#!gabriel

Sel: what's a catholic?

Gabriel: catholick my balls

*sel Instantly dies*

Oh hey, I actually have gameplay for once!

Narvi’s determined to win Gabriel’s affection, so he invited him to hang out and offered him a key, so he can come and go as he likes. After a little back-and-forth joking and flirting, Gabriel autonomously gave Narvi a rose, and then decided to write a ballad about it.

Narvi then asked Gabriel to move in, and he said yes!

Waiting is more tedious than watching. Watching is doing something. Waiting is - well, it's waiting, and millions of years of it hasn't made Castiel any better at it. At least this park is okay, though. He waits on the bench, hoping to be called or instructed on something, from anyone - Dean, America, anyone who needs him. There comes a point where he honestly feels a shade useless. He doesn't have the urges to act like a (relatively) normal human the way some of his brothers did when they left Heaven, he doesn't have a particular leaning towards mischief or chaos.

Castiel's not dissimilar to a statue when he has nothing to do, he thinks. He leans forward on his knees now, elbows resting on them and fingers laced beneath his chin as he watches children and dogs play, adults accompanying them. The sun is going down. They'll all be leaving soon.

Gabriel: *runs naked through the house of sleeping people, streaking awwww yeaaaaah*

Gabriel: *nekkid nekkid nekkid*

Anna: Gabe!

Anna: Why are you naked?

Anna: *laughs*

Gabriel: *nakeeeeeeeed*

Gabriel: *pauses, covering his junk* Because you guys were asleep?

Anna: (askdjlaskjdlkasjdlksajd​laksjdlsajlda)

Anna: Why are you covering yourself? Like I've never seen you naked.

Gabriel: *shrugs* True! *lets it all hang out*

Anna: *facepalms*

Anna: So you are always naked when we aren't around?

Gabriel: Almost exclusively so.

Anna: Then I should be up more often.

Anna: *wiggles eyebrows*

Gabriel: *smirks* Feel free to join me.

Anna: I don't want Michael thinking I'm a whore.

Gabriel: Why does it matter what he thinks? You know you're not.

Anna: I don't know, I care about his opinion.

Gabriel: You're not a whore, Anna.

Anna: *blushing, now wearing only her bra and panties*

Anna: You're saying that cause you love me.

Anna: You do love me, right? I didn't just come on the Castiel angel package right?

Gabriel: No, I love you.

Gabriel: *crooking a finger* C'mere you.

Gabriel: You're my little sister. You mean the world to me.

Anna: *wraps arms around you, leans head on your shoulder*

Anna: I love you too, Gabriel.

Gabriel: *running a hand through her hair, leaning down to kiss her forehead*

Castiel: It was awful.

Sam: As long as you don't hate him. *smiles at gabe* I'll be good.

Lucifer: People change, Michael. But, I guess I have to work on my behavior. Being killed because I was 'mean' isn't a "cool" way to go.

Gabriel: [grins proudly at Balthazar] It was beautiful. This knucklehead had to perform surgery on his bro, AND get slammed in the nuts. [chuckles]

Castiel: & zapped me places I never want to return too.

Crowley: Don't forget the herpes, Gabe. *snickers a little*

Sam: And I got turned into a car.

Gabriel: [smiles wickedly] Ah, yes, the herpes.

Balthazar: *purses his lips and drinks* I envy your talents.

Castiel: Nutcracker! *laughs*

Gabriel: And Dean finally got to ride you.

Sam: *facepalms and bitchfaces* No, dont remind me about the herpies.

Sam: Oh, Gabe that sounds dirty.

Lucifer: *listening to this conversation and totally smirking because trololol taught lil' gabe everything <3*

Michael: *smiles and grabs the kitten from Crowley before pulling the demon down to sit beside him* That's sweet. *cuddles the kitten and nudges Lucifer a bit before gesturing towards Crowley* Don't you have something you want to tell him, since you're trying to be nice now?

Gabriel: [snorts] Like it wasn't supposed to.

