Prompt fic
Title: A Case of Mistaken Identity
Author: oneiriad
Disclaimer: not mine, just playing
A/N: neotoma asked for SPN Gabriel having a spat with SG-1 Thor in front of the entire SG or SGA crew? Possibly they're arguing over 'interfering with lesser races' or possibly Thor is just annoyed that Gabriel consumed all the comestibles, again. This is not exactly that, but it's the closest I'm going to get, for many reasons - SG-1 having never been one of my active fandoms and not going to be, SG-1 and SPN being what I tend to think of as colliding canons and this prompt actually requiring the collision to happen - but mostly? The core premise of this prompt - that a Stargate Asgard and a Supernatural Archangel would be anywhere near equal - I don't buy it. An old-as-time, one of the five most powerful beings in creation is not on an equal footing with the latest leader of a mortal race, no-matter how advanced? Thing is, I love crossovers - but I disliked the sort of crossover that denies the basic premise of one of the fandoms, the way loads of Supernatural/science fiction crossovers do, when they fall into the trap of simply asserting that angels are simply another form of alien. Fusions is one thing, but if the only way you can get two universes to fit together is to deny the central premise of one of them - stop. Just stop. Anyway...
Castiel’s still glaring at the grey-haired officer. It’s a pretty impressive glare, as Dean should be the first to know, having been on the receiving end of it himself a time or ten.
"Wait, seriously? Aliens?" and that’s the sound of Sammy rapidly spiralling downwards into full geek-mode.
"Aliens," Gabriel confirms - again - not even bothering to take out his cherry lollipop.
"But - since when are there aliens?"
"They've been influencing human cultural development for millennia in the guise of the gods of various cultures," and it's the not-quite-military-looking guy with the glasses that's answering, not taking his eyes off Gabriel - admittedly, that's not really surprising, considering the archangel just snapped all their weapons into so many pieces of brightly coloured candy - though personally, Dean thinks that's a pretty mild response to a bunch of soldiers appearing out of nowhere, trying to kidnap Cas and shouting about ghouls...
"Yeah, right - then how come we never see any?" and Dean is getting increasingly cranky, he'll freely admit that.
The grey-haired officer opens his mouth, but then there is a light - and then there is an alien. An actual, honest-to-God, little, grey alien - like something out of Weekly World News. An alien that is taking in the sight of them, blinking slowly and seemingly unconcerned at them, and the grey-haired officer is smirking, damn him, and the creepy little thing starts to turn around, saying "O'Neill, why..." - and then it spots Gabriel and stops, blinking rapidly.
Twitches.
Gabriel grins - a trickster grin, a pagan god grin. A predatory grin. Somehow the lollipop just makes it scarier.
"You never see them around, kiddo, because while imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, it does get old real quick," and for each step forward he takes, the little thing takes one backward, as Gabriel's grin grows wider, sharper. "You should have seen what Kali did to the snake-thing that tried to get away with messing with her followers."
And right on cue there's Sammy's bitch-face, and damn, you'd think an archangel almost as old as time could figure out that talking about exes in that appreciative tone of voice is just not done.
"Whatever, dude," he says, ignoring the disbelieving stares from the military types. "Just get us out of here, will you?"
Gabriel grins and raises his hand. Snaps.
The last thing Dean hears is glasses-guy's voice shouting: "Wait! What do you mean..." Then they're back at Bobby's, no aliens anywhere, and Dean finally lowers his gun.
”Seriously? Aliens? What’s next - freaking dinosaurs?”