time he ever begged in his life was for women. For some reason they found it adorable and he only did it for them. But even then he isn't being serious about it. He had never truly begged before and he didn't want to start now.
"Look. I didn't come here to kick your ass, even though you deserve it tremendously. I didn't come here to get smited or murdered. Because, I really really don't want to die AGAIN." Gabriel pursed his lips together and took a step forward, his hands outstretched like a person at gun point. "But, you listen here you little bastard..."
"You better get your priorities in order........ and stop calling yourself God while your at it! YOUR NOT GOD DAMN IT ALL!"
Gabriel froze with fear after yelling. Oh no, he had really done it now. That was guaranteed suicide right there, that's what that was. He hoped he hadn't pissed Castiel off too much with that little outburst or he'd be dead for sure. "......Erm..." He stared at Castiel's hand, bracing himself for the snap.
So much for taping Casa Erotica 16 after this...
hey it’s, time to get jiggy with this post!
cause you’re awesome, Castiel, I had to answer you back ASAP or my muse will kill me fo sho
they’re all, jealous of my epic word filled posties
i love them, template @ + stockholm syndrome / lyrics @ the script *live like we’re dying
just letting you know, “ You are a Bag of Dicks.”
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Post by castiel on Jul 6, 2011 12:19:26 GMT -5
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Castiel tilted his head as Gabriel laughed, he couldn't understand what was so funny."I said I would think you would, afterall you I thought you wanted this." Castiel stood there staring Gabriel closely, "I think you're the one that they call insane, Gabriel. First of all, you start thinking you're so powerful, don't you? You think your words are going to change me. News to you isn't it? I run the show now." Castiel at this moment would close his mouth, how could he speak like this? He truly changed. His eyes and heart set out for one thing and it was shown.
He knew Gabriel would cause problems but, the last thing he wants is to snap those fingers. Oh no, he doesn't. He nodded as he pointed to the jar he gave him. "You're as empty minded as this jar is, Gabriel. Don't you see. They don't care, they never did and if you think for once there is someone who is full of belief that what's the point? They are greatful, they deserve a lot don't you see?"
"Of course, I know you haven't come here to do that as I can see you can't. I think you came here to try and help Dean didn't you?" He was always bringing him up and one could question if he missed the close bond they had. He would never admit he did so, there was no point in asking but, it almost acted like a painful memory he longed to go back to.
Although, like always Castiel changed and he took Gabriel's words and just emptied his mind from them. They didn't matter. How could they matter? Is this not what they wanted? Afterall, he had to stand against power to get it and he was accomplished maybe that was it... Gabriel was mad because Castiel accomplished something he could not do. He looked at him shaking his head, "Gabriel, I don't think you've done anything wrong for me to do that. You're looking at me with fear, as I recall." [/size][/center] |
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