Night 53: M-A Block Hallway
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At one point Sora might have noted how the hall was particularly empty, but as things stood, he just made his way around the corner and toward the block's exit without really thinking about it. The fact of the matter was that he'd seen this hall in so many different states (empty, packed full of people, streaked with blood after a ( Read more... )
At one point Sora might have noted how the hall was particularly empty, but as things stood, he just made his way around the corner and toward the block's exit without really thinking about it. The fact of the matter was that he'd seen this hall in so many different states (empty, packed full of people, streaked with blood after a ( Read more... )
So, it was him, a giant toothpick, an epileptic flashlight and a warm body temperature against the world. Though he was moderately more comfortable than he had been, he couldn't exactly say in his own skin. Chained or not, being in a vessel was like being crammed into an overhead storage bin while being the size of a skyscraper. It was not a nice combination ( ... )
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Having determined that it would be a pretty good idea tonight to take some time out alone and just work-research, stumble straight into the middle of a hunt (which was likely, given this place), whatever-fate would only just have it that as soon as Sam rounded the corner, his flashlight fell on...him.
Yeah, he recognized that figure anywhere. Especially after last night. He still hadn't had the chance to confront the Trickster over what all that had been about last night and while he seriously didn't feel like bringing on the headache that he knew would come with this task, he couldn't ignore it either.
For all he knew, the Trickster might've planted himself here deliberately. He'd latched onto Jo and Sam could hardly forget the when he'd latched onto him. The demigod had a tendency to be there when unwanted. Not that he was ever wanted in the first place ( ... )
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Gabriel might have had the decency to not stab Sam (and totally not look surprised by a voice creeping out of the darkness followed by a frame that was equivalent to a moose on stilts), he wasn't equally as good at hiding his annoyance, closing his eyes with a frown. "Turn down the high beams before someone loses an eye."
He meant Sam in particular, by the way. Once Gabriel found a step ladder. It was nice that the joys of having your face on level with someone's elbow kept being brought up all the time.
Besides, if Sam was going to go out of his way to be a smarmy smartass, he could at least be polite. Gabriel was not supposed to be the victim of annoyance. Annoying was on his terms. "What's it to you, yeti? Gonna lead me by the hand and take me on an adventure?"
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"Uhhhh," let him think about it, "nope. I wasn't planning on ever mentioning it, in fact. And before you start with your wild and mildly flattering accusations, I didn't do it." Gabriel just thought it would be a good idea and go ahead and lay that down, considering the straight flush he'd had of people all blaming shit on him. It was flattering, sure, but he didn't like to steal credit from anyone else. He was an upstanding guy like that.
Also, he still insisted he was more imaginative than a haunted asylum.
"Besides, what's it to you, kid? According to your own figuratively little stalker, sounds like you're keeping secrets from your own brother." If only he had the ability to create the world's smallest violin again. "And that's terrible. Leeeeet me guess - something about demon blood? Just a wild guess."
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No, it shouldn't be a question. Their abductors apparently knew and he'd had at least one patient tell just by looking at him from across the room. In light of that, Sam realized he should probably only have been surprised if someone who could bend time and reality at the snap of a finger hadn't known.
He'd have been suspicious about the connection this might've presented, but for once, the Trickster's penchant for screwing around with people's lives played in his favor. Since the keyword was people and Yellow-Eyes had wanted to throw demons across the entire planet. He doubted the Trickster would've found demons as fun to mess with.
Then again.
"Yeah, well, Dean knows." Now, he didn't add. "Speaking of Dean, you know he was setting out to kill you last night, right? Before we were interrupted? Trust me, the shadow deal didn't help stop him from wanting to put a stake through you ( ... )
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Sam folded his arms across his chest and sighed. This was seriously gonna go against everything he stood for, but then these days, what did he stand for? Deals with demons, breaking promises to his brother left and right, and now...this. But screw it, this was big, bigger than even the Trickster or-uh, angels, apparently, according to Castiel. And the Trickster's shadow. Anyway, he could play it safe or gamble on this, and there were times when Sam wasn't the best at playing it safe.
"None of the above, actually. As much as I want to."
Unless he made the first move, hung unsaid in the air, but Sam had to admit ( ... )
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Maybe Jo Huntress had influenced them a little, if she was being honest. Maybe they'd all gang up on him at the wrong time and gank him in the heart. Wouldn't be the first betrayal, and it certainly would hurt as bad. Hey, maybe he was the favorite old kid and he'd just pop back to life again. That would be swell.
But seriously doubtful.
"A truce." He puffed out a short breath of air that sounded shockingly like "huh". "You're kidding."
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And Sam was pretty sure he could say that as little as he knew about the institute's array of paranormal freaks, he still knew more about how not to get devoured in two seconds flat than the Trickster did.
...Kind of pretty sure.
He didn't voice any of his thoughts yet and shrugged instead. "No, I'm not." He stood, waiting for the Trickster's response before he said anything else. He hadn't exactly set out tonight to make a deal with a pagan god.
Make a deal with a pagan god. It even sounded absurd in his
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Not that pagan god was a title he was sure applied wholeheartedly to the Trickster anymore, though he had to admit that it was only the shadow last night that was throwing a wrench in the works. Everything else about the god screamed Trickster. At this point, Sam could predict the guy's M.O. in his sleep.
One useful thing about the Trickster: it was easy to spot when he was the one behind it all. Of course, everything after that was a frigging headache to solve ( ... )
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Okay. Considering the big contenders in his family and their actions as of late, he was being very progressive. Like breaking the metaphorical progressive bar and then making it explode several times. (Except for Castiel, maybe, but "except" was kind of a big word there. Biiiig word. And also Gabriel did not really think of Castiel at all. Or really make note of him. Or think about not thinking about him. Chances are his brother wasn't about to pony up any huge, groundbreaking wells of information out of his ass and just squeezing the small bit he had out of him was about as difficult as pulling teeth with eyebrow tweezers. Also, he knew the whole thing about "angels" and "grudges". Terrible combination ( ... )
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More importantly, what the hell could be done about Dean? Not that Sam could bring that up without dropping too much information at once about the deal. About how certain he was that no matter what Ruby assured him, no matter what he tried to tell himself: Dean wasn't alive back in the real world, end of story. Nothing to be done. But he'd never been good at accepting-whatever that was, pessimism or realism or some combination.
It'd have been easier to believe something one way or the other. He was sick if inklings of hope that led nowhere. It summed up his life. It was his life ( ... )
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Then again, he was already dead, so there wouldn't really be any change at all. How convenient.
The point was this: Gabriel had already ruled just about... everything out. Tricksters couldn't do this to him. Hell, no kind of pagan could, minor gods or not. Certainly none of the little guys - vampires, ghouls, ghosts, whatever. Not cherubs, not the grunts. An archangel - well, sure. Lucifer definitely could, but he couldn't bring him back to life (probably). Which kind of left only Dad, which was both unrealistic and completely depressing.
"Yeah, some. We don't all operate the same, you know. You think I'd be stuck in the middle of this shit if I knew what was going on? There could be a ripple, for all I know. There could be a ( ... )
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He huffed, stopping short of an exasperated snort. Why had he thought this was a good idea again? "I think you would have some idea of what was going on if you actually bothered with the hows and whys." He paused. There'd been something he'd wondered awhile ago, a question he'd pushed aside because there'd been no way of answering it. Until now ( ... )
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