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Gabriel, Interrupted 9/?

Title: Gabriel, Interrupted
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: 2197, this part
Summary:When Lucifer stabbed Gabriel, he didn't die. He ended up in a different dimension. One in which he has all of his memories, but none of his powers. A dimension where people think he is crazy and needs psychiatric help. A dimension where Supernatural is just a TV show.
Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

A/N: Even though I know where we are going with this story, apparently real life has me on a once every three days updating scheduling right now. I hope I can finish this before I go on vacation. I think that is possible.

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“Of course I can act normal,” Gabriel scoffed. “I act normal everyday.”


Tillie rolled her eyes at him. “What I meant was, can you not talk about being an angel or being from another dimension, or the fact that your life is depicted on a television show when you go see Dr. Habib? Because he will ask you about all of the things you said at the hospital, and plenty of others. You will need to convince him that you aren’t delusional and don’t need our services.”


“Oh, well, yeah, I guess,” Gabriel said, suddenly realizing he would have to be serious when he went to the doctor. “Won’t having a job help him convince that I don’t need help?”


“That’s only part of it,” Tillie answered, as she walked outside to take the trash out. “You will need to convince him that you are capable of living on your own in the community, away from the group home.”


“You mean I have to move out?” he demanded as he followed her.


“Yes, that is the point, Gabriel,” Tillie said, exasperated, as she headed toward the front porch. “Somehow, someone turned in your funding application. The only way out of it, if that’s what you want, is to have the doctor to determine that you don’t need the services and for you to move out on your own. That is still what you want, right? Not to have the funding?”


“Yep,” Gabriel said. “Obviously, it has already been more trouble than it’s been worth.  So, then Tillie, do you have an extra room at your place I can use once I manage to get kicked out of here?”


“What? No!” Tillie exclaimed. “Besides the fact that in general, it would be unethical to have a former group home resident live with me, I’m already being watched closely for how I’ve handled your records. I’m not inviting more trouble by letting you stay with me. I’ll help you find a cheap, furnished efficiency apartment you can move into.”


While they were talking, a familiar looking golden retriever came bounding into the yard. Tillie called and motioned the dog over. The only difference she noticed between this dog and the Gabriel she met in the park was that this dog had a collar with the name “Theo” in it. She was certain this was Gabriel from this dimension, checking in to make sure they were both okay. As odd as it seemed to her, she still couldn’t resist scratching behind his ears as he settled in to sit next to her on the porch.


“So what, Tillie, you’re taking in strays now?’ Gabriel asked with his usual snarky tone.


“I’m letting you stay here, aren’t I?” Tillie answered, not willing to let him get to her. At her response, Theo gave a hearty couple of barks and Tillie laughed. “Besides he’s not a stray. He has a collar, with a name, Theo. So he must have a family who cares about him. I’m going to let him stick around. We’ll put up signs. I’m sure we’ll help him find his family and he’ll get back to them in no time. You never know where they could be. They might be right under our nose.”


Lucifer sat and wondered. Wondered when he had allowed things to get so far off the original plan. The little demon Ruby had triggered all these thoughts. The demons he was usually surrounded by now were so often concerned about possession and bartering for souls. While they certainly filled the bowels of Hell with humans that he had stolen away from his Father, it was so far off from where he had started. Ruby’s methods were the ones he had started with so long ago back in the Garden.

The subtle lies. Preying on the insecurities of humans, manipulating them into making poor choices. Watching them as they allowed hatred and bitterness build in their heart. As they allowed this hostility to fester to the point to where they spewed obscenities at their fellow man, killed one another and called it his Father’s will. Oh, how he loved it when they turned away from his Father and then ended up with Him.  The shock they felt as they realized they had been betrayed, betrayed by themselves. This was the very air he breathed.  This was his true Apocalypse. The slow and utter destruction of the human soul at its own hand. This was how he had planned to truly destroy his Father’s so-called finest creation. Yet here he was, allowing himself to get caught up in the stock market of souls.

