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Gabriel, Interrupted 3/?

Title: Gabriel, Interrupted
Author:auntmo9 
Rating: PG-13 for language
Genre and/or Pairing: Gen, no pairings
Spoilers: Spoilers through Hammer of the Gods, AU after that
Characters: Gabriel, OCs
Word Count: 2067 this part
Summary:When Lucifer stabbed Gabriel, he didn't die. He ended up in a different dimension.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

A/N: Again, thank you so much for the continued feedback. I have to say, it has been very interesting to see people pondering and questioning who Michael is and what is intentions towards Gabriel are. I guess we will have to see, won't we?

Chapter 1
Chapter 2

As Tillie and Aaron quickly headed to the dining room from her attic office, she soon realized the shouting that she was hearing was more or less like organized chanting.

"We want pancakes! Cream of Wheat sucks! We want pancakes! Cream of Wheat sucks!" was the rallying cry of all the residents who were sitting around the kitchen table, as they banged their knives and forks on the tabletop. All residents, that is, except one. Gabriel was sitting at the head of the table casually observing everyone else in their morning rebellion over breakfast food. Almost too casually.

"What is going on here?" Tillie demanded trying to raise her voice over the ruckus towards Jenny Howard, a young blond who was a freshman at a local college and had only started her shift an hour ago. Jenny, who was already looking more frazzled than Tillie, attempted to answer, but one of the residents responded first.

"We don't want Cream of Wheat for breakfast," announced Gene Watkins, one of the long term residents. "It's boring. We want pancakes. Chocolate chip pancakes! With chocolate syrup and whipped cream!" Gene's response was met with a chorus of "yes" and he crossed his arms over his chest as if in victory.

Tillie shot a glare at Gabriel. She was almost sure he was behind this. "Well, why didn't you just ask? We've have always done our best to make what you want to eat before. Why all the shouting?" Immediately all the residents started to murmur among themselves, realizing their mistake. As Tillie made her way over to Gabriel, Bob Gentry grabbed her by the wrist.

"Tillie," he whispered nervously. "He said the Cream of Wheat would turn into quicksand once we ate it and make our stomachs and intestines get sucked into a black hole."

Tillie had to bite back her anger when she answered Bob. "He was just pulling your leg, Bob, to get you to do what he wanted. That won't happen if you eat Cream of Wheat, I promise" she tried to reassure him. Looking up at Gabriel out of the corner of her eye, she saw him rearranging the salt and pepper shakers, only to have Dave Edwards, who had a severe case of OCD, move them back again. Gabriel continued to play this game with Dave until Tillie walked up to him and seized his shirt sleeve.

"Hey! Watch the merchandise," he grumbled, trying to shrink back unsuccessfully from her grasp.

"You're coming with me now," she ground out as she dragged him into the living room. "What the hell do you think you are doing?"

"What are you talking about?" he asked with feigned innocence.

"Cut the crap. You know exactly what I am talking about. You haven't even been here one day and you are stirring up trouble."

"So I wanted pancakes for breakfast instead of slop," he shrugged.

"And you felt the need to start a revolt over it? All you had to do was ask!" Tillie shouted.

"The chick in the kitchen didn't look like the type who was willing to negotiate," Gabriel tried to defend himself. "So I explored other solutions."

"Which included playing on the fears of a paranoid schizophrenic man and toying with someone who has Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder?"

"Yeah," he laughed. "I gotta say, Tillie, the other guys who live here are absolutely crazy."

Tillie got right up in Gabriel's face, shoving her finger in his chest with each word. "Don't. You. Dare." she growled. "I haven't called you crazy and you don't get to call them crazy either. People come here because they need help and I'm not about to let you play mind games just because you think…" Tillie swallowed the rest of the words when she remembered he needed help, too, and he wasn't ready to face his delusions. She had nearly called him out on playing the Trickster. If she wasn't careful, his antics would get to her.

"Just because I think what?" he asked, snapping her back to attention.

"Just because you think you are better than them," she sighed. "Look, you might be without whatever powers you think you're missing, but you've clearly demonstrated this morning that you still have the power of observation. You picked up on quite a bit about these guys in a short amount of time. I am going to warn you one time and one time only that the other residents who live here are completely off limits when it comes to any tricks or practical jokes you think you want to play while you are living you here. Are we clear?"

As he thought about this, he looked her over and then paled. "What is that?" pointing her shirt.

Tillie looked down and realized that she was no longer wearing her hoodie and her Pig 'N A Poke T-Shirt, though wrinkled from her brief nap on the couch, was in full view. "A...a shirt," she stammered. "Most people consider it common decency to wear one when in public."

"Not just the shirt," he grumbled, his voice suddenly low. "The bit about the Pig 'N A Poke. What is that supposed to be about?"

"Just…just a representation of classic Americana," she said, trying to cover her nervousness. Or at least she hoped so. She never was a very good liar. But now was not the time to have the "Supernatural is just a television show" conversation. "Growing up, my family's idea of a vacation included road trips with stops at various diners along the way. This is just a piece of nostalgia representing a part of my childhood." The vacation part wasn't a lie, so she hoped that was convincing enough. He let out the breath he was holding in, so she thought she was good. "We're done here, so why don't you go eat. We'll talk later."

