"from heaven came" 2/60 - PG
title: from heaven came (part 2 of 60)
author:rosivan
rating/warning: PG, spoilers for 5x19
wordcount: ~800
prompt: #04 - It's just a chapter in the past. Don't close the book, just turn the page.
summary: When the waitress asks if she should leave the coffee pot, next time just say 'thanks'.
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It was just another day in the life of the Winchester brothers, in some diner on the side of a road leading off to another small town. Sam had long ago stopped remembering the names of the little restaurants, and instead lumped them together according to patterns on the curtains, or what kind of breakfast equalled to 'the usual'.
They were in a sunflowers and waffles diner, which was unexpected; Sam had been sure it was going to be a sunflowers and eggs. As a result, he had ended up with two big waffles and far too many strawberries to contend with. He abandoned them in favour of searching for signs that Pestilence had gone through, and pulled his laptop out of his bag.
"Welp," Dean said, and that was the extent of the conversation. Sam was pretty much fluent in speaking 'Dean', however, so he wasn't surprised when his brother ambled over to the display by the counter to charm the waitress into giving him the large slice of rhubarb pie he'd eyed up when they walked in.
Just as Dean had opened with a nod and lazy smile, the seat across from Sam was abruptly occupied. Across from him, Gabriel was sprawled across the booth seat, unconcerned with anything except the bitter taste of Dean's coffee, which he made faces at after his first sip. Sam's fingers froze in place, pressed heavy on the laptop keys, and a line of consonants stretched out in the search bar of his browser.
"You're dead," Sam decided to point out, carefully withdrawing his hands to rest on the seat to either side of him. There was a knife in his pocket and a gun tucked neatly in the back waistband of his jeans. His flask of holy water was in the pocket over his chest, and he quickly wondered which would be best to go for first. Sam glanced at his brother, now discussing the rhubarb pie with the waitress, and then back at the man in front of him.
"And who told you that?" He wore Gabriel's face so perfectly, carefully bemused and controlled. He was upending the sugar canister into the coffee mug, as if it would fix the taste of it. "It's not like you yahoos stuck around to see the end of the rodeo, now did you?"
Sam felt the need to insist, "You did. In your-" He flicked his flask in the man's direction, watching as he merely blinked when the holy water splashed across his face. "...In your DVD."
"Liked it, did you?" Gabriel grinned. With a snap of his fingers his face and clothes were dry again. He casually sipped Dean's coffee, now that it was apparently more to his liking. "She was an enthusiastic thing, that blond. You'd have liked her."
Sam ignored him. "I didn't watch it past the beginning."
The maybe-archangel shrugged, "Your loss. Might have learned something else, kiddo, aside from a little fashion advice." He wiggled his fingers in the air, and raised the mug he was holding in salute to Dean, who had returned to the table.
Pie in hand, the elder Winchester stared down at Gabriel. "Dude," he said, "Are you drinking my coffee?"
"Because that's the first thing to ask…" Sam muttered, mostly to himself. He grunted as Dean tried to force his way into the booth beside him, and Gabriel watched, looking entirely too amused as they sorted it out.
"Gimme that," Dean said, snagging his cup back from Gabriel, who only raised his hands in surrender. "Seriously, how many times have we seen this guy pretend to die, Sammy?" He raised an eyebrow, but Sam refused to admit that he had a point.
"You boys get front row for all my best death faces," Gabriel mentioned helpfully. When Sam favoured him with a glare, he jerked back as if it had hit him physically. Lips parting, his eyes unfocused and his expression slipped slowly, as if fading.
Sam tossed some of the strawberries from his plate into the archangel's face. Gabriel's features moved immediately into something less heart-pounding as he grinned. "Too soon?" He asked innocently. He ate one of the strawberries.
"You said you'd be dead," Sam said defensively. He shut his laptop and put it away - clearly he wasn't going to get anything done.
"Sorry to disappoint," Gabriel said loftily. Something stilled behind his gaze and his smile was a little too steady. "I'll try harder next time."
At that moment Dean started sputtering and swearing, having just drunk from the mug he'd stolen back from Gabriel. The contents, something more akin to sugar water than coffee at that point, spilled across the counter. Determinedly, Sam tried not to find it funny. Gabriel laughed loud enough and long enough for the both of them.
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