Night 58: Main Hallway 2-West
[from here]Snow reached the top of the stairs within moments. This was the part where he was supposed to start raising hell and kicking in doors. If he had still been as infuriated as he had been when first leaving his room, he probably would have done that immediately. Right now, there was a slight delay. Maybe it was just an after effect of...
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Huh. Either the kid could only remember the last night or he was refusing to pony up anything that happened before the arena shindig. So he must have had at least part of Castiel's memories (if he was to go about this as separating brainwashed-bro from Rainman-bro) which probably fueled the condescension train. Good to know. Except he already did know that, meaning he had just wasted five minutes of his life for nothing.
He would never get those minutes back. Tragic.
"Whatever you say, Castiel." He spun on his heel again, pressing on into the darkness. "Sorry. Michael. I'd hate to call you by the wrong holy name." Gabriel shrugged, the flashlight's beam dancing along the walls. Michael would probably have been insulted his name had been passed down in this fashion.
More reason to think it was hilarious, except that didn't override all the justified anger he was still simmering under the surface. Smiting needed to happen, so hear him. Smiting was a'comin'.
You know. Eventually. Pinata-smiting. (It was a good idea, all right? He couldn't let it go to waste.)
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