Gabriel, Interrupted 5/?
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: 2443, 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: I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine.Thanks to all of you. You have been wonderfully supportive.
Chapters 01 02 03 04
"So," Tillie began cautiously as they walked up the stairs to her office. "You don't like Grey's Anatomy very much, do you?"
"Like it? It's a cheap imitation of the original," Gabriel spat out.
"Original?" Tillie said skeptically. "Okay, I really don't have time to get into this conversation right now. But really, one day soon we need to talk about what is and isn't original. The real reason I brought you up here was so we could work on your applications for funding, since Aaron brought me your birth certificate and social security card, Mr. Milton."
Milton? Gabriel groaned inwardly. Whoever had stuck him here without his Grace was now thumbing their nose at him. Seriously? Paradise Lost? What kind of sick joke was this? Not that he could argue with anyone about it. So he decided to do some digging. "Aaron, huh? So, how well do you know your employees, Tillie?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him, as she handed him the forms he need to complete. "Why do you ask?"
"What? The employees here are responsible for helping us and we don't get to know the least little bit about them?" He scanned the forms. Geesh, these government types wanted to know every last detail about you. He just started making up some of the details as he went along. It wasn't like he could write down the truth. Like this one here, "Are all of the persons applying for MO HealthNet U.S. citizens?" Technically, no he wasn't a citizen, but he didn't think that would go over very well, especially since he now had a U.S. birth certificate and social security card courtesy of one Aaron Steeple.
"O-kay," she said slowly. "Well, he's a grad student working his way through school."
"And why does he want to work here?" Gabriel pressed, as he continued to fill out the application. Ah, another question to lie about. "Do you have any children?" Hmm, he didn't think telling them about Hel, Fen, Jorgi or Sleipnir would be easy to explain either. So that was decidedly a no.
"He needed job experience. He hadn't worked anywhere before I hired him," she reluctantly told Gabriel.
"You mean this is his first job?" Gabriel snorted. "Imagine that. Where did you find him, under a rock?"
"You know, for someone who needs a hand up themselves, you aren't very understanding when someone else does, too" Tillie huffed. "He grew up in a rough neighborhood. He was one of the lucky few who never got into a gang or got into any trouble."
"More like never got caught," Gabriel muttered.
"What was that?" Tillie asked.
"Nothing," he covered. "Just something on the form."
"He got a scholarship to college, but he never had work experience until I hired him. He has been here almost two years now. It's the only job he has ever known."
Well trying to help the only employer he had ever known might explain why he was so insistent on getting funding, but it didn't explain why he had to be a jerk about it. "So, Till, is this government funding the only way for me to stay here? I mean isn't there any other way to cover my expenses?"
Tillie looked at him, her eyes blinking in surprise. "Well, most people apply for the funding, but on rare occasion, some people choose to pay for it with private funds."
"Like if I got a job?" he asked.
"Well, a job would only cover your room and board," she answered. "It doesn't cover the other things, like the staff that help you out. That is a large part of what the funding goes towards."
"Well, I don't really need help from the staff now do I?" he tried to point out.
"Yeah, right," she mocked. "Because they don't cook every meal you request or do laundry or clean up after you. Why are you so opposed to getting funding anyway?"
Gabriel thought about this for a minute. If he told her the truth, that Aaron had gotten fake IDs because he didn't have a last name, then he would be back to square one. Trying to explain why he had no last name would lead Tillie down the "Gabriel must be crazy" line of thinking. He didn't trust that using those IDs wouldn't bring her a whole lot of trouble. But if he used them to get a job, then the worst thing that could happen was that he and maybe Aaron would get in trouble. And he didn't plan on being around forever, so it didn't matter if he got himself into trouble.
"I just don't want to have to rely on anyone else, including government funding," he finally answered. "So if I start pulling my own weight around here and get a job, would you consider just putting this application away for now?"
Tillie looked at him for a long time. "How would you get back and forth to work, providing you could even get a job?"
"Okay, so maybe I would need you to take me, but that is all I would ask you to do, Scout's Honor," he said, giving her a military salute.
Tillie just rolled her eyes, but she did stick the application in her desk drawer and Gabriel broke out in a huge grin.
"Don't get ahead of yourself yet," Tillie warned. "Do you even have an idea what kind of job you can get?"
"Well, I have worked as a janitor before."
"Oh, you're not going there are you?" Tillie begged, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gabriel demanded with a sense of indignation.