Sam: *hides his face with the drink and pushes gabe*

Gabriel: [can't help but grin] [kisses Sam's cheek]

Balthazar: *laughs*

Castiel: *chuckles, softly*

Balthazar: I can't believe I am missing out on this! But.. my work is important. *smirks*

Crowley: *is pulled down beside Michael, his scowl softening a little. He can't stay that mad with Michael cuddling Buttons all adorably.*

Sam: *rubs the spot where gabe kissed and tilts his brows up at him* ..

Lucifer: No. *tries to cover up bitch face. He liked it better when crowley wasn't next to them*

Castiel: You're leaving?

Balthazar: No worries, Cassy. Not at the moment.

Castiel: *relaxes again, smiling*

Gabriel: [scrunches up nose] No good, Sam?

Michael: Please, Luci. For me? *pokes out his lip further and looks at him with wide, pleading eyes before lifting Buttons up until he was eye level* And Buttons?

Sam: *pulls his lips into a line. not the cute face* Good..

Crowley: *snorts* Oh, don't make him. He doesn't want to and that's obvious. I'll just get to spend eternity knowing I'm the bigger man.

Castiel: If those two start again... I will kill them. *his eyes closed, muttering about Lucifer and Crowley*

Balthazar: I can be on a little vacation. *drinks*

Gabriel: [softens expression] ..I love you.

Sam: *quietly* Love ya too, Gabe. *half smiles up at him*

Balthazar: *thinks thats so precious* No, Cassy we have a wedding to plan. I cannot abandon you in the middle of it!

Lucifer: *Slowly starting to hate this 'show michael he cares about him' game. He takes a deep breath and looks over to Crowley* I'm /very/ sorry I almost killed you, Son. *goes to pet the stupid kitten*

Gabriel: [wraps arms around Sam's shoulders] I mean it.

Castiel: Well, then. *opens his eyes* We best get planning - who will be the braidsmaids?

Michael: *smiles a bit, knowing that was the best he was going to get out of Lucifer and moves closer to him, holding Buttons out towards him* That wasn't so hard now, was it?

Sam: *turns bright red at that. its obviously not some kind of trick* .... *looks serious* Me too.

Crowley: *seethes, choosing to ignore the last bit and just waves his hand in acknowledgement, sliding to the other end of the couch before he has the urge to strangle someone. Or himself.*

Balthazar: I think the Winchesters should be bridesmaids. They are practically your family.

Castiel: *snorts, imagining them in dresses*

Balthazar: And Sir Crowley.

Castiel: As a bridesmaid?

Castiel: Oh yes, I'd pay to see that.

Gabriel: Sammy in a dress. [whistles approvingly]

Crowley: *turns, the scowl is now a full-on bitchface* Excuse me?

Michael: *looks over at Crowley and frowns before reaching out and grabbing Crowley, trying to haul him back over*

Sam: Mmmf... Are we all going to match?

Castiel: *laughs at Crowley, the only thing going through his mind was him in a dress*

Balthazar: *ignores crowley and looks at cas* Oh! Also, Anna. I know how you love that girl.

Crowley: *can't be moved that far, silly weak human Michael*

Gabriel: No way. I'm the only one who gets to wear pink.

Crowley: I am not wearing a dress, Cas. I will not do it.

Sam: Damn. Maybe we should just match Cas then.

Michael: Come here. *whines and sets Buttons in Lucifer's lap before using both hands to try and pull him over*

Castiel: Yes, Anna. She will be the maid of honour.

Gabriel: C'mon, Crowley. You'd look great in red. [smiles]

Castiel: Best man?

Lucifer: *This Michael bouncing back and forth is starting to grate on his nerves. He expected it, yes but it was going to take some getting used to. Lucifer scoops the cat up off his lap and just looks it in the eyes.*

Castiel: & yes, Crowley - you have to. You are my bridesmaid!!

Balthazar: Perhaps Dean should be the best man>

Michael: *looks over at Cas* Am I just going to be left out?

Balthazar: ?

