Do a Little Dance

“I’m offended. That score is so low.”

“Take it as a compliment. I still gave you a score even though you’re more of the adorable stepsister type.”

“So you’ve finally given those muttonheads the boot? Looking to crash with your best bro? Finally enjoy what Earth has to offer us poor, sheltered balls of glory?”

“About time, isn’t it? I’m still Sam and Dean’s guardian, but I want to be as far away from Heaven as possible. I could give you quite the list of those that tried to kill us or have killed us.”

“Well there’s Lucifer....The Winchesters, you....were there others?” He tried not to may attention to the drama-fest that was Heaven...you know unless they tried to drag him into it. “Wait, were you talking about ‘us’ angels or ‘us’ you and your idiot charges?”

“Tell me something. If I wouldn’t want to hear it…why’d I ask?”

“Or perhaps you do. I don’t know what you’ve spent your time doing; I presume pranking people most of all?”

“So you’ve finally given those muttonheads the boot? Looking to crash with your best bro? Finally enjoy what Earth has to offer us poor, sheltered balls of glory?”

“So what’s with not visiting Heaven? You visit me because you need help laying low or is it purely coincidental?”

“It’s a long story you wouldn’t like to hear. I’m just glad to see you’re doing well.”

“Tell me something. If I wouldn’t want to hear it...why’d I ask?”

Show me what you cooked!

“I missed you too Cassafras. Glad you made a cameo.”

“I should say that to you. You were always my favorite brother.”

“So what’s with not visiting Heaven? You visit me because you need help laying low or is it purely coincidental?”

“Whoa. Holding on tight there huh?” He teased, but hugged back just as hard anyway. “Missed me?”

“So what if I did? It’s not a crime, is it; caring?”

“I missed you too Cassafras. Glad you made a cameo.”

“Doesn’t stop me from worrying you’d have the luck to be the exception.” Mana mused. “That would make two of us.” Then in more somber fashion, he ventured. “It was quiet back home without you. And kinda boring, you know?”

“Yeah...” He hooked his hands in his pockets, frowned as he chewed. “Michael never really brought the party bus around.” Gabe suspected he’d sort of ridden off with it when he’d left. “How are things?” he could have asked about Heaven, could have apologized...but the past was best left buried. He could write a dissertation on all the examples he had to prove it.

C’mere and gimme a hug,”

Well, not that I’d tell you regardless.” Castiel hummed, but stepped forward and hugged Gabriel. Maybe a bit tightly.

“Whoa. Holding on tight there huh?” He teased, but hugged back just as hard anyway. “Missed me?”

“Here we are a half a universe later and you still won’t listen to me when I say ‘it’s going to give you diabetes’.” Manakel tried to sound cross, but there was too much fondness in his voice. 

“Angels don’t get diabetes.” He quipped in his best holier-than-thou voice, though the effect was ruined by the candy-slur muffling his words. Luckily, nothing fell out this time.

Sam’s lovely long legs on the couch in 11x13

And why are you eavesdropping on me from Heaven? I’ll have you know this entire crashpad is off-radar.”

I really just came to see you, Gabriel.”

C’mere and gimme a hug,”