Gabriel, Interrupted 2/?
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: 2381 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: All mistakes are mine. Thanks for all the feedback on the first chapter!
Chapter 1
Gabriel, huh? Tillie thought to herself trying to keep her expression even. This guy thought he was Gabriel. Well, he didn't do himself any favors when he looked in the mirror each morning. But she was going to have to tread lightly when dealing with him. She didn't want to encourage any of his delusional thoughts, but at the same time, right now she needed to get him to trust her so they could get all of these restraints off and get him out of here safely.
"So, Gabriel," she began with a smile, pushing a stray brown curl out of her face. "I'm Tillie. Now, can you tell me, once you woke up in that alley, what were the events that led to you being brought in to the hospital? Do you remember that much?"
"Some drunk guy with T-Rex breath was hovering over me, asking me if I had any cigarettes. When I told him to take a hike, he got offended and started yelling at me," Gabriel explained. "That attracted the attention of some local cops on patrol, so I tried to skedaddle outta there, but apparently a snap of the fingers ain't what it used to be, and when I kept trying, they thought I was listening to a song only I could hear, so they suggested I take a ride with them and we ended up here."
Tillie pinched the bridge of nose and slowly exhaled. Snapping his fingers? This guy was certainly invested in his delusion. She didn't even have to ask Jerry. By the look of the room and what she heard earlier, she was certain that they dismissed his beliefs as him being just another crazy patient. But if this guy had delusional disorder like she suspected, he would have reacted with hostility the moment they did that. And the result was the disaster before her, including the restraints.
Just then, Jerry walked into the room. "Okay then," he announced, looking at Gabriel. "I have your discharge paperwork, including prescriptions for your medications and a follow-up appointment scheduled with Dr. Habib for next week. All I need you to do is sign on the bottom and you are free to leave with Tillie."
"Medications?" Gabriel asked, raising his voice. "I am not taking medications. I don't need any medications! There is nothing wrong with me. Well, not that medications will fix."
"So I take it a shot of Haldol for the road is out?" Jerry quipped.
"Can it Jerry," Tillie butted in. "Look Gabriel, you don't have to fill the prescriptions. He just wants you to sign the paperwork and take it out of here. We can talk about what you actually do with it once we leave."
"Fine, sweetheart," Gabriel answered, grabbing the paperwork and scribbling something indistinguishable on the bottom. "I don't know why you're the only one with a lick of sense around here. Now let's blow this popsicle stand."
"Well, first you need to get out of that gown and into your street clothes," Tillie suggested. "Then we can go. I will be waiting outside in the hall." Tillie walked out into the hall with Jerry.
"You want someone to escort you guys to the parking garage?" he asked.
She turned on him. "You guys never learn do, you?"
"What? The guy thinks he's an angel. He was threatening to destroy us and send our atoms into the farthest reaches of space."
"Yeah, and um, he also said he lost his powers, so I think you could've just let it go," she shot back. "I'm sure I will be fine without your help."
Gabriel chose that moment to exit the room. "Alright, I'm already ready to go. So, your place or mine?" he asked with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Real cute," Tillie said. "Now let's just go. I am as ready to get out of here as you are." They made their way to Tillie's s car in silence. As they were getting into her car, Gabriel finally spoke up.
"Not that I want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what brings a person to the hospital in the middle of the night to help a total stranger?" he wondered.
Of course they didn't tell him, she thought to herself. And now she was alone with the guy in her car. She couldn't exactly say the words "group home" and expect him to react positively. She was so going to kill Jerry. Busy ER or not, he needed to improve how he dealt with his psychiatric patients. "It's what I do. I help people who need it."
"You're in the habit of taking total strangers into your home? Is that even safe?" he asked incredulously. "My brother is so wrong about humans. It was worth standing up to him."
Ignoring the last half of his statement, she explained to him, "I don't take people into my personal home. However, I run another place where people who, well, let's just say their down on their luck, and they can stay there until they get back on their feet again."
"And you're taking me there? To stay with other strangers?"
"Yep."
"I'm not sure I like that idea, lady."
"Not to be mean or anything," Tillie said. "But exactly what other choices do you have? You didn't really want to be in the hospital and I don't blame you one bit for that. It is almost 5 a.m. You have no money and no ID. I don't even know your last name. Where else are you going to?"
