The Coming of the End: Part 4 (glee/supernatural)
Title: The Coming of the End
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG 13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Burt, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, Uriel, Joshua, the Archangels, the demons. Pretty much all of Supernatural, Pairing is Dean/Kurt
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU
Spoilers: All of Season 2 for Glee, After episode 4.09 for Supernatural
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Eric Kripke respectively.
Summary: As the battle between heaven and hell begins, the Winchesters gain an unexpected ally.
Warning(s): AU/crossover; Angel!Kurt, Also there's no Anna Milton although this was largely inspired by her character on the show. Timeline has been moved up 2 years.
Word Count: Around 2900 words for this part.
Previous Parts: 1 | 2 | 3
The Coming of the End
By Koinaka
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there.
-Angel, Sarah McLachlan
Chapter Four
There was hardly room for one person on the tiny cot in the panic room let alone two, but somehow both Dean and Kurt managed to make it work. Mostly because Kurt was nearly all the way on top of Dean, plastered to him so that every inch of Kurt was touching some part of Dean, so that he could feel the beating of his heart, the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. Kurt traced the hand print on Dean's arm tenderly. He could feel Castiel's grace dancing beneath the surface there. Dean's breath hitched at the contact, his calloused hand splaying against the small of Kurt's back where it rested.
"The first time I heard the angels speak was when Castiel pulled you from hell. I was sitting with some of my friends from school when I heard him say, 'Dean Winchester is saved.' I thought I was going crazy."
He felt more than heard Dean's response, a sleepy murmur of, "Really?"
Kurt nodded. "I think maybe I did go a little crazy on Halloween-when the seal was broken. I slit my wrist and painted a Sigil on my wall. I didn't even know what it meant, but I thought it would protect me. When my dad found me…well, it wasn't very pretty. I put him through a lot the last few months."
"The man that I…uh… that the demon was riding in…was your dad, right?"
"Yes."
There was a pause, and then Dean's arms tightened around him. "I'm…well, not sorry that I stopped him, but I'm sorry…for your loss."
Neither of them spoke for quite a while. Kurt traced patterns onto Dean's stomach with the pads of his fingertips, relishing in the way that Dean trembled beneath them.
"Why do you think he did it? Made you human and sent you to earth, I mean. If he was just saving you from Raphael, couldn't he have picked an easier way? It just….it seems like maybe there was a reason that he did it the way he did."
Kurt inhaled deeply, enjoying the burn he felt when he pulled in a little too much air before then exhaling it all out slowly. The act of breathing felt foreign to him, now, even though he had been doing so for sixteen years without ever feeling that way. "I don't know," he said finally. "I only hold the secrets that my Father gives me, and He has not given this one to me."
"Do you ever wonder why he's letting any of this shit happen in the first place? I mean, he could stop it if he wanted to, right?"
Another deep breath. "I-yes."
Tensions were high the next morning. Kurt spent the majority of the morning pacing back and forth in the panic room while the others talked strategy. Both the angels and the demons were drawing in on them, and there was little they could do. As much as Kurt disliked Ruby-and make no mistake, he did dislike her-he knew that she was right when she said that they couldn't fight both Heaven and Hell. One side, yes, but not both, and definitely not when one side was angels. The demons would definitely be easier to fight, all things considered, than the angels because they had something that could actually kill a demon as opposed to what they had to fight against angels which was nothing but the deflection that was afforded to them by using the Banishing Sigil.
Except…what if they did have a weapon they could use against an angel-a weapon like an Archangel's blade? Maybe then they would stand a chance against both sides. Better still would be to have an angel-Archangel or not-on their side.
And then it came to him. There was someone he could ask for help.
Gabriel.
It would be risky, yes, because to do so he would have to give up the protection of the hex bag, and there was always the possibility that his brother would not answer his call, but it was a chance he was willing to take.
"What if," Kurt began, interrupting Ruby, who was once again berating their lack of forethought on getting involved with a fight between heaven and hell.
Three sets of eyes were fixed steadily on him, waiting for him to continue.
"What if we had an Archangel on our side? Or their blade at the very least."
No one said anything at first, but from their reactions he could tell that they were thinking about it-even if Ruby looked a little nauseous at the idea. Everyone except Dean.
"No way," he said at once. "You told me yourself that last time you were in the same room as one of your brothers, he tried to kill you. What makes you think this time would be any different?"