 

*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*

Gabriel managed to get his pancakes for breakfast, but he wasn't sure it was worth the effort. He didn't want to eat disgusting Cream of Wheat and thought getting everyone riled up would be a fun way to get pancakes instead. However, he had managed to really piss off Tillie in the process and she was the only person who had truly shown an interest in helping him up to now. He also saw that stupid Pig 'N A Poke T-shirt she was wearing and was reminded not only of the Winchesters, but just how truly cruel he could be when he was screwing around with people's lives. For a second there, he really wondered if someone here knew who he really was and was trying to send him a message, but he pushed that thought aside quickly. No one could possibly know that much about him, could they?

But the whole encounter had left him nauseous. He barely touched his pancakes. He only made the attempt because one of the staff, Aaron, had been watching him like a hawk since the "Great Pancake Rebellion". He also had a terrible headache, which sucked. As an archangel, he wasn't used to having pain that he couldn't heal, let alone a pounding headache. Ever since he got here, the light and the noise were getting to him, making the headache worse. The light everywhere seemed brighter and the noises seemed louder. Everything seemed slightly off to him and he couldn't quite place his finger on why.

After breakfast, Aaron followed him and cornered him in the hallway.

"Gabriel, wait up," Aaron called out.

Gabriel moaned, but stopped anyway. He really just wanted to go get some more sleep and try to get rid of this headache. "What is it?"

"We still need to complete your intake paperwork," the grad student instructed.

"Can't this wait? I really don't feel good," Gabriel complained. "Surely Tillie and I can take care of this later."

"No, it can't wait," Aaron insisted. "And you're going to do it with me. Tillie is exhausted. And whatever crap you've been pulling with Tillie, I'm not letting you get away with anymore, so go sit at the dining room table and we can take care of this now."

Gabriel grumbled, but went and sat back down.

"First off, I'll need a last name and a date of birth," Aaron said.

Gabriel smirked. "I don't have one."

"Don't have one, what?" Aaron demanded "A last name? A birthday?"

"Neither, actually," Gabriel said with a smile.

"What do you mean you have neither? You don't remember?"

"No," Gabriel answered. "I would remember if I had a last name. And I wasn't actually born, so I can't really have a date of birth."

"This is the kind of crap I was talking about," Aaron snapped. "Quit horsing around. I don't know what kind of game you are playing, but there is no way you could have gotten through life without a last name or a date of birth. People need those things to get identification, jobs, benefits, you name it. And you need it to stay here."

"What can I say?" Gabriel said, "I have just gotten by on my charm."

"You know what, I'm sick of this already. So between you and me, I am going to make up a damn last name and date of birth. And I know a guy, he can get you all the identification you need, state ID, birth certificates, whatever. By the time I come back for my next shift you will have it. But you aren't to say anything to Tillie about where it came from, you got that?"

Gabriel gaped at him. "Isn't that…well, illegal?"

"That is why Tillie isn't to know anything about it. She would never approve of anything like this. But you are being such a pig-headed fool about all of this. And it is the only way I can see to get approval for funding for you to stay here. So keep your trap shut about it, got it?" With that, Aaron got up from the table, walked away and left Gabriel by himself.

 

*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*

Two imposing figures casually leaned against the landmark. If any humans had seen them, it would have created more than a stir. It would likely have induced chaos and panic. But at the moment, they were unseen by human eyes, for they were in their true form. The metallic arch they were leaning against was the identifying marker of the city in which they were watching over on their current mission. In their true form, they were more than twice the size of the monument, but they still found it a convenient place to meet.

"How is he doing?" the younger of the two asked.

"As well as can be expected, given the circumstances. He is without his powers. And he has no idea where he really is. But I am sure he will to start to put together the pieces of the puzzle soon enough."

"Did he recognize you?"

"Not entirely, but I did seem familiar to him, so I will have to limit my interaction with him from now on. This is why I am dealing with him and not you. He would have sooner recognized you, for you would have seemed more..."

"Like the other side of a coin?" the younger one finished.

"Exactly," he confirmed. "Which is why you will have to handle the woman."

"It shouldn't be anymore difficult than the challenge you have." He paused for a moment. "Does the enemy know of his whereabouts?"

"No," the older one said, shaking his head. "But it is our presence here that will attract the enemy's attention. So that is even more reason for us to be cautious, otherwise they will be in even more danger."

"Did anyone else see you?"

"Only one of the employees. But it was an insignificant interaction. In the greater scheme of things, it will hardly impact what we have to accomplish."

The younger one chuckled. "These inter-dimensional missions are rare, but I do enjoy them, because the regular rules don't apply."

"You know, you are really more like him than you care to admit, aren't you? You really are two sides to same coin."

 "Careful brother or I will start comparing you to your unlikely counterpart," the younger on chided.

 Caught up in their own conversation, they did not realize that their entire interaction was being observed by one of their tiniest enemies.

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( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
candylovinangel
Feb. 21st, 2011 06:52 am (UTC)
I have a feeling the younger one is Luci and the tiny enemy is Cas... *Grins*
auntmo9
Feb. 21st, 2011 01:26 pm (UTC)
Well, I'm not going to give anything away, but I love that I still have you thinKing about all of this!
unstoppablei
Feb. 21st, 2011 08:15 pm (UTC)
This. Is. Awesome.


I'm so curious as to who the other angel is...not Lucifer, clearly, but someone like Gabriel but "the other side of the coin?" Ob not Cas. Hmmm.


And I like Tillie. I like her reactions to the situation, and I like the situation as well-- very realistic and true to life. Thank you.
auntmo9
Feb. 21st, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you! *grins*

I have to say that this has been as much fun for me to write as other people seem to be have reading it.

And your line of thinking about the other angel is...not entirely off base.
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