"Fine," Gabriel surrendered, raising his hands. "I'll try it, but just for a day or two. And only because you run it. But if it's too weird or the food is bad, I'm out of there."
Tillie just rolled her eyes as Gabriel changed the topic. "I want to ask you something else, but you will think I'm crazy."
"Hey, I've already told you, I've never used the word crazy when talking about you," she chided, trying to ease his concerns.
"That doesn't mean you aren't thinking that I am crazy," Gabriel muttered.
Tillie gave him a sideways glance, wondering if anything about her body language gave her away, or if he was just beginning to be uneasy with his own delusions.
"You can tell me or ask me anything," she reassured.
"Where are we? I, mean, what city?" Gabriel asked.
"St. Louis…Missouri," Tillie shared. "Why? Where is the last place you remember being?"
"Muncie, Indiana," he offered. "And I have no idea how I got here. In fact I thought I was dead."
I'm sure you did, Tillie thought to herself, as she pulled into the drive at the group home. So much for him being uneasy with his own delusions. "We're here," she announced.
Gabriel eyed the large Victorian home with surprise. "It's bigger, and nicer than I thought it would be," he admitted.
"Well, just because I help people who are down on their luck doesn't mean I expect them to stay in a complete dump," Tillie responded. "I want people to feel safe and welcomed when they are here. So come on in and I will show you around."
The home was indeed large. The were two bedrooms and a bathroom on the main level, in addition to the living room, dining room and kitchen. There were four more bedrooms and two bathrooms on the second floor. "The laundry room is in the basement. And you will have the last room on the right down at the end of the hall," Tillie explained.
"What's up there?" Gabriel asked pointing up the stairs at the end of the hall.
"That's the attic, which has been converted into my office," was Tillie's reply. "So here you go. It's not much, but it is clean and it's yours for now. I suggest you get some sleep, because in a few hours, we need to work on getting you some identification and other basics like clothes. I am going to have one of my staff bring you some towels and a change of clothes for the later this morning. We usually serve breakfast at eight in the morning, but if you want to sleep a little later, we will save you something to eat. Any questions?"
Gabriel looked around the room. "No," he said shaking his head. "I think you covered it all for now. I am not used to sleeping, but whatever power shortage I have going on, I think I could use a nap. But I am definitely not missing a meal, so you can count on me being there for breakfast."
"Alright then, I'll see you in a few hours." With that, Tillie left Gabriel on his own in the room, and went up to her office. She didn't have time to go home to get any sleep, or even shower, so she would just have to catch a nap on the couch in her office. She took off her hoodie and threw it on the back of the couch, grabbed a pillow and blanket and settled in, trying to push aside thoughts of Gabriel.
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Gabriel sat up in the bed, rubbed a hand across his face and looked around the sparse room again. He had only gotten a little sleep and was surprised that he still felt like he needed more. But his stomach was actually growling. Before, he had always eaten for pleasure. Now he was hungry. He looked over at the clock. It was 7:30 a.m. He still had some time before breakfast.
He still didn't understand how in ended up in St. Louis. One minute his was standing up to Lucifer on behalf of humans and taking a knife to the chest for his efforts. The next he was waking up in alley with a drunk guy over him. And for his efforts, he was rewarded with a loss of his powers and hauled off to the hospital like he was out of his ever loving mind. If it hadn't been for Tillie, he would probably be in a padded cell somewhere right now. While his current digs weren't up to his usual standards, it could be worse. And it would at least be somewhere he could stay while he tried to figure out how to get back his powers.
There was a knock on the door. Gabriel looked up to see a tall man with dark hair and eyes standing in the doorway. "Hello," he said with a deep voice. "I just came by to check on you."
"Yeah," Gabriel replied. "Tillie said someone would be coming by. I am guessing that would be you."
The man raised his eyebrow at that but said nothing, so Gabriel continued. "So are you an orderly or something?"
"I guess you could say it is my responsibility to keep order," the man replied with a smile.
"You're kinda of strange, you know that? You seem familiar, too. Have we met before?" Gabriel asked as he got out of the bed. "And hey, did you bring the towels and clothes that Tillie promised?"
"No," the man answered. "We haven't met before and I didn't bring the those things. I suppose someone else will have to do that."
"Then why even bother stopping by my room?" Gabriel griped.