"Gabriel would never hurt me."
The certainty of both Kurt's words and his tone left no room for arguing, but Dean somehow still managed to find some. "Well, he sure as hell hasn't helped you, has he? Where was he when Raphael tried to gank you?"
"I'm sure he would have helped had he been there at the time, but I haven't seen him in…a very long time. He left Heaven before Lucifer was cast out."
But the certainty that had been there before wasn't there now because while Kurt was certain that Gabriel wouldn't hurt him, he wasn't quite so certain that he would help him.
"Why?" Dean asked, his face earnest and his voice full of confusion. "Why would anyone leave Heaven if they didn't have to?"
Kurt just stared at a spot on the wall over his shoulder. "We were a family-Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, Gabriel, and I-and like any family, we had our share of disagreements, but given our nature, our disagreements…well, they weren't exactly small. Gabriel left because he was tired of the fighting, tired of being asked to choose sides in an argument that no one would win."
Dean whistled and then let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Man, and I thought that us Winchesters were dysfunctional, but you guys take the cake."
"Yes, perhaps we do," Kurt said in a subdued tone. He turned away from the group, trying to ignore the ache in his chest.
This was the part about reconciling the two sides of himself that was the most difficult-having two separate families, each family as different from the other as they could be.
For so many years, it had been him and his dad against the world. Now, Kurt was left with an absent Father who he loved, desperately, fervently loved, a brother who had attempted to kill him just a little over a decade and a half ago, two brothers who were so focused on killing one another that they were willing to consume the entire planet if that's what it took to win, and one brother who was so afraid of standing up to his family that he had been living a lie for countless millennia.
For the first time since remembering his true identity, Kurt wished for ignorance once more. He yearned to do all of the things he had taken for granted-his moisturizing regime, fighting with Rachel over solos, berating Mr. Schue's weekly assignments with Mercedes, talking fashion with Tina. More than anything, he wished to see his dad once again.
"You think Gabriel will really help?" Dean asked, interrupting Kurt's thoughts.
Kurt sucked in a harsh breath before turning back to meet his questioning gaze. "I think that we have nothing left to lose."
Ruby let out a derisive snort. "Except our lives. Archangels are…" she struggled for words. "You think regular angels are dicks, you haven't seen anything yet-"
Kurt gave her a pointed look, and she fell silent almost at once.
That more than anything seemed to settle it for Dean because, like Kurt, he didn't trust the demon. He might not know everything that Kurt did, but he certainly knew enough to know that she was bad news.
"Okay," Dean said, exhaling heavily. "So, how do we do this? You got him on speed dial or something?"
"Something like that," Kurt replied, his eyes flitting between the three people standing in front of him. "But I'll have to get rid of the hex bag first because if I don't, he won't be able to find me."
"And if he doesn't show up, but the other angels do, what then?" Ruby asked.
Kurt shrugged. "It's a risk, yes, but one that I'm willing to take. Feel free to leave if you'd like, Ruby. In fact, I suggest you do."
Ruby glared, and Sam frowned. "Nice," he commented. "Really nice."
"Not everyone is so willing to trust a demon," Kurt said.
"If it wasn't for me, angel-boy, you'd be a demon's chew toy right now, so maybe you should at least pretend to be a little grateful."
"I am grateful," he said as sincerely as he could because she was telling the truth. Had she not informed the Winchesters about him then it was likely that he would have been captured that night. He certainly couldn't have stopped that demon alone. "But that doesn't mean I trust you."
Dean stepped in between the two of them, leveling Ruby with a warning look before turning to Kurt. "So, you get rid of the hex bag, and then what?"
"I call for him, and pray that he answers my call before the other angels-or the demons-realize I'm unmasked."
"Okay," Dean said, nodding. "Okay, so, basically we just hope for the best and expect the worst. Sounds about right. Let's do this."
"For the record," Ruby said. "I think this is a really bad idea."
"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears," Dean said, spreading his hands out wide. "Otherwise, shut your pie hole."
It was Sam who answered. "I think we should take a step back. We have no leads on where his grace could be, and there's no way we can take on both sides, not yet anyway. We've done all we can do here, Dean. We need to concentrate on something we can actually do something about. Like stopping Lilith from breaking anymore seals. Sorry," he added to Kurt. "As long as you have the hex bag, no one will be able to find you, and maybe when Bobby comes home, he'll know of something better to do, but for now…"
Sam's words became dimmer at the same time as the edges of Kurt's vision started to become hazy, and suddenly the scene before him changed. He was still seeing Sam, but a different Sam. A Sam dressed entirely in white.