Darn, it! There were just too many instances when she found herself comparing him to the Gabriel that was on television. She bit her lower lip. Why did he seem to bring out the worst in her? "Well, it's just that you've only been here a few days and you've barley shown any inclination to clean up after yourself let alone help out with household chores. So why would you take a job as a janitor?"
"I dunno. 'Cause I've been one before?" he said shuffling his feet. "So it's probably something I can handle."
"Fine," she gave in. "I guess we'll start there. But first we have to take these documents and get you a state ID."
She found him a job as a janitor at a local office building. He lasted a day. When he had to clean the restrooms, he balked when he saw how disgusting they were. It was bad enough having to sweep and mop up after people, let alone empty the trash receptacles in the building. The smell of the dumpster out back was enough to make even him lose his appetite. Well, for an hour anyway. He wasn't going to touch any of those toilets. Were people really that gross? He left his cleaning cart outside, told his boss he wasn't coming back and called Tillie asking her to come get him. She wasn't the least bit surprised.
His next venture into the work world was at a bakery. He thought it was the perfect place to work and he couldn't wait to get started. Tillie cautioned him against it.
"Just because you like to eat sweets doesn't mean you should work with sweets," she warned.
"Nonsense," he said. "I'll be perfect for the job."
As usual, Tillie was right. He was supposed to help decorate cakes and cookies. He spent most of the day sneaking cakes and cookies into his mouth. Tillie got a call from the owner of the bakery to come pick when she found him sitting on the back counter, feet dangling off the side, with a large mixing bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, just eating straight out of the dish. Tillie drove him back to the group home in silence, fuming the entire time. Despite Gabriel's efforts to apologize, he couldn't get a response out of her the whole way home.
Tillie insisted that she help pick out his jobs from then on. She helped him find a job as a security guard on the night shift at a warehouse. He had to sit at a desk and watch monitors through the night, and occasionally walk the building. It wasn't that complicated and she thought he could handle it. Although he hadn't been sleeping at night for very long, he had actually grown fond of it, so he was already complaining about giving up sleep. Tillie informed him he could just sleep during the day instead. He decided to give it a try, thinking that watching the monitors would be similar to watching television, but he hadn't realized those monitors would lack any actual entertainment. He kept nodding off all night long because he was so bored. There was no way he was coming back for more sleepless torture. He couldn't imagine a job more tedious than this. It was like watching paint dry.
He was wrong.
For his next job, he watched paint dry.
"You weren't supposed to actually sit there all day on you rear and do nothing! You were hired as a painter, which would imply that at some point in the day you actually pick up a paint brush in your hand and apply paint to the wall," Tillie yelled at him while he actually leaned against the passenger door in order to put some distance between them. Unlike their journey home from the bakery, Gabriel didn't think she had stopped yelling at him the entire way home. "And you never insult the home owner on their choice of paint color."
"But in my defense," Gabriel offered, "it really did look like the color of dog vomit. Who wants to eat in a dining room painted that color?"
"Apparently they did!" she shrieked. "You weren't hired for your decorating sense. And you definitely weren't hired to eat their supply of Oreos! Which, by the way, if you keep eating the way you have been you are going to gain some serious weight!"
"Are you calling me fat?" he groused, clearly insulted.
"Not yet," she sniggered. "But you have gained five pounds since you moved in. If you keep tossing back the cookies like you have been, it's going to catch up with you sooner rather than later."
Later that evening, Gabriel was looking for jobs on the computer. "Hey, Tillie!" he called out. "I think I found something!"
While drying dishes, she looked over his shoulder at the job description he was reading. She shook her head and laughed, "No, that's not for you. Why would you even bother?"
"I think I would look great in the uniform. But why shouldn't I try?" he pouted.
"For starters, you don't even have a driver's license. So I really don't think that PepsiCo is going to hire you as a truck driver. Keep looking, alright?"
His next job came with much more upfront paperwork, but that is what happens with a government job. What he wasn't expecting was plenty of admonishment from Tillie before he even started.
"I swear by all that is holy, Gabriel, if I get a phone call from someone saying that you've gone postal today, you will learn a new definition of smite from my own hands. Do you understand me?"
He just quietly nodded his head, and backed out of the car. Amazingly, the whole day passed without any phone calls. Still slightly nervous about it all, Tillie arrived at the post office shortly before closing to see exactly how he was doing. She was greeted in the lobby by the supervisor, Lizzie Jones. "Hello Ms. Chambers. Where have you been hiding this guy?" thumbing over her shoulder towards Gabriel. "He has been a wonderful addition to our branch here. He didn't like sorting mail very much, but he was absolutely wonderful working the counter. All of the customers loved him!"
