[NaNo] How Far We Fall
Title: How Far We Fall
Author: bagheera_101
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairings: Gabriel
Word Count: 400ish
Warnings/Spoilers: Through S6.01
Prompt: 24: Need
Summary: Gabriel's reaction to Sam's decision.
A/N: Someday I'll leave myself enough time to write proper notes. Somewhat recycled material, but hey, I'm desperate tonight. >_>
Silence. Utter silence after the long fall, after the purring of the Impala motor faded, until a rustle of wings sounded.
Gabriel.
The archangel was speaking in Enochian, the chanting vibrations of the language expressing his feelings better than most words could. His voice had deepened to that powerful monotone he had perfected for speaking this language, his native tongue.
“Did ever you wonder why I chose to be as rain falling from Heaven to Earth, not looking back? I saw a dozen human Apocalypses, or higher yet the number... saw my brothers, your sons, wrest apart my family. And what did you do? Nothing!” He switched to English and hissed out, “Humans have so many more words for dads like you... you deadbeat, selfish, uncaring son of a bitch! I'm ashamed to be your son!”
Just like Sam, Gabriel hadn't been kicked out of the family. He'd just left, when it all became too much to bear. He seemed so lively and energetic to others, narcissistic and playful. But underneath it all, a crushing, otherworldly, soul-deep defeated resignation had settled in who knew how many millennia ago, and his reaction to admiration was usually amusement first. And underneath the playful grin lay a cruel sort of amusement, a mockery of human sentiments, because it gave him something to set his sights on that wasn't a chaotic Heaven.
But something had been so different ever since he met the Winchesters. They'd hurtled into his life, stripped him of his mask and defences, and left him in a dying ring of oil fire, so very vulnerable and without a clue which way to turn. Without a punchline, or even the joke. The Trickster without a trick. And then... Sam had made him whole again. But the problem was, when Sam vanished, so did that half Gabriel had grown to count on, and suddenly, just himself wasn't enough anymore.
Gabriel's grief abruptly overwhelmed his fury again, his eyes filling with tears as he hunched over, his rounded shoulders and the contours of his body expressing his grief, if the faint grey mist around him didn't. “Monons a telocvovim. Nanaeel prdzar. Bien bahal. My heart has fallen. My power diminishes. My voice cries. “Ol gahalana adroch bransg merifri ds conisbra.” I will exist in the olive mount to protect angels and the works of man.
He stood, the mist vanishing, though he was swaying a bit with the grief that still carved deeply into him. “Ip amma yarry telocvovim.” I need no cursed heavenly providence of him that is fallen. As far as he was concerned, his father was gone and forgotten now, his existence not weighed upon his father's scale of judgment.
A moment later, he vanished into another private reality.
Author: bagheera_101
Rating: PG-13
Character/Pairings: Gabriel
Word Count: 400ish
Warnings/Spoilers: Through S6.01
Prompt: 24: Need
Summary: Gabriel's reaction to Sam's decision.
A/N: Someday I'll leave myself enough time to write proper notes. Somewhat recycled material, but hey, I'm desperate tonight. >_>
Silence. Utter silence after the long fall, after the purring of the Impala motor faded, until a rustle of wings sounded.
Gabriel.
The archangel was speaking in Enochian, the chanting vibrations of the language expressing his feelings better than most words could. His voice had deepened to that powerful monotone he had perfected for speaking this language, his native tongue.
“Did ever you wonder why I chose to be as rain falling from Heaven to Earth, not looking back? I saw a dozen human Apocalypses, or higher yet the number... saw my brothers, your sons, wrest apart my family. And what did you do? Nothing!” He switched to English and hissed out, “Humans have so many more words for dads like you... you deadbeat, selfish, uncaring son of a bitch! I'm ashamed to be your son!”
Just like Sam, Gabriel hadn't been kicked out of the family. He'd just left, when it all became too much to bear. He seemed so lively and energetic to others, narcissistic and playful. But underneath it all, a crushing, otherworldly, soul-deep defeated resignation had settled in who knew how many millennia ago, and his reaction to admiration was usually amusement first. And underneath the playful grin lay a cruel sort of amusement, a mockery of human sentiments, because it gave him something to set his sights on that wasn't a chaotic Heaven.
But something had been so different ever since he met the Winchesters. They'd hurtled into his life, stripped him of his mask and defences, and left him in a dying ring of oil fire, so very vulnerable and without a clue which way to turn. Without a punchline, or even the joke. The Trickster without a trick. And then... Sam had made him whole again. But the problem was, when Sam vanished, so did that half Gabriel had grown to count on, and suddenly, just himself wasn't enough anymore.
Gabriel's grief abruptly overwhelmed his fury again, his eyes filling with tears as he hunched over, his rounded shoulders and the contours of his body expressing his grief, if the faint grey mist around him didn't. “Monons a telocvovim. Nanaeel prdzar. Bien bahal. My heart has fallen. My power diminishes. My voice cries. “Ol gahalana adroch bransg merifri ds conisbra.” I will exist in the olive mount to protect angels and the works of man.
He stood, the mist vanishing, though he was swaying a bit with the grief that still carved deeply into him. “Ip amma yarry telocvovim.” I need no cursed heavenly providence of him that is fallen. As far as he was concerned, his father was gone and forgotten now, his existence not weighed upon his father's scale of judgment.
A moment later, he vanished into another private reality.