Ruby had changed all of that.  She had not only reminded him of his original ways, she had brought him information. The intelligence she had brought was very valuable, more so than she even realized. He alone here was able to remember a time when he had been back home, back among his brothers. Back when his Father had mentioned other worlds. He had never been to one. He had never met anyone from another dimension. But if Ruby was correct and his brothers were interacting with another dimension, then perhaps there was a way that he, too could cross dimensions. Perhaps he too could destroy yet another of his Father’s creations.

After questioning Ruby, he knew that the human she had influence over had already turned in a funding application using false identification. This was excellent news. He had many operatives in the government. He had put the word out among his minions that they should be on the alert for backgrounds checks on this application, and should it come up, it would be his operatives that would handle it, ensuring that he himself could move in and find out more about the situation. And Ruby, she had earned herself a place on the front lines. He sent her back to watch over the human that had helped start this all so she could continue to influence his choices.


Aaron had felt strange for the last few days. Deep down, he knew that going into Tillie’s office, finding that funding application and turning it in without Tillie’s knowledge or consent had been wrong. Utterly and completely wrong. At the time, he was entirely at peace about it. Now he was worried. Would she find out that he was the one who did it? Would she fire him? Would that imbecile Gabriel tell her that he had used fake identification? He hadn’t slept the last few days as all of these worries chased him. He hadn’t eaten, but he had drowned his sorrows in copious amounts of alcohol.

Now he was due to go back into work. He was sure he was sober. He was too relaxed to be anything but sober, right? And besides, he had his confidence back. He didn’t do anything wrong. He had been helping Gabriel. He had been helping Tillie. He was the only one who cared. Everyone else was so damned concerned about the rules, they didn’t understand that rules sometimes needed to be bent so that people you were trying to help to didn’t get broken.

Of course, Aaron Steeple didn’t comprehend that besides the alcohol helping give him a false sense of bravado, the main reason he had his confidence back was the fact that his friendly little demon, Ruby had returned and was once again sitting on his shoulder whispering lies into his ear.


Lizzie Jones had worked for the United States Postal Service for over twenty years and for the last ten, she had managed the local post office in her neighborhood. While it kept her busy, it was a nice change of pace from being a mail carrier. She enjoyed managing her staff and getting the opportunity to see the customers as they came into the building to pick up mail or to send and receive packages.


Her newest hire, Gabriel Milton, seemed to be a natural, but he was handful to work with. He was quite the jokester and even though all of his co-workers and the customers enjoyed having him around, Lizzie had to keep a firm hand on him so that he would get his work done and not get out of line. He also had a unique sense of justice. The other day, there had been a rather large, mouthy customer who was being rude to one of her other staff and taking up more than his fair share of time. While her staff tried to appease him, Gabriel managed to find the guy’s mail, stuff it the taller man’s mouth, then drag him out by his belt and toss him to the curb. She was a little worried that Gabriel, who was shorter than the customer by at least a half of foot, would come back in with a black eye. But all of the other customers who had to wait while the rude man put on his display actually cheered Gabriel on.


It was this sort of behavior that both encouraged her and worried her. She feared that it would somehow catch up with both of them. It had already delayed her in processing his new hire paperwork. Since it was Gabriel’s day off, she could finally sit down and work on it. First thing this morning she had processed his background checks and now she was working on his health insurance forms. That is when she noticed an email pop up in her Inbox that was flagged important. What she saw when opened it disturbed her even more than her original concerns about Gabriel’s antics. His social security number didn’t belong to him. And since he was an employee of the US Postal Service, the FBI had decided to get involved.


Tillie set out a bowl of water for “Theo” on the porch before she went back inside to work. Most of the residents were excited to have a dog around. Not surprisingly, however, Gabriel was less than thrilled.


“Why are you encouraging that mangy mutt to stay around anyway?” he whined. “You’re only inviting an infestation of fleas.”


“Are you jealous that Theo will need more help from me than you do?” Tillie wondered. “Or worried that I’m going to make you take care of him?”


“I am not cleaning up after…after that…furry lump,” Gabriel huffed.


“Wait a minute,” Tillie objected. “You had a dog, back when your were a janitor at that college. You know how to take care of one. You definitely are going to have to look after Theo now.”


