Gabriel, Interrupted 4/?
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: 2093, 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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
It wasn't until the next day that Gabriel got rid of his headache. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that things seemed off. The lights still seemed too bright to him, the noises still seemed too loud. He also hadn't yet figured out how to go about restoring his Grace and thereby his powers. Without them, he couldn't really reach out and try to sense any of the others in the Host. Not that there were many among them that he would trust to help him out of his current dilemma. Castiel was probably the only one he would remotely consider asking for help, but after their last encounter in TV land, he doubted the kid would be willing to do him any favors.
That didn't mean he still wasn't willing to try reaching out to his younger bro. Heck, he had spent half the night doing just that. Except he had to do it the human way. And how humbling was that? Calling out in prayer to your kid brother. Dad help him if anyone, especially if the Winchesters, found out about it. But it hadn't done any good. No one had shown up to help him. So it looked like he was on his own.
He decided to spend the morning looking for signs of the Apocalypse in the news. Maybe if he could find a trail of destruction across the country that might lead him to the brother that got him into this mess. Not that he wanted see dear old Luci again. But if he found him, surely the muttonheads wouldn't be far behind trying to put a stop to Lucifer's plans. Especially if they had followed the instructions he had left them on his little home video. And where the muttonheads were, then Castiel was likely to be with them.
But that too was a dead end. First of all, he couldn't use the television. At least not yet. That had been made utterly clear to him by Mr. Dave Edwards. There was a schedule to keep, and bless his little OCD heart, Dave was going to make sure that they all followed it. Apparently, as the new guy, he got to have control of the remote each day from 1 pm-2 pm and every Thursday night. So the news channels would have to wait. On the upside, he might be able to catch the latest Dr. Sexy, M.D. when it aired this week. And he would have searched the newspapers if they had been available. But apparently, today was recycling day, and they had already been picked up by the local trash service.
So he went in search of Tillie, to see if she had a computer he could use to look up news stories. What he found was the lower half of a human body sticking out from under the kitchen sink. "Tillie?" he asked hesitantly. "Gotta a minute?"
"Can it wait?" came the muffled response. "Kinda of busy here."
"Everything alright under there?" he ventured.
"Oh yeah, sure. This is just where I like to spend my coffee breaks," Tillie said as she came out from under the sink with a grease smudge on her forehead, wrench in her hand. "Actually, I'm trying to fix the garbage disposal. It seems that it can't handle the combination of too much Cream of Wheat and grease being dumped down the sink."
"Oh, geesh. Sorry about that," Gabriel said sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.
"Well, if it's any consolation," Tillie offered, "I think the grease is the real culprit. Most people don't realize how bad that is for pipes. Now, did you need something, or can I go back to being a plumber?"
"You don't pay someone else to do that for you?" he pried.
"Not if it is something I can do myself. It is how you save money, and when you run a place like this, every dime helps," she replied. "So?"
"Oh, yeah, um…do you have a computer I could use?"
"Why do you need a computer?" Tillie eyed him skeptically. "You're not using any computer in this building for porn, I'll tell you that right now. But Aaron did tell me you remembered a place where you might have a few possessions, including some ID. So maybe you want to research jobs or something for when you have your stuff back and are able to work? That I would allow."
Gabriel raised his eyebrows. So Aaron had already come up with a lie for how he would suddenly have ID and had told Tillie but not him? That guy was a piece of work. He was definitely going to have to keep an eye on him. "Erm…research…yeah," Gabriel answered.
"Okay," Tillie said. "I'm about done here. Just give me a few minutes and I'll get you set up on a laptop."
Tillie got him set up on the laptop shortly thereafter and he began searching for news stories. But that, too, seemed to be a dead end, for there was nothing out of the ordinary in the news. Sure, you had your regular wars going on, as wells crime sprees, economic collapses and natural disasters. There were even a few things that might attract the attention of a hunter or two. But nothing that screamed "Apocalypse Now-ish." He banged on the keyboard in frustration. This was getting him nowhere.
"Hey!" Tillie exclaimed. "What'd the computer do to you? Not finding anything?"
"No, not really," he grumbled. And then, something on the bottom right hand corner of the computer screen caught his attention. That couldn't be right, could it?
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
She was small, so small most would consider her insignificant. But it was an error in judgment to do so. For while the capacity to sin did lie within the human heart, and the responsibility for each choice belonged to the person who made it, it was her job to take things like insecurity, boredom, irritability and sadness and help them grow. Grow so that person who harbored those feelings would be more open to making poor choices, more open to falling into sin, and more importantly, more open to the manipulations of her superiors. Superiors who could possess humans or make deals with them. Hence, despite her stature, she was quite important. For she was the first line of attack in the war against humanity.
