HP/SPN: Baby Mine 11
A/N: So write this or clean the house for the inspection next week… guess which option won! Oh, and Cas and Bobby seem to be gravitating towards each other. That wasn’t meant to happen, not sure if I should fight it or not.
And Gabriel gets revealed to the Winchesters! I was gonna include the TV episode, but this came out instead. Might decide to have him torture them with TV anyway, since it was a funny ep, but just have him being a dick instead of trying to teach them something.
Warnings: Castiel bullying Gabriel.
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Castiel ran his fingers lightly over Bobby’s wound, sending out a brief pulse of Grace to test it, and frowned.
“That ain’t encouraging,” Bobby muttered, trying to stay still under the angel’s scrutiny.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel pulled back, head downcast. “It’s too deep, the knife too powerful. The best I can do is restore partial movement, but you will be in pain the rest of your life.”
“No,” Dean shook his head from where he was standing near the door. “C’mon Cas, you can do better than that! You’re an angel, for crying out loud!”
“As much as I enjoy your faith in me,” Castiel sighed, “I’m not all-powerful. The only one who could…” He trailed off, mind suddenly racing. He couldn’t heal Bobby, no, but maybe… “Take him home, I’ll meet you there. I know someone who should be able to fix this.”
With that he was gone, leaving the humans puzzled. If an angel couldn’t heal Bobby, then who could?
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The Winchesters perked up at the sound of wings that signalled Castiel’s return, then looked at each other in astonishment as a familiar voice started complaining, apparently continuing an argument.
“I don’t wanna!”
“He’s my friend, now get in there and heal him.”
“No! He helped Dean kill me.”
“It wasn’t permanent, and I’m sure you deserved it.”
With that, Castiel came into the library where Bobby was lying on the couch, dragging the Trickster behind him by the hand. Teddy was held in the Trickster’s free arm, giggling away at the argument.
“Get to it,” Castiel pushed the Trickster towards the prone hunter, retrieving Teddy as he did so.
“No,” the Trickster pouted, folding his arms across his chest.
“Uh, Cas?” Dean asked, sure that they’d just stepped into the Twilight Zone. “Why did you bring a Trickster here?”
“Trickster?” Castiel looked confused. “He’s not a Trickster. He’s my older brother.”
That put all of the humans further on edge. No way could he be an angel… then again, he was certainly powerful enough.
“Spoil all my fun, Cassie,” Gabriel glared at his little brother, though it lacked any real heat, and turned back to the humans. “Most people, who haven’t met me lately, call me Gabriel.”
“Gabriel,” Sam choked. “The Archangel Gabriel?”
“Yup. And apparently the only one who can keep your friend there walking. Let’s get on with this, shall we?” Gabriel stepped forwards and sat on top of Bobby’s legs, not paying any attention to the irritated look the old hunter sent him. “Hmm. Tricky. I can see why you got me, Cas. Is the house warded?”
“Yes,” Castiel nodded. “No angel can enter without being invited in, and none can sense the use of Grace within the walls.”
“Excellent. Now, this will only hurt a little.” With that, Gabriel put his hand over the wound and pushed his healing Grace into it.
To Bobby’s surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. He felt a surge of… something go through him, and when it passed, he could feel the weight of the Archangel still sitting on his legs.
“Gerroff me,” he growled, flicking his leg a little and sending Gabriel to the floor. “Damn, you work fast kid.”
“I’m not a kid!” Gabriel exclaimed from his position on the floor.
“Look like one,” Bobby commented. “And besides the runt, you’re the shortest one here.” With that, he swung his legs back over the edge of the couch and stood, proving that he did indeed have a few inches on the Archangel.
“Not my fault,” Gabriel climbed up, sticking his hands in his pockets and glaring at the floor like a petulant teen. “When he was alive, my vessel was tall! People have just gotten taller since then.”
“How long have you been in that vessel?” Sam asked, curious as to how it worked. Gabriel shrugged at him.
“Lost count after the first two hundred years. Gotta be nearing a thousand, at least.”
That drew shocked looks again, which cheered Gabriel a bit. He liked catching them off-guard.
“Well, uh…” Sam was clearly trying to find something to say that wouldn’t get him in trouble again. “Just… thanks for helping. Even though you don’t like us.”
“I only did it because Cas asked,” Gabriel refused to meet their eyes, and Bobby got the feeling he wasn’t telling the whole truth. “He’s my little brother, and he knows how to push my buttons.”
“Sounds familiar,” Dean muttered, glancing at Sam. Gabriel caught the look and grinned at him.
“And… okay, maybe you help take care of Teddy, and the kid’d never let me forget it if I didn’t help you. He’s fond of you, for some reason,” Gabriel looked at the child in question, who was quite happy in his position in Castiel’s arms.
“Wait,” Dean held up a hand, something finally clicking. “You’re the one who gave Teddy to Cas in the first place, aren’t you?”
“Bingo,” Gabriel nodded.
“Why?”
“Because it was funny?” Gabriel tried. No one looked convinced, and he rolled his eyes. “Seriously, can you imagine me raising a kid? Kids cry, and barf, and require constant supervision… I’ll stick with my dog, thanks very much. And Cas always did as I said, even if he wasn’t meant to, so I knew he’d take care of it.”
“Him, Gabriel,” Castiel ground out. “Not it. Him.”
“So you keep saying,” the Archangel shrugged. “But until it shows an interest in beer and porn, I can’t consider it a true male.”
“Gabriel…” Cas growled, fierce enough that Sam and Dean each took a small step back. Bobby just rolled his eyes and adjusted his cap.
