It was kind of funny how rain could aggravate fresh wounds. Funny in a way that Alex didn't like in the least, trudging through the pour toward the shelter of their almighty leader. He bypassed getting his wounds taken care of this time, or visiting Cas, because he had only one thing on his mind at the moment: finally talking to the other about what the hell his problem was. He was sick and tired of facing death on an almost daily basis, being sent on these ridiculous missions by himself as he was.
He slammed the door to the shelter open, glaring at the man who had his back to him as he worked on his guns, eyes rocky brown and gunmetal gray with his anger. He didn't quite slam it behind him, but it still made quite the racket as it shut.
There was a heavy inhale as he recognized the mannerisms instantly. Of course, it wasn't as if Risa was about to come over, trudging through the rain to keep him company. He didn't expect Cas or anyone else to do it either. It had to be the one who made the voids in his life that much more apparent.
He set the gun down and didn't bother to turn around, stead he just poured himself another glass and downed it.
And talk he did, his voice steeled, all barely controlled anger. "If you've got a problem with me? Say it to my face. I don't know what the hell I did to you besides being here, but it's obvious you've got some kind of bone to pick with me with the way you keep sending me out on my own! A pack of Hell Hounds aren't meant to be dealt with by one person alone and I know you know that."
He ran a hand through his damp hair, slicking the spiked strands back until they dried and gained their usual style back. "I'm just fine with grabbing my shit and hitting the road again if you've got that big an issue with me. But I'm done with this. I'm not going to run more suicide missions and eventually get crippled or killed for an asshole who won't even explain to me what his issue is."
Dean examined his nearly empty glass for a moment. It seemed like there was always one drop that would never leave the glass, regardless of how he took it all down. A waste in it's own right but he could never justify finding a way to remove it since he was always going for one more glass. He set it down when Alex seemed to pause long enough to insinuate he was waiting for a response.
A tongue ran over his bottom lip, biting it a moment before releasing a short and heavy breath. His brows raised momentarily as he took his charge, not that Alex could see it but his body language seemed to read it all just as clearly, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. I give you the option to run those missions because I know your capable of it. You haven't died yet."
Gabriel appeared out of nowhere, as per his usual, but the oddest part about his appearance was the expression on his face: confusion, curiosity, but mostly just the utter cluelessness that he exuded from the situation. Like he not only didn't know what he was doing, but where (or when) he was doing it. Like this was all new to him, or maybe like he didn't quite know or understand what he'd managed to do.
He spotted Dean and immediately brightened up with a smile. "So I did find you!" Except...as soon as Gabriel said that he realized something was off, and frowned thoughtfully. He seemed to peer deeply into Dean's essence to search for what he was looking for. What he found surprised him. "Well that backfired... I really can't find you with those sigils on."
As if the sudden feeling of having someone else in the room with him wasn't odd enough, hearing the voice it belonged to immediately caused the soldier to turn his head sharply to look at the intruder.
The voice gave him away immediately, and the appearance belonged to someone he never thought he would ever see again. "You're supposed to be dead," the words shot out sounding harsher than he intended but that seemed to be protocol for him. He could rarely change that tone of voice, even if he had wanted to.
"Well, hate to break it to you, but I'm not," the Trickster said smugly. Then he thought about his surroundings for a moment and considered carefully. "Or, maybe I am. But it doesn't matter because I'm not from here in the 'when' since so technically I'm not dead because I can be anywhere I want, any time I want."
Maybe that was too confusing for a mortal. (Or maybe he'd just said it way too strangely to be comprehensible.)
"Even if I'm dead in your time I'm not dead in mine and that's where I'm from." That was still... "I'm from the past, okay?"
As oddly as the trickster had appeared, what he was saying made just enough sense to earn a gruff reply, "Alright, fine, whatever. What are you doing here then? This isn't a place for angels in case you haven't already noticed. They've all packed up and left so if I was you, I would cancel my trip plans and go back to where ever it was I came from."
He poured himself another another glass of whiskey as he turned back to the table, chugging it down without hesitation..
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He slammed the door to the shelter open, glaring at the man who had his back to him as he worked on his guns, eyes rocky brown and gunmetal gray with his anger. He didn't quite slam it behind him, but it still made quite the racket as it shut.
"I need to talk to you."
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He set the gun down and didn't bother to turn around, stead he just poured himself another glass and downed it.
"Then talk."
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He ran a hand through his damp hair, slicking the spiked strands back until they dried and gained their usual style back. "I'm just fine with grabbing my shit and hitting the road again if you've got that big an issue with me. But I'm done with this. I'm not going to run more suicide missions and eventually get crippled or killed for an asshole who won't even explain to me what his issue is."
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A tongue ran over his bottom lip, biting it a moment before releasing a short and heavy breath. His brows raised momentarily as he took his charge, not that Alex could see it but his body language seemed to read it all just as clearly, "If you don't want to do it, then don't do it. I give you the option to run those missions because I know your capable of it. You haven't died yet."
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He spotted Dean and immediately brightened up with a smile. "So I did find you!" Except...as soon as Gabriel said that he realized something was off, and frowned thoughtfully. He seemed to peer deeply into Dean's essence to search for what he was looking for. What he found surprised him. "Well that backfired... I really can't find you with those sigils on."
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The voice gave him away immediately, and the appearance belonged to someone he never thought he would ever see again. "You're supposed to be dead," the words shot out sounding harsher than he intended but that seemed to be protocol for him. He could rarely change that tone of voice, even if he had wanted to.
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Maybe that was too confusing for a mortal. (Or maybe he'd just said it way too strangely to be comprehensible.)
"Even if I'm dead in your time I'm not dead in mine and that's where I'm from." That was still... "I'm from the past, okay?"
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He poured himself another another glass of whiskey as he turned back to the table, chugging it down without hesitation..
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