Day 51: Lunch

[sanguinario]

Edward was glad to wake up to a period of respite. While he had been conscious during breakfast, he'd requested to remain in his room for extra "sleep", which had consisted waiting until the room was vacated to ingest the vial of Venom's blood. The vampire had lost his chance last night, but that might have been for the better; this way he wasn't

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[poorexample]

No answers? Then Castiel didn't see much of a reason to talk with Gabriel any further. On the other hand, there weren't many open chairs left (and if he left, his brother would undoubtedly follow him), and more than that, at this point the arch-angel was the only one who actually knew him for who and what he was. He knew far more than the Winchesters even did (from his time, that is), and the two of them had a solid chance of working through how this had happened to them and how to get out of it.

But if even Gabriel, one of the most powerful beings in existence, had been tethered and brought here, then their chances of breaking out of this place seemed dismal. Castiel was accustomed to analyzing the situation and facing the facts, and right now their situation seemed to be particularly bleak.

Gabriel was eating, which meant he was just as weakened. They were God's warriors (or had been, at one point) and now they were useless in the face of the Apocalypse.

Slowly, Castiel eased himself back into his seat and grabbed the hamburger he'd been eating before. He took a bite in tandem with Gabriel, trying not to consider the ridiculousness of their situation too deeply. But when his brother asked a question of his own, he just about choked.

Why was he asking that? Did Gabriel honestly believe that this was where the divine went when they ceased to exist? Pausing, he gave a small shake of his head. "I'm not sure." That blow could have easily been strong enough to take him out for good, but this hardly seemed like the afterlife. It couldn't be. Not if Sam and Dean were here.

[affictitious]

The archangel leaned back in his chair with that answer, considering it. Even if his little brother was definitely considered a short bus angel, it was kind of hard to imagine not knowing one was dead. It was kind of... a big deal, the Grace exploding and all. That was the only way you could off an angel. Then again, he wasn't exactly stalking his every brother's move (not this brother, at least), so maybe he'd taken the Anna route and ripped his Grace out.

Again, it was hard to tell. Everyone looked human, felt human to him.

"I dunno how you eat this slop," he said finally, dropping the burger onto the table, half-eaten. Sure, he was kind of digging the free food bit, but he could have just as easily made his own and be eating what he was craving. Which was a three layer German chocolate cake, thanks to that Donna kid. "Look, I know you're easily confused with just about everything human, but dying is kind of explicit. It's not a maybe acitivity. How do you not know?"

Of course, he didn't care one way or another. Nope. That was a lie; family was family. It was more about seeking answers to his own mysterious revival. Offing one angel and bringing 'em back was news enough. Two? Kind of unheard of.

Totally unheard of, in fact.

And now that he thought of it, Castiel had mentioned something else interesting. Sam might've mentioned his brother, but if one of them was misplaced in time... "And hey, you saw Dean. How's the kid doing? Not about to have Michael ride him, right? I imagine it's a little too early for that."

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When Gabriel dropped the half-eaten (if that) burger as if it was a piece of trash, Castiel couldn't help frowning. While he had four others (not counting the one that he'd just finished), it seemed like a waste to do that. He didn't know if his hunger was going to require him to go and get another one to replace the one his brother had mutilated, but he was certain that time would tell.

He methodically picked up the second off of his plate and took a bite, taking in Gabriel's words with a sour expression on his face. He could sense the mockery in his brother's tone, but he knew better than to get provoked by it. This was simply how Gabriel was, and playing into it was exactly what he wanted. So Castiel would keep this simple and to the point, which was his preferred method for any conversation.

"I've died before," he said harshly. "I know what it feels like." His vessel's form had literally exploded under the pressure, and he had gotten some sense of that sensation before completely losing consciousness. Reviving from that was easily one of the most disorienting things he'd ever experienced, other than awakening in this place. Hence why he was still uncertain of if he'd died the moment he'd activated that sigil.

"Prior to arriving here, I had been in the middle of fight that was drastically uneven, and I took a risk that may have resulted in my death. However, I could have also been captured and brought here by one of our brothers." Both options seemed possible, though he was leaning more toward the latter. Maybe he and Gabriel didn't agree on that, but that was no reason for Castiel to budge from his position.

Unfortunately, Gabriel then chose to bring up Dean, and Castiel almost tensed at the name. The Dean he had seen this morning was not the same as the Dean he had spent so much of his time watching over. He frowned and gave a shake of his head. "Not the one here, no. He's from even before his descent to Hell. However, in my own time, he was dangerously close to saying yes." Which Castiel was sure Gabriel would be thrilled to hear. He sent his brother a glare for good measure.