Dean lays motionless on the ground, the heel of Sam's foot pressed into his neck.
Sam tilts his head in greeting when he sees Kurt.
"Hello brother."
It is not Sam. It is Lucifer staring out from Sam's eyes.
"-hear me?"
Kurt blinked as the world came back into focus. He was on the floor of the panic room with Dean crouched down beside him. Sam and Ruby were still standing in the same spot. He looked away from Sam almost immediately, choosing instead to look at Dean.
"Vision?" he asked.
Kurt nodded. "Yes. I think they will become more frequent as time goes on. I've only been aware of my status for less than a week. My Father must have been holding them back before, but now that I am aware once again…" He shrugged.
"We doing this or not?" Dean didn't wait for anyone to answer, though; he just pulled a lighter out of his pocket and tossed it to him.
With shaking hands, Kurt took the hex bag from the pocket of his pajama pants and set the end on fire before dropping it on the floor.
"Gabriel," he said as he watched the flames consume the hexbag, the Enochian flowing freely off of his tongue. How odd it was to speak it again after so long of not. Even odder still was the expression on Dean's face at hearing him speak it. "Gabriel."
There was a moment of absolute silence before everything began to rumble and the lights began to flash. The light was blinding, so much brighter than when Castiel and Uriel arrived that even Kurt had to avert his eyes.
The look on Gabriel's face when he arrived to find Kurt standing before him, the burning hex bag at his feet, was completely uncharacteristic. All of Kurt's memories involving Gabriel were ones of laughter and smiles, but this Gabriel was frowning slightly, not one trace of amusement on his face.
Beside him both Dean and Sam stared wide-eyed at Gabriel for a second until they both moved toward him, each one yelling something different. Gabriel held up his hand rendering them both silent and immobile. He moved toward Kurt, slowly, his eyes studying him.
"Raziel," he said when he reached him, his fingers gliding over the contours of Kurt's face as if to reassure himself that Kurt was really there. "I thought you were dead."
Before either of them was able to say anything else, the lights began to flicker once again. Kurt's eyes widened as he heard the fluttering of wings that signaled the arrival of Castiel and Uriel. If they were surprised to see Gabriel, they did not look it.
Uriel was the first to speak. "Brother," he said, his voice pitched low. "I see you've already detained the traitor. Raphael will be pleased that you've returned to help us."
Gabriel scoffed, loudly. The pensive look on his face had been replaced by his usual smirk. "Help you? Now, why would I want to do a thing like that?"
"Give me the boy, Gabriel."
Gabriel cocked his head to the side, affecting deliberation. He looked at Uriel first and then at Castiel before finally looking at Kurt.
"You know what? I don't think I will. Not really feeling too charitable today, boys, if you know what I mean."
"I wasn't asking. We have orders to take him to Raphael." Uriel said.
"Oh yeah? And just who died and left him in charge?"
"This boy is a traitor." Uriel said, trying a different tactic. "Surely you can't mean to let him go free." His tone was full of incredulity but beneath it was something else that Kurt could discern right away. Fear. Uriel was afraid of Gabriel, and for good reason.
"Traitor?" Gabriel asked, matching Uriel's incredulous tone. "Raziel? A traitor? Well, Muriel, sorry to hafta be the one that breaks it to ya, but I think someone's been yankin' your wings."
He considered the angel in front of him. "On the other hand…As the Trickster, I do have a reputation of giving out just deserts to live up to."
With a snap of his fingers, Uriel disappeared. He turned to Castiel. "Why don't you go run along and tell my brother he'll have to do his own dirty work from now on? Unless…" He raised his hand, poised to snap again at a moment's notice.
The fluttering of wings signaling Castiel's departure was his only response.
Gabriel clapped his hands together. "Now that we have that taken care of, one of you chuckleheads want to tell me what's going on?"
Kurt stepped forward. "We need your help. I need your help."
Gabriel arched a brow and waited for him to continue. Kurt took a deep breath and did so. "Your sword. I need your sword."