“…later guys!” With that, Gabriel disappeared, probably to avoid having Castiel stab him since that was never fun.
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And Gabriel gets revealed to the Winchesters! I was gonna include the TV episode, but this came out instead. Might decide to have him torture them with TV anyway, since it was a funny ep, but just have him being a dick instead of trying to teach them something.
Warnings: Castiel bullying Gabriel.
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Castiel ran his fingers lightly over Bobby’s wound, sending out a brief pulse of Grace to test it, and frowned.
“That ain’t encouraging,” Bobby muttered, trying to stay still under the angel’s scrutiny.
“I’m sorry,” Castiel pulled back, head downcast. “It’s too deep, the knife too powerful. The best I can do is restore partial movement, but you will be in pain the rest of your life.”
“No,” Dean shook his head from where he was standing near the door. “C’mon Cas, you can do better than that! You’re an angel, for crying out loud!”
“As much as I enjoy your faith in me,” Castiel sighed, “I’m not all-powerful. The only one who could…” He trailed off, mind suddenly racing. He couldn’t heal Bobby, no, but maybe… “Take him home, I’ll meet you there. I know someone who should be able to fix this.”
With that he was gone, leaving the humans puzzled. If an angel couldn’t heal Bobby, then who could?
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The Winchesters perked up at the sound of wings that signalled Castiel’s return, then looked at each other in astonishment as a familiar voice started complaining, apparently continuing an argument.
“I don’t wanna!”
“He’s my friend, now get in there and heal him.”
“No! He helped Dean kill me.”
“It wasn’t permanent, and I’m sure you deserved it.”
With that, Castiel came into the library where Bobby was lying on the couch, dragging the Trickster behind him by the hand. Teddy was held in the Trickster’s free arm, giggling away at the argument.
“Get to it,” Castiel pushed the Trickster towards the prone hunter, retrieving Teddy as he did so.
“No,” the Trickster pouted, folding his arms across his chest.
“Uh, Cas?” Dean asked, sure that they’d just stepped into the Twilight Zone. “Why did you bring a Trickster here?”
“Trickster?” Castiel looked confused. “He’s not a Trickster. He’s my older brother.”
That put all of the humans further on edge. No way could he be an angel… then again, he was certainly powerful enough.
“Spoil all my fun, Cassie,” Gabriel glared at his little brother, though it lacked any real heat, and turned back to the humans. “Most people, who haven’t met me lately, call me Gabriel.”
“Gabriel,” Sam choked. “The Archangel Gabriel?”
“Yup. And apparently the only one who can keep your friend there walking. Let’s get on with this, shall we?” Gabriel stepped forwards and sat on top of Bobby’s legs, not paying any attention to the irritated look the old hunter sent him. “Hmm. Tricky. I can see why you got me, Cas. Is the house warded?”
“Yes,” Castiel nodded. “No angel can enter without being invited in, and none can sense the use of Grace within the walls.”
“Excellent. Now, this will only hurt a little.” With that, Gabriel put his hand over the wound and pushed his healing Grace into it.
To Bobby’s surprise, it didn’t hurt at all. He felt a surge of… something go through him, and when it passed, he could feel the weight of the Archangel still sitting on his legs.
“Gerroff me,” he growled, flicking his leg a little and sending Gabriel to the floor. “Damn, you work fast kid.”
“I’m not a kid!” Gabriel exclaimed from his position on the floor.
“Look like one,” Bobby commented. “And besides the runt, you’re the shortest one here.” With that, he swung his legs back over the edge of the couch and stood, proving that he did indeed have a few inches on the Archangel.
“Not my fault,” Gabriel climbed up, sticking his hands in his pockets and glaring at the floor like a petulant teen. “When he was alive, my vessel was tall! People have just gotten taller since then.”
“How long have you been in that vessel?” Sam asked, curious as to how it worked. Gabriel shrugged at him.
“Lost count after the first two hundred years. Gotta be nearing a thousand, at least.”
That drew shocked looks again, which cheered Gabriel a bit. He liked catching them off-guard.
“Well, uh…” Sam was clearly trying to find something to say that wouldn’t get him in trouble again. “Just… thanks for helping. Even though you don’t like us.”
“I only did it because Cas asked,” Gabriel refused to meet their eyes, and Bobby got the feeling he wasn’t telling the whole truth. “He’s my little brother, and he knows how to push my buttons.”
“Sounds familiar,” Dean muttered, glancing at Sam. Gabriel caught the look and grinned at him.
“And… okay, maybe you help take care of Teddy, and the kid’d never let me forget it if I didn’t help you. He’s fond of you, for some reason,” Gabriel looked at the child in question, who was quite happy in his position in Castiel’s arms.
“Wait,” Dean held up a hand, something finally clicking. “You’re the one who gave Teddy to Cas in the first place, aren’t you?”
“Bingo,” Gabriel nodded.
“Why?”
“Because it was funny?” Gabriel tried. No one looked convinced, and he rolled his eyes. “Seriously, can you imagine me raising a kid? Kids cry, and barf, and require constant supervision… I’ll stick with my dog, thanks very much. And Cas always did as I said, even if he wasn’t meant to, so I knew he’d take care of it.”
“Him, Gabriel,” Castiel ground out. “Not it. Him.”
“So you keep saying,” the Archangel shrugged. “But until it shows an interest in beer and porn, I can’t consider it a true male.”
“Gabriel…” Cas growled, fierce enough that Sam and Dean each took a small step back. Bobby just rolled his eyes and adjusted his cap.
“…later guys!” With that, Gabriel disappeared, probably to avoid having Castiel stab him since that was never fun.
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