"He didn't have any problems?" Tillie asked hesitantly.
"Well everyone has a learning curve at a new job. But he will catch on to the overall routine in no time. The only other issue was that this guy sure does like to talk, maybe just a little too much."
"Tell me about it," Tillie laughed nervously.
Just then, Gabriel came out, ready to leave for the day. "See you later, Mrs. Jones"
"See you tomorrow, Gabriel!"
"You did it Gabriel!" Tillie said, astounded. "You found a job!
"Well, gee, don't sound so surprised," he said. "I guess the fifth time's a charm, heh? I should've known from the start to stick with my skill set."
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
She made the decision to stay and try to gather more information before reporting to her superiors. One of the angels immediately left and the other stayed behind in the city, so she decided to follow him. He was watching a home in a quiet neighborhood where several people came and went throughout the day. She couldn't imagine what interest it held for him, but she decided to watch from the shadows for at least the time being. She had almost given up and decided to leave and report what she knew to her superiors when one person caught her eye.
He was a young man who was filled with the type of human emotion she that she usually preyed upon. Once she saw him, she immediately hopped up and sat on his shoulder and began encouraging his doubts. She hated being so cliché, but it did help her more effectively accomplish her goals.
And boy, was this kid full of insecurities. He was worried about his employer loosing funding. He didn't trust one of the newer residents. He was concerned about some poor choices that he had made. So she just tightened the screws. She dug into his brain and encouraged him to snoop in the office of his boss. Jackpot! He found some paperwork he wasn't supposed to know about. Some type of application for funding that hadn't been turned in for the new resident. She could feel the anger burn within him. She egged it on, reminding him that if there wasn't funding it would be his job that would be in jeopardy. And so she managed to help Aaron Steeple to take matters in his own hands and turn an application for funding into the State of Missouri for a Gabriel Milton.
Satisfied that her work was done here for the time being, she decided to leave and share what she learned with her superiors about the visiting angels who were on an inter-dimensional mission.
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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: 2443, 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: I don't have a beta, so all mistakes are mine.Thanks to all of you. You have been wonderfully supportive.
Chapters 01 02 03 04
"So," Tillie began cautiously as they walked up the stairs to her office. "You don't like Grey's Anatomy very much, do you?"
"Like it? It's a cheap imitation of the original," Gabriel spat out.
"Original?" Tillie said skeptically. "Okay, I really don't have time to get into this conversation right now. But really, one day soon we need to talk about what is and isn't original. The real reason I brought you up here was so we could work on your applications for funding, since Aaron brought me your birth certificate and social security card, Mr. Milton."
Milton? Gabriel groaned inwardly. Whoever had stuck him here without his Grace was now thumbing their nose at him. Seriously? Paradise Lost? What kind of sick joke was this? Not that he could argue with anyone about it. So he decided to do some digging. "Aaron, huh? So, how well do you know your employees, Tillie?"
Her eyes narrowed suspiciously at him, as she handed him the forms he need to complete. "Why do you ask?"
"What? The employees here are responsible for helping us and we don't get to know the least little bit about them?" He scanned the forms. Geesh, these government types wanted to know every last detail about you. He just started making up some of the details as he went along. It wasn't like he could write down the truth. Like this one here, "Are all of the persons applying for MO HealthNet U.S. citizens?" Technically, no he wasn't a citizen, but he didn't think that would go over very well, especially since he now had a U.S. birth certificate and social security card courtesy of one Aaron Steeple.
"O-kay," she said slowly. "Well, he's a grad student working his way through school."
"And why does he want to work here?" Gabriel pressed, as he continued to fill out the application. Ah, another question to lie about. "Do you have any children?" Hmm, he didn't think telling them about Hel, Fen, Jorgi or Sleipnir would be easy to explain either. So that was decidedly a no.
"He needed job experience. He hadn't worked anywhere before I hired him," she reluctantly told Gabriel.
"You mean this is his first job?" Gabriel snorted. "Imagine that. Where did you find him, under a rock?"
"You know, for someone who needs a hand up themselves, you aren't very understanding when someone else does, too" Tillie huffed. "He grew up in a rough neighborhood. He was one of the lucky few who never got into a gang or got into any trouble."
"More like never got caught," Gabriel muttered.