Author: Koinaka
Rating: PG 13
Pairing(s)/Character(s):Kurt, Burt, Dean, Sam, Bobby, Castiel, Uriel, Joshua, the Archangels, the demons. Pretty much all of Supernatural, Pairing is Dean/Kurt
Genre: Supernatural!Crossover, AU
Spoilers: All of Season 2 for Glee, After episode 4.09 for Supernatural
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Ryan Murphy and Eric Kripke respectively.
Summary: As the battle between heaven and hell begins, the Winchesters gain an unexpected ally.
Warning(s): AU/crossover; Angel!Kurt, Also there's no Anna Milton although this was largely inspired by her character on the show. Timeline has been moved up 2 years.
Word Count: Around 2900 words for this part.
Previous Parts: 1 | 2 | 3
The Coming of the End
By Koinaka
In the arms of an angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear.
You are pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent reverie.
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort there.
-Angel, Sarah McLachlan
Chapter Four
There was hardly room for one person on the tiny cot in the panic room let alone two, but somehow both Dean and Kurt managed to make it work. Mostly because Kurt was nearly all the way on top of Dean, plastered to him so that every inch of Kurt was touching some part of Dean, so that he could feel the beating of his heart, the rising and falling of his chest as he breathed. Kurt traced the hand print on Dean's arm tenderly. He could feel Castiel's grace dancing beneath the surface there. Dean's breath hitched at the contact, his calloused hand splaying against the small of Kurt's back where it rested.
"The first time I heard the angels speak was when Castiel pulled you from hell. I was sitting with some of my friends from school when I heard him say, 'Dean Winchester is saved.' I thought I was going crazy."
He felt more than heard Dean's response, a sleepy murmur of, "Really?"
Kurt nodded. "I think maybe I did go a little crazy on Halloween-when the seal was broken. I slit my wrist and painted a Sigil on my wall. I didn't even know what it meant, but I thought it would protect me. When my dad found me…well, it wasn't very pretty. I put him through a lot the last few months."
"The man that I…uh… that the demon was riding in…was your dad, right?"
"Yes."
There was a pause, and then Dean's arms tightened around him. "I'm…well, not sorry that I stopped him, but I'm sorry…for your loss."
Neither of them spoke for quite a while. Kurt traced patterns onto Dean's stomach with the pads of his fingertips, relishing in the way that Dean trembled beneath them.
"Why do you think he did it? Made you human and sent you to earth, I mean. If he was just saving you from Raphael, couldn't he have picked an easier way? It just….it seems like maybe there was a reason that he did it the way he did."
Kurt inhaled deeply, enjoying the burn he felt when he pulled in a little too much air before then exhaling it all out slowly. The act of breathing felt foreign to him, now, even though he had been doing so for sixteen years without ever feeling that way. "I don't know," he said finally. "I only hold the secrets that my Father gives me, and He has not given this one to me."
"Do you ever wonder why he's letting any of this shit happen in the first place? I mean, he could stop it if he wanted to, right?"
Another deep breath. "I-yes."
Tensions were high the next morning. Kurt spent the majority of the morning pacing back and forth in the panic room while the others talked strategy. Both the angels and the demons were drawing in on them, and there was little they could do. As much as Kurt disliked Ruby-and make no mistake, he did dislike her-he knew that she was right when she said that they couldn't fight both Heaven and Hell. One side, yes, but not both, and definitely not when one side was angels. The demons would definitely be easier to fight, all things considered, than the angels because they had something that could actually kill a demon as opposed to what they had to fight against angels which was nothing but the deflection that was afforded to them by using the Banishing Sigil.
Except…what if they did have a weapon they could use against an angel-a weapon like an Archangel's blade? Maybe then they would stand a chance against both sides. Better still would be to have an angel-Archangel or not-on their side.
And then it came to him. There was someone he could ask for help.
Gabriel.
It would be risky, yes, because to do so he would have to give up the protection of the hex bag, and there was always the possibility that his brother would not answer his call, but it was a chance he was willing to take.
"What if," Kurt began, interrupting Ruby, who was once again berating their lack of forethought on getting involved with a fight between heaven and hell.
Three sets of eyes were fixed steadily on him, waiting for him to continue.
"What if we had an Archangel on our side? Or their blade at the very least."
No one said anything at first, but from their reactions he could tell that they were thinking about it-even if Ruby looked a little nauseous at the idea. Everyone except Dean.
"No way," he said at once. "You told me yourself that last time you were in the same room as one of your brothers, he tried to kill you. What makes you think this time would be any different?"