Sam: Mikey can be the ring bearer. You two will be soooo adorable. *snorts drunkenly*

Gabriel: Ooh, put Mikey in powder blue.

Castiel: I love that idea.

Crowley: *snorts* Honestly, you're ridiculous. I will not wear a dress. *sighs, slipping over toward Michael, glowering at Lucifer holding Buttons* Michael can be your bridesmaid instead. He looks better in a dress.

Castiel: Lucifer is another best man.

Balthazar: This is simply going to be the best wedding ever!

Michael: I do not... and how would you know? I never wore a dress for you.

Sam: Its called an imagination, Mike. *derps*

Michael: Are you imagining me in a dress, Sam?

Crowley: I've imagined plenty of things, darling. *snorts* Not to mention, the time when Gabriel and Sam were putting everyone in women's clothing.

Castiel: *laughs* I can't wait!

Michael: Oh yeah... that. *shudders*

Gabriel: I know I am, Mike. [smirk]

Lucifer: *shrugs, still staring at the kitten. It has turned into a staring contest* Must I be included? I'd rather just watch *he means sleep through* the wedding.

Sam: *bitchfaces8 Maybe.

Castiel: Oh yes.. *rememebers the victorian dress and shivers*

Sam: ............*turns bright red when he remembers the maid outfit* ...

Lucifer: *LOL THAT MAID OUTFIT <3*

Balthazar: ............*trying to hold back laughter. these mental images are so quality right now*

Crowley: I am so glad I wasn't included in that little prank. *smirks*

Lucifer: .... *suddenly starts sulking. HE MISSES HIS MOJO*

Balthazar: *fans self*

Balthazar: *brb dying*

Sam: Dude are you ok...?

Michael: If I had my powers, I'd put you in a dress right now.

Castiel: If I had my powers, Crowley.

Crowley: Too bad for you! *snickers*

Michael: I bet I could get you in one without any powers.

Crowley: No. *scowls*

Balthazar: *has powers and is seriously debating this* ....

Balthazar: *oh but i am not that creul?*

Michael: Wanna bet on it?

Lucifer: *pulls gaze away from the kitten to glare at Balthazar. You fucking lucky bastard B|*

Castiel: *looks up at Balthazar, pleading with him too do it, silently*

Balthazar: *yes. yes you are that creul, balthy*

Crowley: I'd bet plenty of things on it. *scowls more.*

Balthazar: *silently everyone is in dresses. specifically the ones from that prank, and others. of course his clothing remains intact*

Sam: ........................​.........:T

Crowley: *snorts, pointing at Sam and Cas*

Castiel: Crowley - look in the mirror.

Sam: *hides his face. hes so embarrassed*

Castiel: *groans as he looks down at the dress, feeling uncomfortable, but worth it for everyone else*

Lucifer: *Suddenly he's in a bright pink. super frilly lolita dress with the stupid hat B|*

Lucifer: *FEEL THOSE VIBES AND READ HIS MIND. YOU'RE DEAD BALTHAZAR*

Balthazar: *trololololo*

Crowley: ....I hate you, Balthazar. *scowls, the thing is so poofy and netted and obnoxious and noooo.*

Balthazar: You all are simply a vision.

Castiel: Out of all the dresses, this one? *looks down, laughing slightly*

Michael: *is suddenly in a really skanky, form fitted prom dress* Oh great... I look like I'm begging to be date raped.

Castiel: *is in the victorian one, at least there were no ears this time* Lovely.

Crowley: *too busy scowling to notice Michael* Hate. Everything.

Sam: PFFTTT!! *is about to die when he sees mike* AHHH!

Lucifer: *pokes at the frills* I'd rather be naked.

Balthazar: *leans back and admires his handywork. he is a genius among angels*

Crowley: We'd rather you weren't. *glares at Lucifer*

Michael: *tries to cross his legs without showing too much... apparently his prom dress didn't come with gender appropriate undergarments*

Castiel: *can't help but agree with Lucifer - the dress he was wearing was revolting*

Lucifer: *Is a fucking eyesore B|* Balthazar. Do something about this- *motions to dress* or change the color.