"What was that?" Tillie asked.
"Nothing," he covered. "Just something on the form."
"He got a scholarship to college, but he never had work experience until I hired him. He has been here almost two years now. It's the only job he has ever known."
Well trying to help the only employer he had ever known might explain why he was so insistent on getting funding, but it didn't explain why he had to be a jerk about it. "So, Till, is this government funding the only way for me to stay here? I mean isn't there any other way to cover my expenses?"
Tillie looked at him, her eyes blinking in surprise. "Well, most people apply for the funding, but on rare occasion, some people choose to pay for it with private funds."
"Like if I got a job?" he asked.
"Well, a job would only cover your room and board," she answered. "It doesn't cover the other things, like the staff that help you out. That is a large part of what the funding goes towards."
"Well, I don't really need help from the staff now do I?" he tried to point out.
"Yeah, right," she mocked. "Because they don't cook every meal you request or do laundry or clean up after you. Why are you so opposed to getting funding anyway?"
Gabriel thought about this for a minute. If he told her the truth, that Aaron had gotten fake IDs because he didn't have a last name, then he would be back to square one. Trying to explain why he had no last name would lead Tillie down the "Gabriel must be crazy" line of thinking. He didn't trust that using those IDs wouldn't bring her a whole lot of trouble. But if he used them to get a job, then the worst thing that could happen was that he and maybe Aaron would get in trouble. And he didn't plan on being around forever, so it didn't matter if he got himself into trouble.
"I just don't want to have to rely on anyone else, including government funding," he finally answered. "So if I start pulling my own weight around here and get a job, would you consider just putting this application away for now?"
Tillie looked at him for a long time. "How would you get back and forth to work, providing you could even get a job?"
"Okay, so maybe I would need you to take me, but that is all I would ask you to do, Scout's Honor," he said, giving her a military salute.
Tillie just rolled her eyes, but she did stick the application in her desk drawer and Gabriel broke out in a huge grin.
"Don't get ahead of yourself yet," Tillie warned. "Do you even have an idea what kind of job you can get?"
"Well, I have worked as a janitor before."
"Oh, you're not going there are you?" Tillie begged, her eyes widened in disbelief.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Gabriel demanded with a sense of indignation.
Darn, it! There were just too many instances when she found herself comparing him to the Gabriel that was on television. She bit her lower lip. Why did he seem to bring out the worst in her? "Well, it's just that you've only been here a few days and you've barley shown any inclination to clean up after yourself let alone help out with household chores. So why would you take a job as a janitor?"
"I dunno. 'Cause I've been one before?" he said shuffling his feet. "So it's probably something I can handle."
"Fine," she gave in. "I guess we'll start there. But first we have to take these documents and get you a state ID."
She found him a job as a janitor at a local office building. He lasted a day. When he had to clean the restrooms, he balked when he saw how disgusting they were. It was bad enough having to sweep and mop up after people, let alone empty the trash receptacles in the building. The smell of the dumpster out back was enough to make even him lose his appetite. Well, for an hour anyway. He wasn't going to touch any of those toilets. Were people really that gross? He left his cleaning cart outside, told his boss he wasn't coming back and called Tillie asking her to come get him. She wasn't the least bit surprised.
His next venture into the work world was at a bakery. He thought it was the perfect place to work and he couldn't wait to get started. Tillie cautioned him against it.
"Just because you like to eat sweets doesn't mean you should work with sweets," she warned.
"Nonsense," he said. "I'll be perfect for the job."
As usual, Tillie was right. He was supposed to help decorate cakes and cookies. He spent most of the day sneaking cakes and cookies into his mouth. Tillie got a call from the owner of the bakery to come pick when she found him sitting on the back counter, feet dangling off the side, with a large mixing bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, just eating straight out of the dish. Tillie drove him back to the group home in silence, fuming the entire time. Despite Gabriel's efforts to apologize, he couldn't get a response out of her the whole way home.
Tillie insisted that she help pick out his jobs from then on. She helped him find a job as a security guard on the night shift at a warehouse. He had to sit at a desk and watch monitors through the night, and occasionally walk the building. It wasn't that complicated and she thought he could handle it. Although he hadn't been sleeping at night for very long, he had actually grown fond of it, so he was already complaining about giving up sleep. Tillie informed him he could just sleep during the day instead. He decided to give it a try, thinking that watching the monitors would be similar to watching television, but he hadn't realized those monitors would lack any actual entertainment. He kept nodding off all night long because he was so bored. There was no way he was coming back for more sleepless torture. He couldn't imagine a job more tedious than this. It was like watching paint dry.