"Gabriel would never hurt me."
The certainty of both Kurt's words and his tone left no room for arguing, but Dean somehow still managed to find some. "Well, he sure as hell hasn't helped you, has he? Where was he when Raphael tried to gank you?"
"I'm sure he would have helped had he been there at the time, but I haven't seen him in…a very long time. He left Heaven before Lucifer was cast out."
But the certainty that had been there before wasn't there now because while Kurt was certain that Gabriel wouldn't hurt him, he wasn't quite so certain that he would help him.
"Why?" Dean asked, his face earnest and his voice full of confusion. "Why would anyone leave Heaven if they didn't have to?"
Kurt just stared at a spot on the wall over his shoulder. "We were a family-Michael, Raphael, Lucifer, Gabriel, and I-and like any family, we had our share of disagreements, but given our nature, our disagreements…well, they weren't exactly small. Gabriel left because he was tired of the fighting, tired of being asked to choose sides in an argument that no one would win."
Dean whistled and then let out a low, humorless chuckle. "Man, and I thought that us Winchesters were dysfunctional, but you guys take the cake."
"Yes, perhaps we do," Kurt said in a subdued tone. He turned away from the group, trying to ignore the ache in his chest.
This was the part about reconciling the two sides of himself that was the most difficult-having two separate families, each family as different from the other as they could be.
For so many years, it had been him and his dad against the world. Now, Kurt was left with an absent Father who he loved, desperately, fervently loved, a brother who had attempted to kill him just a little over a decade and a half ago, two brothers who were so focused on killing one another that they were willing to consume the entire planet if that's what it took to win, and one brother who was so afraid of standing up to his family that he had been living a lie for countless millennia.
For the first time since remembering his true identity, Kurt wished for ignorance once more. He yearned to do all of the things he had taken for granted-his moisturizing regime, fighting with Rachel over solos, berating Mr. Schue's weekly assignments with Mercedes, talking fashion with Tina. More than anything, he wished to see his dad once again.
"You think Gabriel will really help?" Dean asked, interrupting Kurt's thoughts.
Kurt sucked in a harsh breath before turning back to meet his questioning gaze. "I think that we have nothing left to lose."
Ruby let out a derisive snort. "Except our lives. Archangels are…" she struggled for words. "You think regular angels are dicks, you haven't seen anything yet-"
Kurt gave her a pointed look, and she fell silent almost at once.
That more than anything seemed to settle it for Dean because, like Kurt, he didn't trust the demon. He might not know everything that Kurt did, but he certainly knew enough to know that she was bad news.
"Okay," Dean said, exhaling heavily. "So, how do we do this? You got him on speed dial or something?"
"Something like that," Kurt replied, his eyes flitting between the three people standing in front of him. "But I'll have to get rid of the hex bag first because if I don't, he won't be able to find me."
"And if he doesn't show up, but the other angels do, what then?" Ruby asked.
Kurt shrugged. "It's a risk, yes, but one that I'm willing to take. Feel free to leave if you'd like, Ruby. In fact, I suggest you do."
Ruby glared, and Sam frowned. "Nice," he commented. "Really nice."
"Not everyone is so willing to trust a demon," Kurt said.
"If it wasn't for me, angel-boy, you'd be a demon's chew toy right now, so maybe you should at least pretend to be a little grateful."
"I am grateful," he said as sincerely as he could because she was telling the truth. Had she not informed the Winchesters about him then it was likely that he would have been captured that night. He certainly couldn't have stopped that demon alone. "But that doesn't mean I trust you."
Dean stepped in between the two of them, leveling Ruby with a warning look before turning to Kurt. "So, you get rid of the hex bag, and then what?"
"I call for him, and pray that he answers my call before the other angels-or the demons-realize I'm unmasked."
"Okay," Dean said, nodding. "Okay, so, basically we just hope for the best and expect the worst. Sounds about right. Let's do this."
"For the record," Ruby said. "I think this is a really bad idea."
"If you have a better idea, I'm all ears," Dean said, spreading his hands out wide. "Otherwise, shut your pie hole."