The man stepped forward and placed his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "I know you don't want to be here right now, and you are confused by many things. But trust me when I say that this is the safest place for you at the moment, and you are in good hands with Tillie." At that, the man turned and left.
Gabriel just rolled his eyes and began looking through the small closet and dresser drawers to see if he could find anything of use to him.
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Aaron Steeple had worked at Tillie Chambers' group home for nearly the last two years while he was going to grad school. He knew the inner working of the home almost as well as he knew Tillie. So he knew she was exhausted right now. He was going to get this new guy some supplies before starting on breakfast so she could get as much sleep as possible. As he made his way down the hallway on the second floor, he saw a man with dark hair leaving the guy's room. "Excuse me, can I help you?" Aaron called out.
"Oh, I'm just helping out," the man said. "Checking on the new guy."
"Who exactly are you?" Aaron asked skeptically. "I've never seen you before and Tillie didn't say anything about a new employee."
"Oh, the temp agency sent me over to help out. My name's Michael. I need to go downstairs and take care of few things. The new guy is looking for that stuff." The man pointed to the towels and clothes Aaron held in hands and then went downstairs. Aaron continued on to take the supplies to Gabriel's room and made a mental note to ask Tillie about this guy from the temp agency later.
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Tillie was having disturbing dreams about Gabriel following her around at Comic Con, demanding explanations and only having his delusions being reinforced by unsuspecting fans, when a knock at her office door woke her up. She groggily answered "Come in" and saw Aaron Steeple peek his head around the corner.
"I hate to wake you, Till, but we are serving breakfast and I know you have a full day ahead of you, trying to get Gabriel settled in."
"Thanks Aaron," she mumbled. "Any chance there is coffee downstairs?"
"Got a full pot read to go," Aaron smiled. "Hey, Till, in all the confusion with the new guy last night, did you forget to tell us about the fact that you had a temp agency sending us someone to help out?"
"What?" Tillie exclaimed sitting up quickly. "I didn't have anyone coming from a temp agency. What are you talking about?"
"There was some guy up in Gabriel's room. Said his name was Michael and that a temp agency sent him."
But before Tillie could ask Aaron any more questions, they were interrupted by shouting coming from the dining room downstairs.
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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: 2381 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: All mistakes are mine. Thanks for all the feedback on the first chapter!
Chapter 1
Gabriel, huh? Tillie thought to herself trying to keep her expression even. This guy thought he was Gabriel. Well, he didn't do himself any favors when he looked in the mirror each morning. But she was going to have to tread lightly when dealing with him. She didn't want to encourage any of his delusional thoughts, but at the same time, right now she needed to get him to trust her so they could get all of these restraints off and get him out of here safely.
"So, Gabriel," she began with a smile, pushing a stray brown curl out of her face. "I'm Tillie. Now, can you tell me, once you woke up in that alley, what were the events that led to you being brought in to the hospital? Do you remember that much?"
"Some drunk guy with T-Rex breath was hovering over me, asking me if I had any cigarettes. When I told him to take a hike, he got offended and started yelling at me," Gabriel explained. "That attracted the attention of some local cops on patrol, so I tried to skedaddle outta there, but apparently a snap of the fingers ain't what it used to be, and when I kept trying, they thought I was listening to a song only I could hear, so they suggested I take a ride with them and we ended up here."
Tillie pinched the bridge of nose and slowly exhaled. Snapping his fingers? This guy was certainly invested in his delusion. She didn't even have to ask Jerry. By the look of the room and what she heard earlier, she was certain that they dismissed his beliefs as him being just another crazy patient. But if this guy had delusional disorder like she suspected, he would have reacted with hostility the moment they did that. And the result was the disaster before her, including the restraints.
Just then, Jerry walked into the room. "Okay then," he announced, looking at Gabriel. "I have your discharge paperwork, including prescriptions for your medications and a follow-up appointment scheduled with Dr. Habib for next week. All I need you to do is sign on the bottom and you are free to leave with Tillie."
"Medications?" Gabriel asked, raising his voice. "I am not taking medications. I don't need any medications! There is nothing wrong with me. Well, not that medications will fix."
"So I take it a shot of Haldol for the road is out?" Jerry quipped.
"Can it Jerry," Tillie butted in. "Look Gabriel, you don't have to fill the prescriptions. He just wants you to sign the paperwork and take it out of here. We can talk about what you actually do with it once we leave."