He was wrong.
For his next job, he watched paint dry.
"You weren't supposed to actually sit there all day on you rear and do nothing! You were hired as a painter, which would imply that at some point in the day you actually pick up a paint brush in your hand and apply paint to the wall," Tillie yelled at him while he actually leaned against the passenger door in order to put some distance between them. Unlike their journey home from the bakery, Gabriel didn't think she had stopped yelling at him the entire way home. "And you never insult the home owner on their choice of paint color."
"But in my defense," Gabriel offered, "it really did look like the color of dog vomit. Who wants to eat in a dining room painted that color?"
"Apparently they did!" she shrieked. "You weren't hired for your decorating sense. And you definitely weren't hired to eat their supply of Oreos! Which, by the way, if you keep eating the way you have been you are going to gain some serious weight!"
"Are you calling me fat?" he groused, clearly insulted.
"Not yet," she sniggered. "But you have gained five pounds since you moved in. If you keep tossing back the cookies like you have been, it's going to catch up with you sooner rather than later."
Later that evening, Gabriel was looking for jobs on the computer. "Hey, Tillie!" he called out. "I think I found something!"
While drying dishes, she looked over his shoulder at the job description he was reading. She shook her head and laughed, "No, that's not for you. Why would you even bother?"
"I think I would look great in the uniform. But why shouldn't I try?" he pouted.
"For starters, you don't even have a driver's license. So I really don't think that PepsiCo is going to hire you as a truck driver. Keep looking, alright?"
His next job came with much more upfront paperwork, but that is what happens with a government job. What he wasn't expecting was plenty of admonishment from Tillie before he even started.
"I swear by all that is holy, Gabriel, if I get a phone call from someone saying that you've gone postal today, you will learn a new definition of smite from my own hands. Do you understand me?"
He just quietly nodded his head, and backed out of the car. Amazingly, the whole day passed without any phone calls. Still slightly nervous about it all, Tillie arrived at the post office shortly before closing to see exactly how he was doing. She was greeted in the lobby by the supervisor, Lizzie Jones. "Hello Ms. Chambers. Where have you been hiding this guy?" thumbing over her shoulder towards Gabriel. "He has been a wonderful addition to our branch here. He didn't like sorting mail very much, but he was absolutely wonderful working the counter. All of the customers loved him!"
"He didn't have any problems?" Tillie asked hesitantly.
"Well everyone has a learning curve at a new job. But he will catch on to the overall routine in no time. The only other issue was that this guy sure does like to talk, maybe just a little too much."
"Tell me about it," Tillie laughed nervously.
Just then, Gabriel came out, ready to leave for the day. "See you later, Mrs. Jones"
"See you tomorrow, Gabriel!"
"You did it Gabriel!" Tillie said, astounded. "You found a job!
"Well, gee, don't sound so surprised," he said. "I guess the fifth time's a charm, heh? I should've known from the start to stick with my skill set."
*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*gi*
She made the decision to stay and try to gather more information before reporting to her superiors. One of the angels immediately left and the other stayed behind in the city, so she decided to follow him. He was watching a home in a quiet neighborhood where several people came and went throughout the day. She couldn't imagine what interest it held for him, but she decided to watch from the shadows for at least the time being. She had almost given up and decided to leave and report what she knew to her superiors when one person caught her eye.
He was a young man who was filled with the type of human emotion she that she usually preyed upon. Once she saw him, she immediately hopped up and sat on his shoulder and began encouraging his doubts. She hated being so cliché, but it did help her more effectively accomplish her goals.
And boy, was this kid full of insecurities. He was worried about his employer loosing funding. He didn't trust one of the newer residents. He was concerned about some poor choices that he had made. So she just tightened the screws. She dug into his brain and encouraged him to snoop in the office of his boss. Jackpot! He found some paperwork he wasn't supposed to know about. Some type of application for funding that hadn't been turned in for the new resident. She could feel the anger burn within him. She egged it on, reminding him that if there wasn't funding it would be his job that would be in jeopardy. And so she managed to help Aaron Steeple to take matters in his own hands and turn an application for funding into the State of Missouri for a Gabriel Milton.
Satisfied that her work was done here for the time being, she decided to leave and share what she learned with her superiors about the visiting angels who were on an inter-dimensional mission.
Next