Aaron had been assessing the wreckage of the candy store in the wake of the brontosaurus or whatever that had stampeded through it when he felt an abrupt and unmistakeable presence. Grinning hugely, he waited a couple of minutes, figuring that the archangel would come to him.
When that didn't happen, the nephilim spread large feathered wings and took to the air.
Gabriel's essence was like a relatively contained nuclear explosion to his senses, so tracking him to the park didn't take long.
Coming in for a landing nearby, Aaron grinned as he approached the archangel.
"They let you back in? The whole place must be going to Hell." Of course, the nephilim had already been there, and he was fairly sure that Gabriel knew what the place looked like.
Trying to talk to the people down by the lake had crashed like the stock market, their eyes widening slightly at the sight of him and they headed off quickly, without even letting him know what state he was in. Typical. If it hadn't been for the dog they were walking, he would have snapped them into a tar-pit.
But he didn't, and not just because his snap seemed to be on the fritz. There was a familiar sound- one that he'd heard thousands of time back in the old days, in Heaven, but thankfully very few times since. He turned, and on instinct the Angel Blade was in his hand. Not sticky with his own blood, he mentally noted.
"Who are you?" Gabriel demanded, sword brandished. Okay, maybe he wasn't so good with it, but whoever this guy was didn't necessarily know that. But the words made Gabe double-take. Let him back in. So this was Heaven now, was it? Or some weird-ass version of it, just for him.
"I guess they did. Standards must be slipping." He replied, sword still in hand. "I expected better from Mike."
"Whoa, easy there." Aaron said, smile fading a little as he raised his hands. "No need to chop up the welcoming party."
He was familiar enough with how the village worked to realize that Gabriel not recognizing him could either mean that the archangel's memories hadn't returned yet, or that it was an entirely different version from the one he knew.
"Name's Aaron, and the place is called Haurvatat. It's not Heaven, but it's ok. Michael doesn't run things, though he was here before."
He looked around, making sure no one else was near enough to hear them.
"Just so I don't make a complete fool out of myself, you're Gabriel, right? Horn-blowing archangel turned Trickster?"
Gabriel frowned, not lowering the sword. He wasn't about to stab anyone, not if he didn't need to, but he was keeping his options open. Killing someone bare-handed though did turn his stomach a little. Much better to do it from a distance, with a wrecking-ball or something. It was just a pity there weren't any around.
"Aaron. Right." Gabriel repeated. "Not brother-Moses Aaron?" He had to make sure, after all. He didn't know where he was, and he had heard wings. He wasn't about to let down his guard.
Especially not when the kid dropped that bomb shell. Fuckfuckfuckity.
"Who wants to know?" He answered, trying to sound casual. No one knew that. Well, Kali knew that, apparently. Winchesters. Cassie. Luci. Probably a few others. But now everyone knew, and with his cover blown wide open, Gabriel was having to think on his feet.
Loki, fresh from his own recent arrival, happened to be at the lake. He glanced over his shoulder as Gabriel came close, then turned completely to face him.
Gabriel stopped as the man turned towards him. He'd not really had any luck with anyone else, and his first thought was that maybe this guy could help.
But there was a strange look to him that Gabriel, with millennia of experience, knew to be wary of. He slowed his pace a little, relaxing his shoulders. His snap might not be working, but he did have other tricks up his sleeve.
"It's not Earth. They tell me it's a pocket dimension, and an oubliette of sorts. I don't believe that last." His overly-calm face doesn't change in the slightest as he adds, "And watch who you're calling 'kiddo.'"
Gabriel snorted. Pocket realities were a dime a dozen, child's play. A pocket reality he was trapped in his sever was slightly more impressive but ultimately far more annoying. "Lots of places aren't Earth. Any more precise info on your GPS kiddo?"
He added that one for effect. He called everyone kiddo. It slipped out. Super special princess here was going to have to get used to it.
Gabriel had not expected to see a familiar face. He'd not expected to see Balthazar, that much was for sure. He stepped backwards, almost stumbling, before finding his balance again.
"Balth?" He said, half in wonder and half, well, maybe even three-quarters in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Then he seemed to settle somewhat. "It's good to see you."
That reaction confirmed to Balthazar that this wasn't the same Gabriel - or at least the Archangel didn't remember. He smiled a little.
"Good to see you too. And welcome to Haurvatat. One of ye ol' Heavenly father's secret projects, I imagine. A pocket dimension not quite on Earth, but not anywhere else, either."
Gabriel's face twisted into a smile, closing the distance between them and offering his brother a brief hug. It wasn't something he would usually have done, but Balth wasn't there anymore in the world Gabriel had known, and he'd felt that loss pretty keenly.
"Dad, do something like this? Please. I think the wildest place He ever came up with was New Zealand." No, everything else was the work of nature or nurture or someone else entirely. Pocket universe for trapping people in? Not Dad's style.
A two year old boy watched the man coming down the hill and he stood, waving at him, "HI!"
And off he went to greet him, legs moving faster than the rest of his body.
Which left his 6 month pregnant mother who'd been sitting down by the lake to curse under her breath, "Ed! Don't run off-!" Lost cause. It was so much easier to keep track of him when she wasn't hauling a watermelon on her stomach.
Slowly getting to her feet, the slayer, followed after to see just who it was her son had decided it was totally alright to go and greet.
[[ooc: fyi, the boy isn't Dean's (was one she had from a pup that left a while ago, but the one in her belly is his) :) ]]
"Whoa, kiddo!" Gabriel laughed as the boy came racing towards him, almost fast enough to knock someone over. "You in training for the Olympics?" He asked, squatting down so he could more easily speak to the boy, glancing beyond to see his mother struggling up.