"Fine, sweetheart," Gabriel answered, grabbing the paperwork and scribbling something indistinguishable on the bottom. "I don't know why you're the only one with a lick of sense around here. Now let's blow this popsicle stand."
"Well, first you need to get out of that gown and into your street clothes," Tillie suggested. "Then we can go. I will be waiting outside in the hall." Tillie walked out into the hall with Jerry.
"You want someone to escort you guys to the parking garage?" he asked.
She turned on him. "You guys never learn do, you?"
"What? The guy thinks he's an angel. He was threatening to destroy us and send our atoms into the farthest reaches of space."
"Yeah, and um, he also said he lost his powers, so I think you could've just let it go," she shot back. "I'm sure I will be fine without your help."
Gabriel chose that moment to exit the room. "Alright, I'm already ready to go. So, your place or mine?" he asked with a smirk plastered on his face.
"Real cute," Tillie said. "Now let's just go. I am as ready to get out of here as you are." They made their way to Tillie's s car in silence. As they were getting into her car, Gabriel finally spoke up.
"Not that I want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what brings a person to the hospital in the middle of the night to help a total stranger?" he wondered.
Of course they didn't tell him, she thought to herself. And now she was alone with the guy in her car. She couldn't exactly say the words "group home" and expect him to react positively. She was so going to kill Jerry. Busy ER or not, he needed to improve how he dealt with his psychiatric patients. "It's what I do. I help people who need it."
"You're in the habit of taking total strangers into your home? Is that even safe?" he asked incredulously. "My brother is so wrong about humans. It was worth standing up to him."
Ignoring the last half of his statement, she explained to him, "I don't take people into my personal home. However, I run another place where people who, well, let's just say their down on their luck, and they can stay there until they get back on their feet again."
"And you're taking me there? To stay with other strangers?"
"Yep."
"I'm not sure I like that idea, lady."
"Not to be mean or anything," Tillie said. "But exactly what other choices do you have? You didn't really want to be in the hospital and I don't blame you one bit for that. It is almost 5 a.m. You have no money and no ID. I don't even know your last name. Where else are you going to?"
"Fine," Gabriel surrendered, raising his hands. "I'll try it, but just for a day or two. And only because you run it. But if it's too weird or the food is bad, I'm out of there."
Tillie just rolled her eyes as Gabriel changed the topic. "I want to ask you something else, but you will think I'm crazy."
"Hey, I've already told you, I've never used the word crazy when talking about you," she chided, trying to ease his concerns.
"That doesn't mean you aren't thinking that I am crazy," Gabriel muttered.
Tillie gave him a sideways glance, wondering if anything about her body language gave her away, or if he was just beginning to be uneasy with his own delusions.
"You can tell me or ask me anything," she reassured.
"Where are we? I, mean, what city?" Gabriel asked.
"St. Louis…Missouri," Tillie shared. "Why? Where is the last place you remember being?"
"Muncie, Indiana," he offered. "And I have no idea how I got here. In fact I thought I was dead."
I'm sure you did, Tillie thought to herself, as she pulled into the drive at the group home. So much for him being uneasy with his own delusions. "We're here," she announced.
Gabriel eyed the large Victorian home with surprise. "It's bigger, and nicer than I thought it would be," he admitted.
"Well, just because I help people who are down on their luck doesn't mean I expect them to stay in a complete dump," Tillie responded. "I want people to feel safe and welcomed when they are here. So come on in and I will show you around."
The home was indeed large. The were two bedrooms and a bathroom on the main level, in addition to the living room, dining room and kitchen. There were four more bedrooms and two bathrooms on the second floor. "The laundry room is in the basement. And you will have the last room on the right down at the end of the hall," Tillie explained.
"What's up there?" Gabriel asked pointing up the stairs at the end of the hall.
"That's the attic, which has been converted into my office," was Tillie's reply. "So here you go. It's not much, but it is clean and it's yours for now. I suggest you get some sleep, because in a few hours, we need to work on getting you some identification and other basics like clothes. I am going to have one of my staff bring you some towels and a change of clothes for the later this morning. We usually serve breakfast at eight in the morning, but if you want to sleep a little later, we will save you something to eat. Any questions?"
Gabriel looked around the room. "No," he said shaking his head. "I think you covered it all for now. I am not used to sleeping, but whatever power shortage I have going on, I think I could use a nap. But I am definitely not missing a meal, so you can count on me being there for breakfast."
