Dead On Arrival [ota]
Why was he doing this again? Oh, right. Dean Winchester.
Gabriel didn't want to be here. Didn't want to be doing this. But here he was, trying to kill his brother to save the Winchesters, Kali, and people. He was on the side of people. Not with Heaven or Hell. With people. He didn't have much hope of success, but he'd left Dean and Sam with a little help to lead them on their way to get Lucifer back in the Pit if Gabriel failed.
He stood in front of his brother, with one last trick up his sleeve. Only... it didn't work. Because Gabriel wasn't really standing in front of Lucifer. That wan an illusion. He stood behind him, his Archangel's blade at the ready. Then he went for it, as Lucifer spoke to his illusion.
Then Lucifer turned suddenly, bringing Gabriel's blade around to stab Gabriel instead. His eyes widened in pain, surprise, sadness, and regret. And those same emotions were echoed in Lucifer's eyes.
"Don't forget, I taught you every trick you know, little brother." he twisted the blade, and Gabriel felt his Grace as it exploded and he died. It shouldn't have been like this.
Then somehow, impossibly, he woke up. His entire body ached in a pain that he'd never experienced before. He blinked at the sun in his eyes, groaning he covered them with a hand. It felt heavy, like lifting an hundred pound weight. Gabriel groaned craning his neck to see his surroundings. The imprint of his wings lay scorching the grass. He knew this place... he was sure of it. And why wasn't he dead? And why did everything hurt? He went to speak, but found his throat impossibly dry. He felt... human.
[[ooc: he's laying on the ground in the park, help him, will you? ]]
Gabriel didn't want to be here. Didn't want to be doing this. But here he was, trying to kill his brother to save the Winchesters, Kali, and people. He was on the side of people. Not with Heaven or Hell. With people. He didn't have much hope of success, but he'd left Dean and Sam with a little help to lead them on their way to get Lucifer back in the Pit if Gabriel failed.
He stood in front of his brother, with one last trick up his sleeve. Only... it didn't work. Because Gabriel wasn't really standing in front of Lucifer. That wan an illusion. He stood behind him, his Archangel's blade at the ready. Then he went for it, as Lucifer spoke to his illusion.
Then Lucifer turned suddenly, bringing Gabriel's blade around to stab Gabriel instead. His eyes widened in pain, surprise, sadness, and regret. And those same emotions were echoed in Lucifer's eyes.
"Don't forget, I taught you every trick you know, little brother." he twisted the blade, and Gabriel felt his Grace as it exploded and he died. It shouldn't have been like this.
Then somehow, impossibly, he woke up. His entire body ached in a pain that he'd never experienced before. He blinked at the sun in his eyes, groaning he covered them with a hand. It felt heavy, like lifting an hundred pound weight. Gabriel groaned craning his neck to see his surroundings. The imprint of his wings lay scorching the grass. He knew this place... he was sure of it. And why wasn't he dead? And why did everything hurt? He went to speak, but found his throat impossibly dry. He felt... human.
[[ooc: he's laying on the ground in the park, help him, will you? ]]