[affictitious]

Twice. Twice. That was totally unfair. That was like... buying the one million, two thousand and three hundred forty-seventh kid the new pair of jeans and making them hand-me-ups. Of course, it might have been fair in the vein that Gabriel was a lot better at not dying than his gruffer brother, but... seriously. Who the hell was going around and just. Reviving angels? If he hadn't been offed by one of his own brothers, he might have gone with the belief that maybe Lucifer or Michael was doing it. Just to fuck with The Host, maybe. Maybe to bring more soldiers to each respective side. Even being as close to them as he used to be, it was hard to know what exactly they were planning. Being away for a few generations tended to do that.

You know? He didn't care, either. This was him, all far-removed and everything. And loving it.

Err. Far removed after the whole... interfering with Lucifer trying to kill his ex-girlfriend thing.

Besides, thrifty didn't exactly describe Michael, who Gabriel could see doing this more than Lucifer. He was a gunning-to-the-punch kind of archangel. He probably didn't have a plan outside of making Dean say yes. He'd think he wouldn't need one, since Dean was going to say yes. At least everyone seemed to be sure of that.

"I really doubt it was either of them," he rocked his chair back and forth, wobbling on one leg, "Like. Really. You're overestimating your importance in this whole Apocalypse thing, kid. You're just a bump in the road."

Of course, if it was God doing it, then he'd eat his words. He'd eat his shoe, even, 'cause there wasn't a chance in Hell that he'd revive some grunt soldier when he wouldn't even prevent the first fight back in the day. With all the rebel runts and whatnot running around, killing each other and helping Lucifer generally be a gigantic bowl of dicks, why interfere now?

He wasn't buying what that thought was peddling.

Which was why he was hopping on a new one. Because Castiel's description of Dean's time was so pinpointy, he had reason to believe that maybe Castiel still had his uses. Trying to intimidate an archangel with his little glare, however, wasn't one of them. "Go figure. So they're not gonna roll with this little angel show. Tough luck."

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As much as Castiel felt the need to argue back against Gabriel about who was behind this, in the end he knew better. Arguing for the sake of arguing would get them nowhere, even if it did seem to be something that human siblings were prone to do, if Sam and Dean were a faithful example. In the end, neither of them were human and they didn't need to behave as such. Gabriel was far better at it than he was, but his sense of superiority still set him apart. Not like Anna. She'd been...

"You may be right, but if not them, then who? Who else could possess this amount of power?" Castiel had been willing to accept that he'd depowered himself with that sigil, but Gabriel? An archangel could not be crippled so easily. It made perfect sense to him that another archangel would be the only one capable of such a feat, which meant one of those two. Raphael, perhaps, but he had not been making himself known for some time now. Trapped still?

In the end, Gabriel should have felt fortunate that Dean had let him go that day in the warehouse. Castiel would not necessarily have been so kind.

The only other option was the absent Father, but he had not spoken of that since before Dean had gotten it into his head to give in, and Castiel did not want to think too hard on that whole subject in any case. He knew that it was God who had brought him back the first time. It had more or less been confirmed by the fear in Zachariah's eyes, and really, who else was there? But here there were more unknowns, and he had already been abandoned. It wouldn't make sense... He refused to believe--

Gabriel spoke up again, and Castiel found himself grateful for the distraction. "I attempted to get through to them, but as expected, it went badly." Which did not mean that he was going to adopt his brother's methods and suddenly run the other direction. He would keep working at the Winchesters, forcing them to see what was right before their eyes. It was either that or work with Gabriel, and he couldn't see himself managing that for too long.

[affictitious]

Gabriel was quite sure they knew exactly who had that kind of power - and then some - and while he quite had his reasons for shying away from the idea, he was surprised Castiel wasn't already to coming to the conclusion. The Great God Search had apparently fallen flat on its ass; if that assumption was true, he wouldn't be surprised in the least. So that meant the Big G was still just as good at pissing on His first children as he always had. His only answer to the inquiry was a shrug of his shoulders. He'd said he didn't have answers, and that was the truth.

So maybe he shouldn't expect everyone to just believe everything that came out of his mouth. Didn't mean everything was a lie.