Balthazar: Nope.

Castiel: *laughs* You look beautiful, Lucifer!

Balthazar: *changes cas into a french can can girl outfit*

Crowley: Yeah, Lucifer. A vision. *snorts*

Lucifer: *growls* Shut up.

Sam: A vision in baby pink. *snort*

Castiel: *looks down, groaning*

Crowley: Make me. *makes a face*

Balthazar: Are you not satisfied with my fashion sense, Cassy. *leans closer to him*

Lucifer: Don't make me put you over my knee.

Michael: *gapes* Oh please do.

Crowley: *sneers* Oh, please.

Michael: I mean uhm... give me Buttons. *grabs the cat and shuts up*

Castiel: Its better then the last dress. *looking down at the dress* But were the shoes nessassary? *blushes*

Castiel: *glad no one had noticed yet*

Sam: *notices cas just then and laughs at him*

Balthazar: The shoes are completely necessary.

Lucifer: Uh, no. I'd rather put /you/ over my knee than /him/. *takes the cat right back. He had a staring contest to finish mikey >:<*

Michael: *arches an eyebrow* Oh?

Castiel: .... Of course they are. *blushes*

Sam: *pulls down his skirt a bit and blushes* ...

Crowley: *scowls* And I'd rather he didn't put you /or/ me over his stupid knee.

Lucifer: If Michael wanted to be put there he can. You can't stop him.

Balthazar: Boys? Do you all want pretty pieces of tape to go with your dresses? *frowns* Cut it out.

Castiel: *moves his hand up to feel the feather in his hair, deciding that wasn't necessary and taking it out.*

Castiel: They'd deserve it.

Michael: Aw, don't be jealous Crowley. *reaches over and plays with a piece of the demon's frilly dress*

Crowley: *bitchfaces at Lucifer* BIt late for that.

Sam: *drinks because he is not sure what else to do*

Castiel: .... Why aren't you in a dress, Bathazar? You'd look /good/ in one too.

Balthazar: I'm just enjoying the joke, Cassy, but being part of it. *smirks and drinks* And no, I just think you are flattering me.

Lucifer: Because Balthazar is already girly as it is.

Sam: *frowns at luci cause their dresses are pretty much the same just different colors*

Castiel: No, you should be wearing one.

Lucifer: *WE WERE MADE FOR EACH OTHER SAMMEH*

Balthazar: Pardon me? I hope you realize who's running the show. *laughs*

Michael: *pulls his hands back and rolls his eyes at Crowley* Fine, be moody. See if I care.

Castiel: Balthazar isn't girly, Lucifer is just jealous. *chuckles*

Sam: *sure we were. actually we were but thats a different story*

Balthazar: *sighs* Well, since you are so demanding, Cassy. *poofs himself into a german barmaid outfit*

Castiel: *blushes and pulls back to get a better look.* Very nice, Brother. It suits you

Lucifer: *Totally sees that look Cas is giving Balthy. So Luce throws one of the pillows on the floor* I think Castiel would like it if you picked that up for him. He's gonna need it after all.

Balthazar: *poofs the pillow on cas's crotch* One step ahead of you.

Balthazar: *smirks*

Sam: Hey Cas! Will you remember this one too!? *gets up*

Crowley: *grimaces and scowls at all this* Lucky for me I have the mojo. *snickers, poofing himself regular and out of the cage*

Michael: *sits back against the couch and pouts* Of course he leaves me here in a skanky dress...

Lucifer: But you look good, Michael. *laughs some more*

Sam: You look better than I do.

Michael: I look like a hooker.

Sam: I look like a little girl with a pituitary problem. *shrugs*

Balthazar: GGgfhjhhg *laughs*

Lucifer: *ditto B|* No, you're not. Hookers aren't cute.

Balthazar: *snaps back into his regular clothes* Sorry I can't party for longer, but I really must be going! Farewell! *disappears*

Sam: *passes out and dreams of gabe in a dress tossing flowers idk*