Despite her importance, for the majority of her existence, she was used to being ignored. She was ignored by the humans she was sent to infiltrate, she was ignored by her superiors and she was ignored by the enemy, who usually didn't even notice her presence. That was the case now. They had failed to notice her, so she had been able to overhear the entire conversation.
This is how she learned about an inter-dimensional mission, whatever that was, while trying to play on the social insecurities of one Debbie Mayer. She quickly abandoned Debbie for the time being in order to more fully listen to the two angels conversing. Apparently this mission also involved two others, a male and female, and more importantly, the angles were concerned about attracting the enemy's attention. That included her, and more likely, her superiors. She had information her superiors would value. Information that could perhaps lead her to a promotion.
The question at hand for her was, did she continue to follow the angels and try to gather more information, or immediately report what she already knew to her superiors?
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
"Tillie, is this right?" Gabriel demanded.
"Is what right?" she asked, walking over to the computer.
"The date, here on the bottom corner of the screen," he pointed out.
"Well, yeah, why?" Tillie watched him with concern, wondering what could have upset him. "Is something wrong?"
Gabriel just stared at the computer. This changed everything. The date in the lower right hand corner showed that it was February of 2011. More than a year after he had been in Muncie. How had he missed all of that time? Had he been dead for that long, only to have his Dad stick him back in the world? And why did he turn up over three hundred miles away from where he died and without his Grace? Did Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber really manage to avert the Apocalypse? Is that why his news search turned up nothing? He had more questions than answers. This was getting him nowhere.
"Everything and nothing" he finally said, slowly exhaling. "I think I am done researching for now. Maybe I'll go use my television time to try and find some mindless entertainment."
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
Tillie was worried about Gabriel. Whatever it was that he had been researching, in combination with today's date, of all things, seemed to trigger a reaction in him. While she wanted him to become uncomfortable with his delusions and start to face reality, she also wanted him to talk about those things and not keep them bottled up. She also needed him to have funding in place to afford a psychiatrist or at least a doctor who would be willing to see him at no charge until funding was available. But she wasn't sure he was ready to admit he needed a doctor.
Fortunately, Aaron was true to his word. When he came in that afternoon, he had a birth certificate and social security card for Gabriel. According to Aaron, Gabriel had told him that he had a memory of an apartment on the south side of town. Aaron had only found a few clothes and the few pieces of ID there. Aaron said it didn't even looked lived in. But she could use those things to help Gabriel get a state ID card, as well as apply for state funding.
She went to find Gabriel so they could start the process for applying for funding. When she found him, he was in the living room arguing with Gene Watkins over a television show.
"It's a blatant rip off, I tell you!" Gabriel complained. "I don't know how these people aren't getting sued. All of the characters, the storylines, everything! It is like they just changed the names and called it their own."
"They're not going to get sued, because there is no show called Dr. Sexy, M.D." Gene told him. "Seriously, dude. Do you live in some kind of fantasy world? I'm mean, Grey's Anatomy isn't my cup of tea to begin with, but I don't go inventing my own TV programs."
Tillie froze. Gabriel was watching Grey's Anatomy and he was arguing with Gene. He thought Grey's was a rip-off of Dr. Sexy. Every time she thought he was closer to reality, something like this smacked her in the face. He didn't seem to crack at all. That wasn't typical. He should be struggling when confronted with these realities.
She took a deep breath. "Gabriel, can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, sure Tillie. I'm tired of this second rate knock-off of Dr. Sexy, anyway," he replied as he followed her up to her office.
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
He was a soldier. He was used to fighting the enemy. He wasn't used to hearing prayers invoked directly to him. He had always been relatively unknown. Not like his Father, or his elder brothers. And he only answered them when they were part of his Father's will.
That had changed in the last couple of years. He had become more widely known due to a human form of entertainment that assigned his name and even some of his characteristics, to one of its personalities. Since then, more humans had directly prayed to him. He did not completely understand this phenomenon. But he still only answered prayers if his Father willed it.
Last night, he had heard one of the strangest prayers of all directed towards him. "Yo, dude, please! Can you help a brother out, here? I know I kind of screwed you over there the last time I saw you, but I'm really in a bind. I lost my Grace and I don't know who else to turn to."
Even more strange was that his eldest brother had directed him very specifically how to answer this prayer. He wasn't allowed to show himself to the supplicant. In general, he usually never was. But at the right moment, he was to direct the supplicant to a periodical which contained an article; an article about the very form of human entertainment that had caused the increase in prayers that he had been receiving.
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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: 2093, 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.
