The Punishment [1/10]
Serise Title: It's a Human Life for Me
Chapter Title: The Punishment [1/10]
Author: sevenbee
Rating: PG-13.
Characters/Pairings: HumanGabriel, Dean, God, Lisa, Ben. (Gabriel/Dean, eventually.)
Spoilers: Season Five.
Warnings: Course Language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gabriel's forced to live a human life, therefore Dean's forced to look after him.
Word Count: 669
Notes: I don't know where this actually came from, but yeah, here is my attempt at a story. Prologue is a little short, but somehow I can already tell that is not going to be the shortest chapter. Also Pathaiel and Brigiel are lesser archangels.
He wakes screaming. The scream starting in his lungs, vibrating out of his throat and into the cold air. He struggles to open his eyes, at first it’s bright, just a bright light that blinds him. But then it dulls, sweeping into an easy light of day. A new noise fills his ear drums, its breathy and his only now noticed his panting, filling human lungs with air. Air he shouldn’t need.
It hits him like a brick that his breathing, he opens his eyes fast in panic, looking around the top of the mountain. His utterly confused and terrified. His hands find his abdomen, pulling at the clothing to inspect the wound that was supposed to be there. Nothing. No blood dripping down his belly, no blood staining the green fabric of his shirt.
“Calm down, Gabriel.” That voice, that all too familiar voice in it’s all too familiar tone. He dreads it.
“Father.” It’s a whisper, it was meant to be stronger than that, but it’s not. It’s weak and he hates it. He turns around to see his father standing behind him. Staring with a hard look that gives away exactly what he feared.
“It’s been a while.” He says, conversationally.
Gabriel nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah…” His voice is still a whisper, a nothing compared to the booming voice of his father.
“I suppose I don’t need to tell you how it all ended for you?”
Another lump, another swallow, another whisper. “No.”
“Good,” there’s satisfactory in that tone that forces Gabriel to look down at the mountains drop. He wonder’s whether his father is going to be nice enough to let him fall. “I won’t, you know.” Arsehole.
“Why’d you bring me back?” Gabriel cuts, angrily, swinging around to give a dark glare to his father. “I thought the punishment I made for myself was good enough.”
Gabriel see’s Him shake his head. “That was not a punishment, Gabriel. That was a murder committed by your brother. It was a punishment I did not make."
Of-fucking-course, Gabriel just sighed. “Then what is the punishment you’re going to rule on me then? Messenger gig? Castiel’s wing-man? Which is it?”
He just shook his head again, a small smile making its way to his lips. “None of the above.” Sick bastard. “You will notice a few changes about your vessel. Like the lack of Grace and the feeling of your human organs.” Gabriel doesn’t want to hear, he doesn’t want to be told what he is, what his become. “You’re no longer an archangel, my son. No longer a Pagan, you are re-born, human.”
His human lungs have tightened in his chest, he feels his eyes watering up and his heart is pounding hard against his ribcage. His gasping for breath again and what brings him back is a gentle touch on his arm. He snaps out of His grasp like it was a fiery burn.
“I understand why you ran away. My absence did not help the matter, I know. But Gabriel, you killed and enjoyed it; you disguised yourself as a Pagan God, things that despise us. You sinned, you gluttonized and relished in it. I did not expect this of you. Pathaiel, Brigiel, even Raphael, but not you.”
Gabriel stayed silent, his head hanging, chin resting on his chest and eyes closed firmly shut. A hand brushed his vessel’s hair back, lovingly, but he doubted there was ever any love in that action.
“I am sorry, my son. But you have left me no other choice.”
It happens so fast, one moment he feels fingers pressed to his forehead and the next a woman is screaming. Gabriel’s eyes open and he stares at the brunette woman who has a hand over her chest, a young boy running to stand by his mother. And someone he hadn’t expected to be there. Dean Winchester with the look of shock on his face that slowly turned into a glare.