He nodded over to her, still speaking to the boy. "That's your mom, right?" He asked.
The boy giggled, hand going over his face at the mention of the Olympics. He shook his head, clearly finding that idea ridiculous, "Noooo...!"
Faith moved closer, relaxing a bit when it seemed the man was at least friendly. Of course, that was no reason to trust him completely, but she wasn't going to assume the worst. Or try not to anyway.
Ed looked back to she his moment getting closer, then turned to nod and Gabriel emphatically, "And my baby brod-er..." clearly that was what Ed wanted it to be, but he added too, "or sis-tar.."
"Huh, maybe you should think about it kid, you're super fast!" Gabriel said, grinning and glancing back to the women coming towards them. Really he should have taken the boy back to her, but she was already up and only a few feet away now.
"A brother or sister? That's a lot of responsibility for a brave young man like you. You're helping your mom out, right? Is he, mom?" Gabriel asked, glancing back to the young woman as she got to them.
They seemed nice, but Gabriel had a soft spot for kids, and frankly it clouded his judgement.
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When that didn't happen, the nephilim spread large feathered wings and took to the air.
Gabriel's essence was like a relatively contained nuclear explosion to his senses, so tracking him to the park didn't take long.
Coming in for a landing nearby, Aaron grinned as he approached the archangel.
"They let you back in? The whole place must be going to Hell." Of course, the nephilim had already been there, and he was fairly sure that Gabriel knew what the place looked like.
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But he didn't, and not just because his snap seemed to be on the fritz. There was a familiar sound- one that he'd heard thousands of time back in the old days, in Heaven, but thankfully very few times since. He turned, and on instinct the Angel Blade was in his hand. Not sticky with his own blood, he mentally noted.
"Who are you?" Gabriel demanded, sword brandished. Okay, maybe he wasn't so good with it, but whoever this guy was didn't necessarily know that. But the words made Gabe double-take. Let him back in. So this was Heaven now, was it? Or some weird-ass version of it, just for him.
"I guess they did. Standards must be slipping." He replied, sword still in hand. "I expected better from Mike."
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He was familiar enough with how the village worked to realize that Gabriel not recognizing him could either mean that the archangel's memories hadn't returned yet, or that it was an entirely different version from the one he knew.
"Name's Aaron, and the place is called Haurvatat. It's not Heaven, but it's ok. Michael doesn't run things, though he was here before."
He looked around, making sure no one else was near enough to hear them.
"Just so I don't make a complete fool out of myself, you're Gabriel, right? Horn-blowing archangel turned Trickster?"
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"Aaron. Right." Gabriel repeated. "Not brother-Moses Aaron?" He had to make sure, after all. He didn't know where he was, and he had heard wings. He wasn't about to let down his guard.
Especially not when the kid dropped that bomb shell. Fuckfuckfuckity.
"Who wants to know?" He answered, trying to sound casual. No one knew that. Well, Kali knew that, apparently. Winchesters. Cassie. Luci. Probably a few others. But now everyone knew, and with his cover blown wide open, Gabriel was having to think on his feet.
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But there was a strange look to him that Gabriel, with millennia of experience, knew to be wary of. He slowed his pace a little, relaxing his shoulders. His snap might not be working, but he did have other tricks up his sleeve.
"Any idea where here is, kiddo?"
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He added that one for effect. He called everyone kiddo. It slipped out. Super special princess here was going to have to get used to it.
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"It seems the village enjoys having you here." Still British as ever.
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"Balth?" He said, half in wonder and half, well, maybe even three-quarters in shock. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Then he seemed to settle somewhat. "It's good to see you."
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"Good to see you too. And welcome to Haurvatat. One of ye ol' Heavenly father's secret projects, I imagine. A pocket dimension not quite on Earth, but not anywhere else, either."
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"Dad, do something like this? Please. I think the wildest place He ever came up with was New Zealand." No, everything else was the work of nature or nurture or someone else entirely. Pocket universe for trapping people in? Not Dad's style.
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And off he went to greet him, legs moving faster than the rest of his body.
Which left his 6 month pregnant mother who'd been sitting down by the lake to curse under her breath, "Ed! Don't run off-!" Lost cause. It was so much easier to keep track of him when she wasn't hauling a watermelon on her stomach.
Slowly getting to her feet, the slayer, followed after to see just who it was her son had decided it was totally alright to go and greet.
[[ooc: fyi, the boy isn't Dean's (was one she had from a pup that left a while ago, but the one in her belly is his) :) ]]
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"Whoa, kiddo!" Gabriel laughed as the boy came racing towards him, almost fast enough to knock someone over. "You in training for the Olympics?" He asked, squatting down so he could more easily speak to the boy, glancing beyond to see his mother struggling up.
He nodded over to her, still speaking to the boy. "That's your mom, right?" He asked.
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Faith moved closer, relaxing a bit when it seemed the man was at least friendly. Of course, that was no reason to trust him completely, but she wasn't going to assume the worst. Or try not to anyway.
Ed looked back to she his moment getting closer, then turned to nod and Gabriel emphatically, "And my baby brod-er..." clearly that was what Ed wanted it to be, but he added too, "or sis-tar.."
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"A brother or sister? That's a lot of responsibility for a brave young man like you. You're helping your mom out, right? Is he, mom?" Gabriel asked, glancing back to the young woman as she got to them.
They seemed nice, but Gabriel had a soft spot for kids, and frankly it clouded his judgement.
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