"Alright then, I'll see you in a few hours." With that, Tillie left Gabriel on his own in the room, and went up to her office. She didn't have time to go home to get any sleep, or even shower, so she would just have to catch a nap on the couch in her office. She took off her hoodie and threw it on the back of the couch, grabbed a pillow and blanket and settled in, trying to push aside thoughts of Gabriel.
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Gabriel sat up in the bed, rubbed a hand across his face and looked around the sparse room again. He had only gotten a little sleep and was surprised that he still felt like he needed more. But his stomach was actually growling. Before, he had always eaten for pleasure. Now he was hungry. He looked over at the clock. It was 7:30 a.m. He still had some time before breakfast.
He still didn't understand how in ended up in St. Louis. One minute his was standing up to Lucifer on behalf of humans and taking a knife to the chest for his efforts. The next he was waking up in alley with a drunk guy over him. And for his efforts, he was rewarded with a loss of his powers and hauled off to the hospital like he was out of his ever loving mind. If it hadn't been for Tillie, he would probably be in a padded cell somewhere right now. While his current digs weren't up to his usual standards, it could be worse. And it would at least be somewhere he could stay while he tried to figure out how to get back his powers.
There was a knock on the door. Gabriel looked up to see a tall man with dark hair and eyes standing in the doorway. "Hello," he said with a deep voice. "I just came by to check on you."
"Yeah," Gabriel replied. "Tillie said someone would be coming by. I am guessing that would be you."
The man raised his eyebrow at that but said nothing, so Gabriel continued. "So are you an orderly or something?"
"I guess you could say it is my responsibility to keep order," the man replied with a smile.
"You're kinda of strange, you know that? You seem familiar, too. Have we met before?" Gabriel asked as he got out of the bed. "And hey, did you bring the towels and clothes that Tillie promised?"
"No," the man answered. "We haven't met before and I didn't bring the those things. I suppose someone else will have to do that."
"Then why even bother stopping by my room?" Gabriel griped.
The man stepped forward and placed his hand on Gabriel's shoulder. "I know you don't want to be here right now, and you are confused by many things. But trust me when I say that this is the safest place for you at the moment, and you are in good hands with Tillie." At that, the man turned and left.
Gabriel just rolled his eyes and began looking through the small closet and dresser drawers to see if he could find anything of use to him.
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Aaron Steeple had worked at Tillie Chambers' group home for nearly the last two years while he was going to grad school. He knew the inner working of the home almost as well as he knew Tillie. So he knew she was exhausted right now. He was going to get this new guy some supplies before starting on breakfast so she could get as much sleep as possible. As he made his way down the hallway on the second floor, he saw a man with dark hair leaving the guy's room. "Excuse me, can I help you?" Aaron called out.
"Oh, I'm just helping out," the man said. "Checking on the new guy."
"Who exactly are you?" Aaron asked skeptically. "I've never seen you before and Tillie didn't say anything about a new employee."
"Oh, the temp agency sent me over to help out. My name's Michael. I need to go downstairs and take care of few things. The new guy is looking for that stuff." The man pointed to the towels and clothes Aaron held in hands and then went downstairs. Aaron continued on to take the supplies to Gabriel's room and made a mental note to ask Tillie about this guy from the temp agency later.
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Tillie was having disturbing dreams about Gabriel following her around at Comic Con, demanding explanations and only having his delusions being reinforced by unsuspecting fans, when a knock at her office door woke her up. She groggily answered "Come in" and saw Aaron Steeple peek his head around the corner.
"I hate to wake you, Till, but we are serving breakfast and I know you have a full day ahead of you, trying to get Gabriel settled in."
"Thanks Aaron," she mumbled. "Any chance there is coffee downstairs?"
"Got a full pot read to go," Aaron smiled. "Hey, Till, in all the confusion with the new guy last night, did you forget to tell us about the fact that you had a temp agency sending us someone to help out?"
"What?" Tillie exclaimed sitting up quickly. "I didn't have anyone coming from a temp agency. What are you talking about?"
"There was some guy up in Gabriel's room. Said his name was Michael and that a temp agency sent him."
But before Tillie could ask Aaron any more questions, they were interrupted by shouting coming from the dining room downstairs.
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