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Two for One
Just a quick code for 5.19, to make the writing part of my brain start up again.
Two For One
PG | (Gen) Sam, Gabriel | ~890 words
"I may be dead, but I'm not gone."
Sam has to have the weirdest subconscious ever, because right now he knows he's asleep, but he also knows that he's watching Gabriel, his dead angel buddy, make out with a porn star on the next bed over so hard his fake mustache is coming off. The porn star chick moans, high and loud as Gabriel tugs at her panties.
Sam clears his throat loudly.
Gabriel looks up, his moustache hanging by a thread, and smirks. "Glad you could make it," he says while Miss Casa Erotica sucks on his neck.
"Yeah, you're dead," Sam reminds him.
"So?" Gabriel asks.
"... I'm not going to argue with you when her hand's down your pants."
Sighing, Gabriel peels himself off of her and flops down across from Sam, so their knees are touching. Porn star chick drapes herself over his shoulders and is generally distracting, seeing as she's not wearing a bra.
"Better?" he snaps.
"Not really."
"Right," Gabriel says, rolling his eyes. "I'm here to deliver a message."
"The message that you're dead?" Sam asks carefully.
"Watch it, Samuel," Gabriel says. He leans forward, and suddenly Sam can see the little circular scars that mar his lips, where they were once sewn together, if you believe the whole Loki thing. As if Gabriel sees him looking, he smirks. "I may be dead, but I'm not gone."
"What's the message?" Sam asks, all business.
"I can't help you any more, Sam, and frankly I wouldn't if I could."
"So," Sam asks, "why are you giving me a message, then?"
"Because I'm not dead," he says. "Gabriel is."
"I didn't get that," Sam says honestly.
Gabriel -- or whoever it is -- sighs, smoothing his mustache down absentmindedly. "Think about it, Sam. You're supposed to be the smart one."
Sam frowns, counting the scars across Gabriel's mouth, nearly hidden by fake hair. "So that myth... actually happened?"
"Don't sound so surprised," Gabe snaps.
"You're actually Loki, aren't you?"
Gabriel taps the tip of his nose, then twirls his hands in a go on gesture.
"So you were actually a pagan god."
"You've met a lot of pagan gods recently," Gabriel deadpans, raising his eyebrow.
"Like Kali?" Sam asks, eyebrow raised.
"Like Balder," Gabriel corrects. "Think, Sam."
Sam reels back through his mind, trying to remember ask much as he can about Norse gods. Gabriel, serious as a heart attack, is staring into his eyes, leaning towards him, just waiting for him to figure out what the hell is going on here.
"Balder the Fair," Gabriel whispers, "what did I do to him?"
Sam's only had to read about this a few hundred times. Loki tricked a blind man into shooting Balder with a spear of mistletoe.
"You had him killed," Sam says.
"Ding ding ding!" Gabriel shouts. "We have a winner!"
"How is he still alive?"
"He's not. He's dead."
"Because Lucifer killed him, or because you did?"
Gabriel sighs. "Colder, Sam. Try again."
Sam grits his teeth and resists the urge to hit him. As annoying as Gabriel is, he's still valuable. And he might have died to save him, Sam's still not sure on that part.
"Was Balder dead at the beginning of the meeting?" he tries.
A slow smirk slides across Gabriel's face as he nods. "Warmer."
"He's been dead since you killed him the first time, hasn't he?"
"More or less." Gabriel makes the hand gesture again, trailing his fingers off into the empty space beside the bed. Miss Casa Erotica has disappeared.
"Because you can't kill gods?" Sam says, shooting in the dark. "Not permanently, anyway."
"Excellent," Gabriel quips, clapping his hands slowly.
Sam rolls his eyes, "so you're not dead?"
"Didn't we go over this? I am dead," he says, leaning back against his bed. "Gabriel is dead, gone, an ex-archangel. I'm one hundred percent Loki now."
"And you won't help us," Sam finishes for him.
"It's not that I won't, Sam," Loki says, "It's not my fight anymore."
"Bull," Sam snorts.
"The last of my family ties died with Gabe. I'm a lone wolf now, baby," Loki says, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Why are you telling me this?" Sam asks.
"I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later, and the message is this: don't look for me. I'll kill you if you try."
"No problem," Sam scowls.
"What, no argument?" Loki laughs. "I expected a lot more from you, Sam."
"Same to you."
Loki's smile drops, just for a second. "I can't help you. Lucifer would tear me apart," he says, before the grin is back in full force.
"I'm waking up now," Sam tells him.
"Knock yourself out," Loki says.
"What you said goes double," Sam hisses, his eyes closed in concentration. He can feel himself waking up. "If I see you again, I'll kill you."
"I'll just come back," Loki says mildly.
"Bring Gabriel with you next time."
___
Sam wakes to the chink sound of Dean clacking War and Famine's rings together.
"You think that's a good idea?" Sam asks sleepily.
"Nothing's died yet," Dean answers, watching the metal bands collide between his fingers.
"That you know of," Sam corrects.
Dean scowls. "'Bout time you got up, we're late on the Cas and Adam hunt."
