[Supernatural] St. Elmo's Breakfast Club
Of angels, 1983, signs of the Apocalypse, bagels, and frustrating snack cake wrappings. supernatural. gabriel, anna. 666 words. pg.
This was supposed to be longer, but I couldn't figure out where to go and when a fic with some of the point being related to someone being the devil hits 666 words... You kinda have to take it as a sign.
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1983 was an interesting year.
Annie closed on Broadway (guess the sun wouldn't be out tomorrow). M*A*S*H ended after eleven seasons. Sally Ride became the first American woman in space. Tom Brokaw became the lead anchor for NBC Nightly News. Michael Jackson's Thriller music video was broadcast for the first time (oh the irony).
Oh right, and one Sam Winchester was born and got infected with demon blood. That too. And, supposedly, there were supposed to be signs surrounding his birth that pegged him as Lucifer's vessel that might have been missed the first four hundred times the Winchesters went over details about Sam's existence. If they happened, then Sam's kind of screwed. If they didn't... Well, maybe there was hope for him. Not that everyone didn't already know better than to assume there was any chance that this whole vessel thing was just one huge misunderstanding- occasionally, the Winchesters just like looking for elephants in cupboards.
Sam and Dean pulled the Back to the Future crap a few too many times (and there's probably going to be a rule put in place about crossing into your own timeline too many damn times because of it, assuming Daddy's up to laying down the law when they find Him), and considering what happened the last time Castiel and Anna tried that little trick with the boys, Gabriel decided that a time travel intervention needed to be called. Apparently, he who called the intervention got to make the next trip back into the 80's for information gathering.
Gabriel didn't like the 80's when they weren't reruns. The sixties- those were some good years. The seventies he could get behind. The 80's was all bad hair and horrible fashion. And Molly Ringwald. Eesh.
Still. He came, he saw, he got the information. All hail, the conquering time traveling angel.
"I have traveled here from the year 1983 to say this," he said, melodramatically, as he appeared in the Ye Olde Hotel Room of the moment, "Are there any bagals left?"
Anna, currently sprawled on one of the two beds, glanced up from the notebook she was meticulously translating an assortment of Enochian sigils in, a bagel dangling haphazardly out of her mouth. That was apparently all the answer necessary.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and flopped onto the other bed. "I risk life and limb to get information for you people and you don't even feed me."
"There is nothing in the 80's that could hurt an archangel, Gabriel," Anna murmured, mouth full of bagel. "And you're a walking convenience store, anyway."
"Am not," Gabriel shot back, although the argument was invalidated by the fact that he'd just produced a moon pie (bagels were, apparently, so five minutes ago) and was occupied with working the wrapping off with his teeth. "So where did Fred and Daphne get off to?"
"Hmm," Anna said, popping the bagel back into her mouth, so she could erase something on the notebook and correct it. That done, she climbed off the bed and moved over to a corner of the room to pick through some of the stacks of research books she'd brought Sam to leaf through. "Rufus called. There was a job in the next town over. Cas went with them. You're just going to lay there until someone asks you what you found out, aren't you?"
"I thought I'd wait until the Hardy Boys got back, so I could tell 'em the good news." He was still fighting with the wrapper- apparently all-powerful archangels are thwarted by the wonders of human packaging.
Anna looked up abruptly, eyes going as round as saucers. "There weren't any omens the night Sam was born?"
The plastic on the moon pie wrapper made a satisfactory crackle as Gabriel finally managed to tear it open. That done, he looked up at Anna with an innocent expression, "....Oh right. I meant bad news."
Anna responded by hurling the half eaten bagel at his head.
This was supposed to be longer, but I couldn't figure out where to go and when a fic with some of the point being related to someone being the devil hits 666 words... You kinda have to take it as a sign.
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1983 was an interesting year.
Annie closed on Broadway (guess the sun wouldn't be out tomorrow). M*A*S*H ended after eleven seasons. Sally Ride became the first American woman in space. Tom Brokaw became the lead anchor for NBC Nightly News. Michael Jackson's Thriller music video was broadcast for the first time (oh the irony).
Oh right, and one Sam Winchester was born and got infected with demon blood. That too. And, supposedly, there were supposed to be signs surrounding his birth that pegged him as Lucifer's vessel that might have been missed the first four hundred times the Winchesters went over details about Sam's existence. If they happened, then Sam's kind of screwed. If they didn't... Well, maybe there was hope for him. Not that everyone didn't already know better than to assume there was any chance that this whole vessel thing was just one huge misunderstanding- occasionally, the Winchesters just like looking for elephants in cupboards.
Sam and Dean pulled the Back to the Future crap a few too many times (and there's probably going to be a rule put in place about crossing into your own timeline too many damn times because of it, assuming Daddy's up to laying down the law when they find Him), and considering what happened the last time Castiel and Anna tried that little trick with the boys, Gabriel decided that a time travel intervention needed to be called. Apparently, he who called the intervention got to make the next trip back into the 80's for information gathering.
Gabriel didn't like the 80's when they weren't reruns. The sixties- those were some good years. The seventies he could get behind. The 80's was all bad hair and horrible fashion. And Molly Ringwald. Eesh.
Still. He came, he saw, he got the information. All hail, the conquering time traveling angel.
"I have traveled here from the year 1983 to say this," he said, melodramatically, as he appeared in the Ye Olde Hotel Room of the moment, "Are there any bagals left?"
Anna, currently sprawled on one of the two beds, glanced up from the notebook she was meticulously translating an assortment of Enochian sigils in, a bagel dangling haphazardly out of her mouth. That was apparently all the answer necessary.
Gabriel rolled his eyes and flopped onto the other bed. "I risk life and limb to get information for you people and you don't even feed me."
"There is nothing in the 80's that could hurt an archangel, Gabriel," Anna murmured, mouth full of bagel. "And you're a walking convenience store, anyway."
"Am not," Gabriel shot back, although the argument was invalidated by the fact that he'd just produced a moon pie (bagels were, apparently, so five minutes ago) and was occupied with working the wrapping off with his teeth. "So where did Fred and Daphne get off to?"
"Hmm," Anna said, popping the bagel back into her mouth, so she could erase something on the notebook and correct it. That done, she climbed off the bed and moved over to a corner of the room to pick through some of the stacks of research books she'd brought Sam to leaf through. "Rufus called. There was a job in the next town over. Cas went with them. You're just going to lay there until someone asks you what you found out, aren't you?"
"I thought I'd wait until the Hardy Boys got back, so I could tell 'em the good news." He was still fighting with the wrapper- apparently all-powerful archangels are thwarted by the wonders of human packaging.
Anna looked up abruptly, eyes going as round as saucers. "There weren't any omens the night Sam was born?"
The plastic on the moon pie wrapper made a satisfactory crackle as Gabriel finally managed to tear it open. That done, he looked up at Anna with an innocent expression, "....Oh right. I meant bad news."
Anna responded by hurling the half eaten bagel at his head.