It was Sam who answered. "I think we should take a step back. We have no leads on where his grace could be, and there's no way we can take on both sides, not yet anyway. We've done all we can do here, Dean. We need to concentrate on something we can actually do something about. Like stopping Lilith from breaking anymore seals. Sorry," he added to Kurt. "As long as you have the hex bag, no one will be able to find you, and maybe when Bobby comes home, he'll know of something better to do, but for now…"
Sam's words became dimmer at the same time as the edges of Kurt's vision started to become hazy, and suddenly the scene before him changed. He was still seeing Sam, but a different Sam. A Sam dressed entirely in white.
Dean lays motionless on the ground, the heel of Sam's foot pressed into his neck.
Sam tilts his head in greeting when he sees Kurt.
"Hello brother."
It is not Sam. It is Lucifer staring out from Sam's eyes.
"-hear me?"
Kurt blinked as the world came back into focus. He was on the floor of the panic room with Dean crouched down beside him. Sam and Ruby were still standing in the same spot. He looked away from Sam almost immediately, choosing instead to look at Dean.
"Vision?" he asked.
Kurt nodded. "Yes. I think they will become more frequent as time goes on. I've only been aware of my status for less than a week. My Father must have been holding them back before, but now that I am aware once again…" He shrugged.
"We doing this or not?" Dean didn't wait for anyone to answer, though; he just pulled a lighter out of his pocket and tossed it to him.
With shaking hands, Kurt took the hex bag from the pocket of his pajama pants and set the end on fire before dropping it on the floor.
"Gabriel," he said as he watched the flames consume the hexbag, the Enochian flowing freely off of his tongue. How odd it was to speak it again after so long of not. Even odder still was the expression on Dean's face at hearing him speak it. "Gabriel."
There was a moment of absolute silence before everything began to rumble and the lights began to flash. The light was blinding, so much brighter than when Castiel and Uriel arrived that even Kurt had to avert his eyes.
The look on Gabriel's face when he arrived to find Kurt standing before him, the burning hex bag at his feet, was completely uncharacteristic. All of Kurt's memories involving Gabriel were ones of laughter and smiles, but this Gabriel was frowning slightly, not one trace of amusement on his face.
Beside him both Dean and Sam stared wide-eyed at Gabriel for a second until they both moved toward him, each one yelling something different. Gabriel held up his hand rendering them both silent and immobile. He moved toward Kurt, slowly, his eyes studying him.
"Raziel," he said when he reached him, his fingers gliding over the contours of Kurt's face as if to reassure himself that Kurt was really there. "I thought you were dead."
Before either of them was able to say anything else, the lights began to flicker once again. Kurt's eyes widened as he heard the fluttering of wings that signaled the arrival of Castiel and Uriel. If they were surprised to see Gabriel, they did not look it.
Uriel was the first to speak. "Brother," he said, his voice pitched low. "I see you've already detained the traitor. Raphael will be pleased that you've returned to help us."
Gabriel scoffed, loudly. The pensive look on his face had been replaced by his usual smirk. "Help you? Now, why would I want to do a thing like that?"
"Give me the boy, Gabriel."
Gabriel cocked his head to the side, affecting deliberation. He looked at Uriel first and then at Castiel before finally looking at Kurt.
"You know what? I don't think I will. Not really feeling too charitable today, boys, if you know what I mean."
"I wasn't asking. We have orders to take him to Raphael." Uriel said.
"Oh yeah? And just who died and left him in charge?"
"This boy is a traitor." Uriel said, trying a different tactic. "Surely you can't mean to let him go free." His tone was full of incredulity but beneath it was something else that Kurt could discern right away. Fear. Uriel was afraid of Gabriel, and for good reason.
"Traitor?" Gabriel asked, matching Uriel's incredulous tone. "Raziel? A traitor? Well, Muriel, sorry to hafta be the one that breaks it to ya, but I think someone's been yankin' your wings."
He considered the angel in front of him. "On the other hand…As the Trickster, I do have a reputation of giving out just deserts to live up to."
With a snap of his fingers, Uriel disappeared. He turned to Castiel. "Why don't you go run along and tell my brother he'll have to do his own dirty work from now on? Unless…" He raised his hand, poised to snap again at a moment's notice.
The fluttering of wings signaling Castiel's departure was his only response.
Gabriel clapped his hands together. "Now that we have that taken care of, one of you chuckleheads want to tell me what's going on?"
Kurt stepped forward. "We need your help. I need your help."
Gabriel arched a brow and waited for him to continue. Kurt took a deep breath and did so. "Your sword. I need your sword."