Day 56: Main Street

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After extricating himself from Harvey's company, Peter found himself at an utter loss for what to do. He drifted away from the park (too cold for that), munching on his breakfast muffin and searching out some place where $15 might be useful. The coupon pack was about as helpful as it had ever been. He wandered past Pearl's Prettification Parlour,

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The bus ride had turned out to be more about giving information than receiving it, but Castiel thought that he had handled Orihara's questions well and he continued to tell himself that it would be worth the time put into it if he was eventually taught how to pick a lock. He realized that wouldn't solve all of his problems by a long shot, but it was one step forward, which was far better than one step back

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So Gabriel was surprisingly okay with this whole... not getting anything done ever schtick, mostly because "not getting anything done ever" was synonymous with not dying (again). That was kind of the whole fate (oh, hah hah) he was trying to avoid. Man, it really brought an angel down to actually have to put effort into being wary. He figured this second chance had to be for something above getting eaten by a monster. Thing. Like maybe stopping the Apocalypse.

Riiiight. He should really get on that, except he did his part and no one remembered.

His awakening was totally uninteresting, even if it involved a new change of clothes (ratty, in his opinion, and not exactly the kind of thing he'd pick out of a Goodwill given half the chance, anyway. A scarf. A scarf. What was he, the Sassy Gay Friend? If anything, the Winchesters needed a friend who killed them a hell of a lot more often. Maybe frequency would instill some kind of respect or something. Frequency that was above the low hundreds

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Just as Castiel had finished his inspection of the Tasty Burger, he was interrupted -- once again, by Gabriel. As much as Castiel had once entered Dean's space unannounced, Gabriel seemed to do the same to him now. Seeing how he had just seen his brother the night before, he had little idea of what they could talk about, and yet it was possible that Gabriel could give him some idea of how to approach this day in town.

Then again, if he asked he might just get unhelpful remarks in response.

Still, the first statement out of the archangel's mouth was enough to confuse Castiel. For a few seconds he only gave Gabriel a blank stare. Snow angels? He knew of every variety of angel, from cherub to archangel and all that stood between. A snow angel made no sense; they were not trained for certain climates.

Then again, there were angels of love that existed. Perhaps he shouldn't have been so surprised. No, it was more his own lack of knowledge that bothered him, especially since Gabriel had said that they could make these angels. Maybe it

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While Gabriel would've normally attributed that silence to Castiel being... Castiel-y, the question made him realize that the buzzing sound he'd heard had been the slow turn of gears in Castiel's mind. How could someone who hung around with the Winchesters so much not understand a damn thing about humanity? Those two were walking You Don't Know Jacks.

... maybe that explained it.

"Imprudent? Really, Castiel? Is there anything about me that doesn't scream imprudent?" If you looked in the dictionary for the word imprudent... well, you'd see the definition of imprudent, but Gabriel's picture was implied there. Somewhere. He was totally in mind when the definition had been written.

"Look, you having fun is a logistic possibility, like dividing by zero. Me, on the other hand..." he shrugged with his usual smug smile. "Maybe one day you'll meet a snow angel, kid. You just gotta fall face-first and wiggle a bit."

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While Castiel was loath to admit it, Gabriel made a good point. Because Gabriel was, in many ways, the very opposite of any angel. He acted entirely on his own feelings and didn't allow logic or the mission to come into play. If he didn't think that the second floor was interesting enough, then he wouldn't go there. It was immensely aggravating, but there weren't many things about his brother that weren't

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Well, if they were going to get some actual work done, Gabriel was willing to at least be somewhat serious. "We should call ourselves the Febreeze brothers, because it's feeling so fresh right now. Two angels, working together... man, I've been dreaming about this for the last millennium and a half." It was probably a damn good thing he was here, too. If their plan was to gather information, that involved talking to locals. He wasn't going to argue with it because it was a plan, and even this archangel wasn't stupid enough to discredit how important info was. He was stuck, Castiel was stuck, and they both had to make up for it in pretty human ways

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Febreeze...? Wasn't that some sort of spray that made a room smell minty? Castiel had no idea what that had to do with two angels working alongside each other, since the concept wasn't that odd. It wasn't very common for an angel to work alone when going by Heaven's rules, but both he and Gabriel had moved away from those regulations, so perhaps it stood out in that way

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Gabriel rolled his eyes at that look. "I can see you're thinkin' too hard about this, bro. Calm down before you have an aneurysm." Which was actually a legitimate concern right now, though Gabriel wasn't actually showing any. It was more likely Castiel would have a heart attack if something happened to one of the Winchesters or something, anyway. Or if a girl hit on him. Desperate times, lady and gentlemen. Desperate times even applied to women.

Ten dollars altogether wasn't going to get them anywhere in a bar, even if his brother was willing to donate it to the good bank of Get An Archangel Drunk. And, like, paying off the bartender or something. Man, he would never get used to this questioning thing. It was annoying

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Castiel didn't feel as if he was thinking any harder than he was normally, but that was also because he didn't often stop thinking. There was always some angle to consider, some mystery to work through, some confusion about human life to attempt to understand. But if he spent too much time on all that he would be left in his brother's dust, and so he moved to follow after Gabriel and up the stairs to the door