“You mean Cocoa?” Gabriel asked, “Cocoa was a magical dog. He practically took care of himself. I wouldn’t know what to do with a real dog!”


“Of course you would name your dog after something chocolate!” Tillie laughed at him while she dragged him outside to take care of Theo. “I’m sure you have had enough experience with Cocoa to be able to handle Theo. Just treat Theo the way you would want to be treated if you were a dog, and I bet the two of you will get along fine.”


Gabriel stared at her for a moment and was about to open his mouth with a retort when Aaron Steeple pulled up in his car and got out to come to work. Gabriel began to swear under his breath at the site of the young man at the same time Theo began to growl. Gabriel stopped and looked at the dog before commenting, “At least Theo has the sense to agree with me on something.”


Tillie just shook her head, turned and walked away, muttering, “Honestly those two make me question why I ever went through a Sirius Black phase.”


Sarah Mercer continued to be swamped processing applications for funding at the Department of Mental Health. This is why she didn’t regularly check her email.  She still wasn’t used to relying on the internet as much as her younger co-worker. Two whole days went by before she opened the program and saw she had over two hundred messages waiting for her in her Inbox. After sorting through the junk mail, the drivel and inter-office memos, something important caught her eye.


The background checks on applicants really didn’t take long these days, with most social security cards being able to be verified electronically. Most checks came back within a day with no issues noted. But she saw an email flagged and she opened it. One she had processed three days ago with temporary approval came back with an issue. Apparently, the social security number that Gabriel Milton had provided belonged to a William Lewis, who had died two years ago in a plane crash.


Normally, she would place a hold on the funding, and forward the errant information to both his case worker within the Department of Mental Health and the local Social Security office so that the situation could be straightened out, or an investigation be conducted if necessary. But the email indicated that she needed to forward information from Mr. Milton’s file to a local FBI office, to the attention of Agent Megan Masters.

Chapter 10


( 11 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 6th, 2011 05:39 am (UTC)
*Groans* Not Meg! Anyone but Meg!!
Mar. 6th, 2011 02:04 pm (UTC)
You didn't think this was going to be easy did you? It is not all sunshine and lollipops. Actually, I think I forgot to bring the lollipops... ;D
Mar. 6th, 2011 03:39 pm (UTC)
how dare you forget the lollipops!! XD
Mar. 6th, 2011 03:48 pm (UTC)
I know! Gabriel, especially, will be so mad at me!
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Mar. 6th, 2011 02:05 pm (UTC)
Uh-oh is right!
Mar. 6th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
Drive-by icon love! Is that you???? And if so, how on EARTH did you get that costume????
Mar. 6th, 2011 10:31 pm (UTC)
MEG? Son of a --

What exactly is Ruby in this? I keep imagining her as like, an evil flea.

Great chapter. I can't wait to hear more from "Theo"
Mar. 6th, 2011 10:57 pm (UTC)
Do you remember that annoying game show, Press Your Luck, from the 80s? They revived it/updated a few years ago for the Game Show Network, I think..they had those annoying little dudes, the Whammies? In terms of size only...I would say Ruby is that big. Bigger than a flea, or even a bird, smaller than a puppy. Invisible in her true form, but small enough to sit on a human's shoulder and whisper evil nothings in their ear. But I suppose in terms of Cas, Gabriel or Michael's true form...yeah, still comes across as evil flea.

But I just wanted to convey this sense that she still has this power to manipulate, lie and deceive so that people make these choices and before they realize it, they've gone down much farther down a road that maybe they didn't intend to...

And yes, "Theo" will continue to have a role to play in this saga...
Jun. 30th, 2011 11:44 am (UTC)
MEG! Yay! Um, for plot reasons and such. I like the idea of Ruby being a demon on a shoulder, while the higher up demons are concerned with the "stock market of souls" (that is a wonderful phrase).
Jun. 30th, 2011 11:54 am (UTC)
Thank you! It has been awhile since I posted this fic, so re-visiting again through someone else's eyes in nice.
Jun. 30th, 2011 11:55 am (UTC)
I'm sorry I'm not giving you more detailed comments - I'm just swept up in the story, and I want to know how it ends.
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