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
It wasn't until the next day that Gabriel got rid of his headache. But he still couldn't shake the feeling that things seemed off. The lights still seemed too bright to him, the noises still seemed too loud. He also hadn't yet figured out how to go about restoring his Grace and thereby his powers. Without them, he couldn't really reach out and try to sense any of the others in the Host. Not that there were many among them that he would trust to help him out of his current dilemma. Castiel was probably the only one he would remotely consider asking for help, but after their last encounter in TV land, he doubted the kid would be willing to do him any favors.
That didn't mean he still wasn't willing to try reaching out to his younger bro. Heck, he had spent half the night doing just that. Except he had to do it the human way. And how humbling was that? Calling out in prayer to your kid brother. Dad help him if anyone, especially if the Winchesters, found out about it. But it hadn't done any good. No one had shown up to help him. So it looked like he was on his own.
He decided to spend the morning looking for signs of the Apocalypse in the news. Maybe if he could find a trail of destruction across the country that might lead him to the brother that got him into this mess. Not that he wanted see dear old Luci again. But if he found him, surely the muttonheads wouldn't be far behind trying to put a stop to Lucifer's plans. Especially if they had followed the instructions he had left them on his little home video. And where the muttonheads were, then Castiel was likely to be with them.
But that too was a dead end. First of all, he couldn't use the television. At least not yet. That had been made utterly clear to him by Mr. Dave Edwards. There was a schedule to keep, and bless his little OCD heart, Dave was going to make sure that they all followed it. Apparently, as the new guy, he got to have control of the remote each day from 1 pm-2 pm and every Thursday night. So the news channels would have to wait. On the upside, he might be able to catch the latest Dr. Sexy, M.D. when it aired this week. And he would have searched the newspapers if they had been available. But apparently, today was recycling day, and they had already been picked up by the local trash service.
So he went in search of Tillie, to see if she had a computer he could use to look up news stories. What he found was the lower half of a human body sticking out from under the kitchen sink. "Tillie?" he asked hesitantly. "Gotta a minute?"
"Can it wait?" came the muffled response. "Kinda of busy here."
"Everything alright under there?" he ventured.
"Oh yeah, sure. This is just where I like to spend my coffee breaks," Tillie said as she came out from under the sink with a grease smudge on her forehead, wrench in her hand. "Actually, I'm trying to fix the garbage disposal. It seems that it can't handle the combination of too much Cream of Wheat and grease being dumped down the sink."
"Oh, geesh. Sorry about that," Gabriel said sheepishly, running a hand through his hair.
"Well, if it's any consolation," Tillie offered, "I think the grease is the real culprit. Most people don't realize how bad that is for pipes. Now, did you need something, or can I go back to being a plumber?"
"You don't pay someone else to do that for you?" he pried.
"Not if it is something I can do myself. It is how you save money, and when you run a place like this, every dime helps," she replied. "So?"
"Oh, yeah, um…do you have a computer I could use?"
"Why do you need a computer?" Tillie eyed him skeptically. "You're not using any computer in this building for porn, I'll tell you that right now. But Aaron did tell me you remembered a place where you might have a few possessions, including some ID. So maybe you want to research jobs or something for when you have your stuff back and are able to work? That I would allow."
Gabriel raised his eyebrows. So Aaron had already come up with a lie for how he would suddenly have ID and had told Tillie but not him? That guy was a piece of work. He was definitely going to have to keep an eye on him. "Erm…research…yeah," Gabriel answered.
"Okay," Tillie said. "I'm about done here. Just give me a few minutes and I'll get you set up on a laptop."
Tillie got him set up on the laptop shortly thereafter and he began searching for news stories. But that, too, seemed to be a dead end, for there was nothing out of the ordinary in the news. Sure, you had your regular wars going on, as wells crime sprees, economic collapses and natural disasters. There were even a few things that might attract the attention of a hunter or two. But nothing that screamed "Apocalypse Now-ish." He banged on the keyboard in frustration. This was getting him nowhere.
"Hey!" Tillie exclaimed. "What'd the computer do to you? Not finding anything?"
"No, not really," he grumbled. And then, something on the bottom right hand corner of the computer screen caught his attention. That couldn't be right, could it?
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
She was small, so small most would consider her insignificant. But it was an error in judgment to do so. For while the capacity to sin did lie within the human heart, and the responsibility for each choice belonged to the person who made it, it was her job to take things like insecurity, boredom, irritability and sadness and help them grow. Grow so that person who harbored those feelings would be more open to making poor choices, more open to falling into sin, and more importantly, more open to the manipulations of her superiors. Superiors who could possess humans or make deals with them. Hence, despite her stature, she was quite important. For she was the first line of attack in the war against humanity.
