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I have comment-fic to post here, don't i?
Okay, so i've got me some Supernatural reruns playing in the background, so here's my response for today's prompt by owleyes_arisen
Supernatural, Sam/Gabriel.
Warning: Spoilers for 5x22
Gabriel's the one who gripped Sam tight and raised him from perdition
Apparently, God had a soft spot for rogue angels who died for humanity.
Gabriel, newly resurrected and juiced to the gills with Archangel mojo, was currently lounging on a remote island, nursing a spectacularly satisfying drink, and waiting.
Waiting for Sam Winchester to wake up and smell the sea salt, already.
The younger Winchester was sprawled on a lounge, loose limbed, expression softened while unconscious. There was, however, tell-tale signs of unease, tightening lines in the corner of Sam's eyes.
Gabriel, Archangel by creation, Trickster by reputation, had gripped Sasquatch tight and raised him from perdition.
To be honest, the phrasing was a little over dramatic for his tastes, but you can't exactly debate that with the Man Upstairs, or his current right hand angel.
Castiel had stood by as the order was given, all bright and shiny and hopeful, and Gabriel had plunged into sulfur and darkness.
Correct phrasing? Gabriel saved Sam's self-sacrificing ass. Big time.
"Ngh," the grunt came low and pained.
Gabriel broke from his musings, toying with the little umbrella in his drink, watching Sam stir, slowly at first, then snapped up like someone had jabbed him with a branding iron.
Note to self, Gabriel paused. Probably not the best metaphor right now.
"Dean!" Sam gasped, choked and frantic.
"Was it as good for you as it was for me?" Gabriel drawled. "Seriously, kiddo. Calling another guy's name after you're dragged out of Lucifer's abode? It hurts."
Sam stared. Outright slack jawed, wide eyed, and 'lights are on but nobody's home' staring.
"..Gabriel? I thought..wait. But how? You were- the DVD-"
Apparently, Hell robbed a man of eloquence.
"Dead," Gabriel clarified, as if speaking to a slow child. "Yeah. Happens when you get impaled with an angel-killing sword." Albeit, a real one. "Another trick? No, i was pushing up daisies. Bereft of life. Kicked the bucket-"
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. He'd just been worn by the Devil, toppled into Hell, may or may not saved the world, and a formerly dead Archangel of the God was quoting Monty Python at him.
"-rolled down the curtain and joined the choir-"
"Gabriel!" Sam interjected. "Where's.."
"Dean?" Gabriel supplied, expression softening somewhat.
"Are you reading my-"
"Mind? No. It doesn't take a genius to know the first thing that's gonna be on Sam Winchester's mind fresh outta Hell. Dean's.." Fine? That was just crap.
"He's okay, though," Sam's tone was tinged with worry, and something Gabriel couldn't quite put his finger on.
"He's Dean," Gabriel said, and didn't press the issue.
Sam leaned back, testing the lounge, as if just realizing where he was, eyes closing, suddenly looking years older than he was "Did we..?"
"Yeah," Gabriel said, pressing a drink into Sam's hand. "You did."
"Okay," Sam said, after a few moments of silence had passed. He tilted his head into the sun, hand curled around his drink. "Okay."
Gabriel watched Sam, clinking his drink against Sam's.
Okay.
Yeah, that just about summed it up.
They were..okay.
Coincidentally enough, it's episode 4x01 playing now, and Dean just got raised from Perdition.
Now, for the 'God, i shouldn't have been writing' crack.
prompted by msmanuscript
Avenue Q, any/any, "THE INTERNET IS DOWN!"
I don't..even.. um. I'm sorry for fail? Nicky/Rod...Trekkie/Computer?
It was a dark and stormy night on Avenue Q, forcing the residents indoors. Rod cast an annoyed look at the ceiling light, which flickered with each clap of thunder.
"Roo-oood!" Nicky yelled. "Have you seen the flash.." his voice was cut off by a sudden crash. "Got them!"
Rod suppressed a sigh, brewing a fresh pot of coffee, squinting to read the newspaper in between lightning flashes.
"Rod, have you seen the-"
"Top shelf!" Rod snapped.
"How did you know what I-"
It was then that the inevitable happened. The lights flickered, and went out...along with the power.
Nicky stumbled into the room, holding flashlights. "Power's out!" he announced.
"Everything's out," Rod grumbled. "Microwave, radio..." Before he could entertain the possibilities of a night with Nicky, with no distractions, a bed, and candlelight,a look of pure horror cast over the features of the blue, closeted gay homo-whatever.
"Internet!" Rod and Nicky exclaimed together.
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"NOOOOOOO!" The anguished howl broke over the crash of thunder. "Nooo. Me internet is no more," Trekkie stared, brokenly, at his dark screen. "No internet, no porn.." massive arms reached, enfolding his computer in a loving embrace, sobs wracking his furry frame. "Me no like this." He stroked his computer, heartbroken. "Come baack. Come baack."
Gary Coleman pulled a tool from his toolbelt, working frantically at the fuse box. All he knew was his residents were in danger.
Trekkie Monster was without porn.
God save them all.
I fail. I rushed it. Sorry