Dead on Arrival (OTA)
Gabriel flinched.
Death throes. Huh. He thought to himself, mind surprisingly clear.
He didn't think Angels had death throes. Once the sword went in stabby-stabby, that was it. He'd felt himself die, he was pretty sure of it. Grace burning it's way out of his body, Lucifer's face peering down at him. He remembered all that. He knew it had happened. Unless those twinkies had been really, really old, then none of that could have been a dream.
But there was noise here. There were people laughing and talking. He could feel wind buffing against him, the wane heat of the sun against his skin. He wasn't in Kansas anymore. Maybe this was it. This was Heaven. Well, the other sort of Heaven. Heaven for dead angels. The personal heaven.
He opened one eye, cautious. There was blue sky above, dotted with a few clouds. There were branches too, so trees. Opening the other, Gabe sat up, hands patting over his chest. No rips in his favourite (okay, only) shirt, no damp bloody patches. No holes in him, more importantly.
"Whoa." He said, only then taking in his surroundings. He was sat on a little grassy knoll, only a few feet higher than the surrounding grass, but it gave him enough added height to see the buildings across the lake, the people, the trees.
It was gorgeous. It looked real. It smelt real.
He got to his feet, a little shakily, and clicked his fingers.
Nothing. Zilch. Nadda. So snap wasn't going to get him back to the Elysian Fields Hotel. He was going to have to do it the hard way.
There were people, people down by the lake. People he could deal with, people he could talk to. Manipulate if he had to. "Hey!" He shouted, heading down the knoll. "Hey guys!"
Death throes. Huh. He thought to himself, mind surprisingly clear.
He didn't think Angels had death throes. Once the sword went in stabby-stabby, that was it. He'd felt himself die, he was pretty sure of it. Grace burning it's way out of his body, Lucifer's face peering down at him. He remembered all that. He knew it had happened. Unless those twinkies had been really, really old, then none of that could have been a dream.
But there was noise here. There were people laughing and talking. He could feel wind buffing against him, the wane heat of the sun against his skin. He wasn't in Kansas anymore. Maybe this was it. This was Heaven. Well, the other sort of Heaven. Heaven for dead angels. The personal heaven.
He opened one eye, cautious. There was blue sky above, dotted with a few clouds. There were branches too, so trees. Opening the other, Gabe sat up, hands patting over his chest. No rips in his favourite (okay, only) shirt, no damp bloody patches. No holes in him, more importantly.
"Whoa." He said, only then taking in his surroundings. He was sat on a little grassy knoll, only a few feet higher than the surrounding grass, but it gave him enough added height to see the buildings across the lake, the people, the trees.
It was gorgeous. It looked real. It smelt real.
He got to his feet, a little shakily, and clicked his fingers.
Nothing. Zilch. Nadda. So snap wasn't going to get him back to the Elysian Fields Hotel. He was going to have to do it the hard way.
There were people, people down by the lake. People he could deal with, people he could talk to. Manipulate if he had to. "Hey!" He shouted, heading down the knoll. "Hey guys!"