[Locked] "And in the morning? I'M MAKING WAFFLES."
It should be noted that donkeys with the powers of angels are inherently creepy. They're especially creepy when they're breaking into other people's cabins. A day or two of being a donkey and Gabriel already wants his vessel back in its proper shape and it's not just because he misses having thumbs and a voice box- any longer and Castiel might get ideas and he's not standing for this joint to gain two angelic packmules. Or worse. Plus, any longer and Sam and Dean were bound to find out about his affliction and color him arrogant, but the last thing he needed was for those two mooks to find out he was weak against fairies.
Nope. If Miss White Eyes wants to barter, then Gabriel will friggin' barter with her, even if it costs him the one thing that can kill him. It wasn't as if he cared that much about the damn sword- he sure as hell never intended to use it ever, since fratricide was against his personal religion. He just didn't want someone keen on making him his bitch to have it.
Then again, that white-eyed bitch had enough on him without it, so there probably wouldn't be much of a change there and it was worth hocking it if it meant he didn't have to be a donkey anymore.
Which is why there's a donkey with its head shoved underneath the old-fashioned and well-worn mattress of one Karrin Murphy's bed, trying to yank the sword hidden under there out. King Arthur, eat your goddamn heart out.
Donkeys, it should also be noted, are not subtle creatures.
[[OOC: I'D APOLOGIZE FOR THE GABRIEL SPAM, but... I'm really not that sorry. :| AND AUBREY, DO NOT FEEL OBLIGATED TO TAG THIS UNTIL YOU ARE READY. I just wanted to put it up as a placeholder before the carnival.]]
Nope. If Miss White Eyes wants to barter, then Gabriel will friggin' barter with her, even if it costs him the one thing that can kill him. It wasn't as if he cared that much about the damn sword- he sure as hell never intended to use it ever, since fratricide was against his personal religion. He just didn't want someone keen on making him his bitch to have it.
Then again, that white-eyed bitch had enough on him without it, so there probably wouldn't be much of a change there and it was worth hocking it if it meant he didn't have to be a donkey anymore.
Which is why there's a donkey with its head shoved underneath the old-fashioned and well-worn mattress of one Karrin Murphy's bed, trying to yank the sword hidden under there out. King Arthur, eat your goddamn heart out.
Donkeys, it should also be noted, are not subtle creatures.
[[OOC: I'D APOLOGIZE FOR THE GABRIEL SPAM, but... I'm really not that sorry. :| AND AUBREY, DO NOT FEEL OBLIGATED TO TAG THIS UNTIL YOU ARE READY. I just wanted to put it up as a placeholder before the carnival.]]