Though as thrilling as his current conversation was, Gabriel couldn't help but be distracted by a voice rising over the murmur of the crowd. And in its center -

"You've got to be kidding me." If it wasn't the giant from last night, looking as just as unshaven and... great. He'd found his language again. It was hard to decide whether he was more annoying when he was understandable or not. Optimists. Just what a growing asylum needed.

He turned his head away, rolling his eyes. "Well, if that doesn't put you in the mood for trying again and failing, nothin' will. But go ahead and try. It won't help your case any. Crazy house, Castiel. Remember." He dropped his chair to the floor with a crack of plastic against tile. "Leave me out of it."

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That wasn't much of a response, but Castiel got the sense that instead of keeping information from him, his brother was simply ignorant. For once they seemed to be on the same level, both in terms of their powers and their knowledge. It was strange, but he would have preferred that there was the normal imbalance. At least that would have meant that one of them would have had the answers.

The fact that Gabriel was just as limited as he was deeply unsettled him, though he did his best to push that thought aside. Dwelling on how dire their situation was wouldn't do a thing to fix it.

In a way, the distraction was helpful, as he'd been at a loss for what else to say. He watched the patient - who looked as if he would easily tower over even Sam - pick himself up onto the table and give a speech. It was the sort of dogged determination that he had seen in Dean more than once. Dean was the sort of person who wanted to do things his way regardless of how impractical it was, and he would fight for that ideal until the very end. It was something Castiel had actually come to admire--

But then Gabriel spoke up again and quickly reminded him that none of that mattered here. Dean didn't know him from the next human, and was probably thoroughly convinced that he was a mental patient, if that was truly what this hospital was meant for. Angels didn't go insane as a general rule, but... Well, then there was Lucifer.

"I never intended to ask for your help," he said, tone cutting as he glanced down at his meal and grabbed for his third burger. He was starting to feel a slight discomfort in his abdomen, but the craving persisted.

[affictitious]

"You're not getting me here," he started, but was distracted again - the hospital team wasn't wasting any time, surrounding the unshaven giant with a few giants of their own. Oh, no; the kid had actually made a beeline for them. Lunch and a show? He wouldn't miss this for the world!

Which was why he laughed when the blond's plan didn't exactly go like he'd probably drawn it out. Now, that was one thing he did like about humans; even in hopeless situations, they tried. Maybe he'd had good intentions, though you couldn't exactly trust anyone's words around here. But... execution got a 5. Was he really moronic enough to think he'd go through all the guards alone? Brawn was his, sure, but brawn didn't solve many problems on its own.

It also showed exactly why there weren't any wild riots going on. As much as he didn't like to recognize it, the crazy doctor had a good scheme going. Low power, if any at all, distributed sparingly through the populace and just enough freedom to keep some sort of dashed hopes up. Though he wasn't believing the doctor was all behind it himself, he sure was taking advantage of it.

With that nice melee in the background, Gabriel picked back up on his original thought. "I'm not planning on helping you, believe me. I'm staying incognito. Brush off the threat all you want, but I'm quite willing to go the extra mile to make it happen." Pause. "How many of those are you plannin' on eatin'?"

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The rebelling patient continued to act as Dean would; his next move was to suddenly go barreling toward some of the staff members, clearly looking for a fight. Dean would have done the same, would have fought tooth and nail until he was forced into unconsciousness, either by blunt force to the head or some sort of drug. Here they seemed to prefer the latter method, as it gave them the illusion of being a help rather than a threat.

It was all easy enough to understand in those terms. Castiel had been controlled by a superior force before. He had not necessarily been high in the rankings back in Heaven, but he had at least had a place. Now he was wayward, and he knew it, but he had yet to feel regret. Sometimes he thought he felt the starting of it, and he'd obviously felt the sharp knife of betrayal when Dean Winchester had turned around and spit in his face even after all he'd sacrificed, but--

He was getting distracted. That Dean was not a part of this now. All he had was a pair of brothers who knew nothing about him, some very limited powers, and an unhelpful older brother. Who was currently making that abundantly clear.

Glancing up from his food, Castiel watched the archangel unblinkingly, keeping a tight hold on his current burger. "So you intend to hide under your fake name again. They won't know the difference and you can continue to be a neutral party. Is that your plan?" That was fine by him. He had never once thought to seek out Gabriel during his time on Earth, and he wasn't planning to now. Gabriel was the one who had come to sit with him, not the other way around.

At the question, he did actually blink, peering down at the burger before returning his gaze to Gabriel. "Why do you ask?"