Thanks a lot, Dad.
Chapter Title: The Punishment [1/10]
Author: sevenbee
Rating: PG-13.
Characters/Pairings: HumanGabriel, Dean, God, Lisa, Ben. (Gabriel/Dean, eventually.)
Spoilers: Season Five.
Warnings: Course Language.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Gabriel's forced to live a human life, therefore Dean's forced to look after him.
Word Count: 669
Notes: I don't know where this actually came from, but yeah, here is my attempt at a story. Prologue is a little short, but somehow I can already tell that is not going to be the shortest chapter. Also Pathaiel and Brigiel are lesser archangels.
He wakes screaming. The scream starting in his lungs, vibrating out of his throat and into the cold air. He struggles to open his eyes, at first it’s bright, just a bright light that blinds him. But then it dulls, sweeping into an easy light of day. A new noise fills his ear drums, its breathy and his only now noticed his panting, filling human lungs with air. Air he shouldn’t need.
It hits him like a brick that his breathing, he opens his eyes fast in panic, looking around the top of the mountain. His utterly confused and terrified. His hands find his abdomen, pulling at the clothing to inspect the wound that was supposed to be there. Nothing. No blood dripping down his belly, no blood staining the green fabric of his shirt.
“Calm down, Gabriel.” That voice, that all too familiar voice in it’s all too familiar tone. He dreads it.
“Father.” It’s a whisper, it was meant to be stronger than that, but it’s not. It’s weak and he hates it. He turns around to see his father standing behind him. Staring with a hard look that gives away exactly what he feared.
“It’s been a while.” He says, conversationally.
Gabriel nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. “Yeah…” His voice is still a whisper, a nothing compared to the booming voice of his father.
“I suppose I don’t need to tell you how it all ended for you?”
Another lump, another swallow, another whisper. “No.”
“Good,” there’s satisfactory in that tone that forces Gabriel to look down at the mountains drop. He wonder’s whether his father is going to be nice enough to let him fall. “I won’t, you know.” Arsehole.
“Why’d you bring me back?” Gabriel cuts, angrily, swinging around to give a dark glare to his father. “I thought the punishment I made for myself was good enough.”
Gabriel see’s Him shake his head. “That was not a punishment, Gabriel. That was a murder committed by your brother. It was a punishment I did not make."
Of-fucking-course, Gabriel just sighed. “Then what is the punishment you’re going to rule on me then? Messenger gig? Castiel’s wing-man? Which is it?”
He just shook his head again, a small smile making its way to his lips. “None of the above.” Sick bastard. “You will notice a few changes about your vessel. Like the lack of Grace and the feeling of your human organs.” Gabriel doesn’t want to hear, he doesn’t want to be told what he is, what his become. “You’re no longer an archangel, my son. No longer a Pagan, you are re-born, human.”
His human lungs have tightened in his chest, he feels his eyes watering up and his heart is pounding hard against his ribcage. His gasping for breath again and what brings him back is a gentle touch on his arm. He snaps out of His grasp like it was a fiery burn.
“I understand why you ran away. My absence did not help the matter, I know. But Gabriel, you killed and enjoyed it; you disguised yourself as a Pagan God, things that despise us. You sinned, you gluttonized and relished in it. I did not expect this of you. Pathaiel, Brigiel, even Raphael, but not you.”
Gabriel stayed silent, his head hanging, chin resting on his chest and eyes closed firmly shut. A hand brushed his vessel’s hair back, lovingly, but he doubted there was ever any love in that action.
“I am sorry, my son. But you have left me no other choice.”
It happens so fast, one moment he feels fingers pressed to his forehead and the next a woman is screaming. Gabriel’s eyes open and he stares at the brunette woman who has a hand over her chest, a young boy running to stand by his mother. And someone he hadn’t expected to be there. Dean Winchester with the look of shock on his face that slowly turned into a glare.
Thanks a lot, Dad.