Despite her importance, for the majority of her existence, she was used to being ignored. She was ignored by the humans she was sent to infiltrate, she was ignored by her superiors and she was ignored by the enemy, who usually didn't even notice her presence. That was the case now. They had failed to notice her, so she had been able to overhear the entire conversation.
This is how she learned about an inter-dimensional mission, whatever that was, while trying to play on the social insecurities of one Debbie Mayer. She quickly abandoned Debbie for the time being in order to more fully listen to the two angels conversing. Apparently this mission also involved two others, a male and female, and more importantly, the angles were concerned about attracting the enemy's attention. That included her, and more likely, her superiors. She had information her superiors would value. Information that could perhaps lead her to a promotion.
The question at hand for her was, did she continue to follow the angels and try to gather more information, or immediately report what she already knew to her superiors?
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
"Tillie, is this right?" Gabriel demanded.
"Is what right?" she asked, walking over to the computer.
"The date, here on the bottom corner of the screen," he pointed out.
"Well, yeah, why?" Tillie watched him with concern, wondering what could have upset him. "Is something wrong?"
Gabriel just stared at the computer. This changed everything. The date in the lower right hand corner showed that it was February of 2011. More than a year after he had been in Muncie. How had he missed all of that time? Had he been dead for that long, only to have his Dad stick him back in the world? And why did he turn up over three hundred miles away from where he died and without his Grace? Did Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dumber really manage to avert the Apocalypse? Is that why his news search turned up nothing? He had more questions than answers. This was getting him nowhere.
"Everything and nothing" he finally said, slowly exhaling. "I think I am done researching for now. Maybe I'll go use my television time to try and find some mindless entertainment."
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
Tillie was worried about Gabriel. Whatever it was that he had been researching, in combination with today's date, of all things, seemed to trigger a reaction in him. While she wanted him to become uncomfortable with his delusions and start to face reality, she also wanted him to talk about those things and not keep them bottled up. She also needed him to have funding in place to afford a psychiatrist or at least a doctor who would be willing to see him at no charge until funding was available. But she wasn't sure he was ready to admit he needed a doctor.
Fortunately, Aaron was true to his word. When he came in that afternoon, he had a birth certificate and social security card for Gabriel. According to Aaron, Gabriel had told him that he had a memory of an apartment on the south side of town. Aaron had only found a few clothes and the few pieces of ID there. Aaron said it didn't even looked lived in. But she could use those things to help Gabriel get a state ID card, as well as apply for state funding.
She went to find Gabriel so they could start the process for applying for funding. When she found him, he was in the living room arguing with Gene Watkins over a television show.
"It's a blatant rip off, I tell you!" Gabriel complained. "I don't know how these people aren't getting sued. All of the characters, the storylines, everything! It is like they just changed the names and called it their own."
"They're not going to get sued, because there is no show called Dr. Sexy, M.D." Gene told him. "Seriously, dude. Do you live in some kind of fantasy world? I'm mean, Grey's Anatomy isn't my cup of tea to begin with, but I don't go inventing my own TV programs."
Tillie froze. Gabriel was watching Grey's Anatomy and he was arguing with Gene. He thought Grey's was a rip-off of Dr. Sexy. Every time she thought he was closer to reality, something like this smacked her in the face. He didn't seem to crack at all. That wasn't typical. He should be struggling when confronted with these realities.
She took a deep breath. "Gabriel, can I talk to you?"
"Yeah, sure Tillie. I'm tired of this second rate knock-off of Dr. Sexy, anyway," he replied as he followed her up to her office.
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
He was a soldier. He was used to fighting the enemy. He wasn't used to hearing prayers invoked directly to him. He had always been relatively unknown. Not like his Father, or his elder brothers. And he only answered them when they were part of his Father's will.
That had changed in the last couple of years. He had become more widely known due to a human form of entertainment that assigned his name and even some of his characteristics, to one of its personalities. Since then, more humans had directly prayed to him. He did not completely understand this phenomenon. But he still only answered prayers if his Father willed it.
Last night, he had heard one of the strangest prayers of all directed towards him. "Yo, dude, please! Can you help a brother out, here? I know I kind of screwed you over there the last time I saw you, but I'm really in a bind. I lost my Grace and I don't know who else to turn to."
Even more strange was that his eldest brother had directed him very specifically how to answer this prayer. He wasn't allowed to show himself to the supplicant. In general, he usually never was. But at the right moment, he was to direct the supplicant to a periodical which contained an article; an article about the very form of human entertainment that had caused the increase in prayers that he had been receiving.
Next