[affictitious]

Hiding was such a technical term. It wasn't really hiding. It was... strategic information withholding. Now that anyone would believe an archangel was walking the hallways, but he could really go without being known as that one guy with the crazy brother... despite already being that one guy with the crazy brother.

And, if it hadn't been Lucifer who revived him, which he was quite sure it wasn't, not being on the radar again would be good for his life insurance.

"Neutral party. Sure, I'll go with that." Castiel made it sound so well-thought out and cowardly. The first? Maybe. Second... ehhhh. He'll get back to you on that. To answer that question in part, he shrugged. "I already spent my time helping them. S'not my fault if they haven't gotten to that point yet." Technically wasn't neutral anymore, but no one seemed to remember, which was one part annoying and one part grating on his nerves.

Time is fickle. Or something.

As for the burgers... well, assuming he wasn't the only angel feeling more than a little trapped (he didn't want to say human considering he hadn't met a human in his life who could carry out an entire conversation without blinking), overeating was a real (and sad) possibility. But being so unhelpful as he was, all Gabriel said was, "Just curious."

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Castiel couldn't say that he was surprised at the response. His brother had spent centuries and centuries hiding away from Heaven's problems, so why would he suddenly want to change his methods now? He was used to laying low and playing demigod, apparently; that would not be so easy to do here, when he was so powerless, but it would not be difficult to simply ignore Sam and Dean as much as possible.

What did give him pause was Gabriel's implication that he had helped the Winchesters at one point. If he was referring to his attempt to convince them to say yes, then Castiel hardly classified it as help, but...

He could not get a read on an archangel in terms of time, so it was completely possible Gabriel was from his future. That thought bothered him. Gabriel had more information than he did in general, and he didn't need that added to by him being ahead in time. It put him at a distinct disadvantage and he didn't want to be left to wonder.

Especially since he doubted he'd be getting the answers out of his older sibling so easily.

"I don't recall a time when you ever helped them," he said in a somewhat petulant tone, frowning as he took another bite of his current burger. He was starting to feel more of a discomfort in his abdomen, and it was difficult to tell if it was more hunger or something else. "And I'll consume as much as I feel like consuming." He didn't need to let on his uncertainty to Gabriel of all people.

[affictitious]

"Weellll, I don't like to brag," he lied, waving a dismissive hand at the taller angel, "But it might've happened here or there." As much as he did like to brag about all his creative and adventurous exploits, Gabriel was still trying to measure whether bragging as to how helpful he would be in the future (since it seemed he was from the distant reaches of holy shit you guys, the Apocalypse is going down and there's some horsemen here to see you considering... well, the Winchesters were one thing, but another angel displaced in time was... not a good sign and there was really too much to think about there for one cohesive sentence), and was ultimately deciding that he would:

a) be disbelieved, or

b) be disbelieved vehemently

and that was just something martyrs didn't like to hear, okay? Ignorance was bliss, even for the well-informed other party.

But as for that topic, he'd said his fill. He just watched his brother eat more than he as going to enjoy later, chuckling at his impudent comment. Man, he could remember the days when archangels were respected and taken seriously, back when they were fire and light, back before Lucifer had kind of ruined it. And maybe the trickster gig didn't help him, but still. "Go for it, Junior. Far be it from me to interrupt your snack before naptime."

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The vagueness of Gabriel's reply made it more certain that his words were not to be trusted. If he'd had details, or just one thing that could be checked or confirmed, then maybe Castiel would have considered it, as unlikely as the concept itself was. Castiel was far beyond the point of believing that all angels were inherently good. Lucifer, Zachariah, and even Michael had taken that belief and ground it into dust. As a result, he had no blind faith for Gabriel.

Though he couldn't help but see the similarity in their situation. Operating under the assumption that Gabriel actually had decided to help the Winchesters, he really had no way of proving that, just as Castiel had no way of proving who and what he was to the two brothers. His doubt was only perpetuating a problem, and yet this was Gabriel, who was notorious for putting himself before the rest of Heaven. He had to be cautious.

Castiel only eyed his older brother for a moment before taking in his next comment and pulling back with a frown. He had no plans to nap, and he wouldn't have called this snacking, but that didn't stop him from taking another bite.

Except his stomach was starting to churn painfully, and the intercom going off was most certainly merciful. It was for the best -- even if the food was good, he didn't think that talking with Gabriel for too long would be wise.

He stood from his seat, holding back a groan at the discomfort in his abdomen. It was possible he'd done something wrong here. "Leave them alone," was all he said in a grim tone before he left to meet with a nurse.