Luci, I'm Home!

Ah, the joys of coffee!

Ah, the joys of coffee!

Heyyyy, sexy ladies~!

     Without thinking much of it Dean stepped forward to give Gabriel a hug and a pat on the back. If he ended up with kick me sign on his back or something, well it wouldn’t be the worst thing the archangel had done to him. “I dunno about that man, he’s brought Cas back more than once.” Dean stepped back from the hug and shrugged. I doubt there’s another player on the board with that kinda mojo, but they say not to look a gift horse in the mouth. Am I right?”

If Gabe said that he wasn't surprised when he received a hug from the elder Winchester, he would have been lying through his teeth. Plain and simple. It was interesting to give Dean an embrace; to feel an embrace once again was perplexing all on its own as Gabe felt out with his grace to accept the hug for what it was. It felt... nice. Comforting. As it should. "Alright, alright. Enough with the chick flick moments!" Gabe eventually drew back, his smile falling at what the hunter spoke. "Dunno, Deano... this time, I can't say that 'the Lord works in mysterious ways'. Something's up about me coming back from the dead. Even if I'm elated to be here... you do seem to have a point." 

Well, I… I’m not sure… I don’t know what spell it is, but I doubt Metatron would do a spell like this if it was easily reversible, it might not even be reversible at all I… *Castiel took a deep breath and shook his head slightly.* I don’t know what to do, Gabriel… I don’t know how to fix it this time.. 

"If there's any will left in you, there's gotta be a way to get through this shithole," Gabe remarked bitterly, wanting to do nothing more but to smite the lights out of Metatron. Big talk for Gabe, possibly. But some things like that never change. "If it's irreversible though... fuck, Cassy. We're dealing with a big bad, a legit big bad this time around."

Body Swap || Freaky Friday AU

It wasn’t uncommon for an angel to drink alcohol, it happened and it just so happened last night. Gabriel was always that one Archangel who stood out among others, his older brother who held possibly the most expression and emotion among angels. He could be a so call ‘pain in the ass’ at times, but reality was, Gabriel was his older brother and interacting with him proved to be interesting. His mind was blank, hues staring down at the tile he laid on. What in the world had happened? There was a groan of a response, he had a terrible headache and he just felt like he got ran over by a bus — is that how the expression goes? Brows knitted together in a form of confusion, and slowly he rolled over till he was facing Gabe, well facing himself? Wait what? "Is this some kind of a joke or —" Another groan, his head really hurt. What happened last night? This was no behavior from an angel, well who cared at this point. His hand rested against his head, hazel hues squinted as he stared into blue. That was his vessel, why was Gabriel speaking from it? Eyes wandered to look over his form, this isn’t Jimmy. “— I’m passed out still, this is a dream.” Angels can’t dream. Can they?