"They're not all we're hunting," Sam says gravely.
~
Two For One
PG | (Gen) Sam, Gabriel | ~890 words
"I may be dead, but I'm not gone."
Sam has to have the weirdest subconscious ever, because right now he knows he's asleep, but he also knows that he's watching Gabriel, his dead angel buddy, make out with a porn star on the next bed over so hard his fake mustache is coming off. The porn star chick moans, high and loud as Gabriel tugs at her panties.
Sam clears his throat loudly.
Gabriel looks up, his moustache hanging by a thread, and smirks. "Glad you could make it," he says while Miss Casa Erotica sucks on his neck.
"Yeah, you're dead," Sam reminds him.
"So?" Gabriel asks.
"... I'm not going to argue with you when her hand's down your pants."
Sighing, Gabriel peels himself off of her and flops down across from Sam, so their knees are touching. Porn star chick drapes herself over his shoulders and is generally distracting, seeing as she's not wearing a bra.
"Better?" he snaps.
"Not really."
"Right," Gabriel says, rolling his eyes. "I'm here to deliver a message."
"The message that you're dead?" Sam asks carefully.
"Watch it, Samuel," Gabriel says. He leans forward, and suddenly Sam can see the little circular scars that mar his lips, where they were once sewn together, if you believe the whole Loki thing. As if Gabriel sees him looking, he smirks. "I may be dead, but I'm not gone."
"What's the message?" Sam asks, all business.
"I can't help you any more, Sam, and frankly I wouldn't if I could."
"So," Sam asks, "why are you giving me a message, then?"
"Because I'm not dead," he says. "Gabriel is."
"I didn't get that," Sam says honestly.
Gabriel -- or whoever it is -- sighs, smoothing his mustache down absentmindedly. "Think about it, Sam. You're supposed to be the smart one."
Sam frowns, counting the scars across Gabriel's mouth, nearly hidden by fake hair. "So that myth... actually happened?"
"Don't sound so surprised," Gabe snaps.
"You're actually Loki, aren't you?"
Gabriel taps the tip of his nose, then twirls his hands in a go on gesture.
"So you were actually a pagan god."
"You've met a lot of pagan gods recently," Gabriel deadpans, raising his eyebrow.
"Like Kali?" Sam asks, eyebrow raised.
"Like Balder," Gabriel corrects. "Think, Sam."
Sam reels back through his mind, trying to remember ask much as he can about Norse gods. Gabriel, serious as a heart attack, is staring into his eyes, leaning towards him, just waiting for him to figure out what the hell is going on here.
"Balder the Fair," Gabriel whispers, "what did I do to him?"
Sam's only had to read about this a few hundred times. Loki tricked a blind man into shooting Balder with a spear of mistletoe.
"You had him killed," Sam says.
"Ding ding ding!" Gabriel shouts. "We have a winner!"
"How is he still alive?"
"He's not. He's dead."
"Because Lucifer killed him, or because you did?"
Gabriel sighs. "Colder, Sam. Try again."
Sam grits his teeth and resists the urge to hit him. As annoying as Gabriel is, he's still valuable. And he might have died to save him, Sam's still not sure on that part.
"Was Balder dead at the beginning of the meeting?" he tries.
A slow smirk slides across Gabriel's face as he nods. "Warmer."
"He's been dead since you killed him the first time, hasn't he?"
"More or less." Gabriel makes the hand gesture again, trailing his fingers off into the empty space beside the bed. Miss Casa Erotica has disappeared.
"Because you can't kill gods?" Sam says, shooting in the dark. "Not permanently, anyway."
"Excellent," Gabriel quips, clapping his hands slowly.
Sam rolls his eyes, "so you're not dead?"
"Didn't we go over this? I am dead," he says, leaning back against his bed. "Gabriel is dead, gone, an ex-archangel. I'm one hundred percent Loki now."
"And you won't help us," Sam finishes for him.
"It's not that I won't, Sam," Loki says, "It's not my fight anymore."
"Bull," Sam snorts.
"The last of my family ties died with Gabe. I'm a lone wolf now, baby," Loki says, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows.
"Why are you telling me this?" Sam asks.
"I knew you'd figure it out sooner or later, and the message is this: don't look for me. I'll kill you if you try."
"No problem," Sam scowls.
"What, no argument?" Loki laughs. "I expected a lot more from you, Sam."
"Same to you."
Loki's smile drops, just for a second. "I can't help you. Lucifer would tear me apart," he says, before the grin is back in full force.
"I'm waking up now," Sam tells him.
"Knock yourself out," Loki says.
"What you said goes double," Sam hisses, his eyes closed in concentration. He can feel himself waking up. "If I see you again, I'll kill you."
"I'll just come back," Loki says mildly.
"Bring Gabriel with you next time."
___
Sam wakes to the chink sound of Dean clacking War and Famine's rings together.
"You think that's a good idea?" Sam asks sleepily.
"Nothing's died yet," Dean answers, watching the metal bands collide between his fingers.
"That you know of," Sam corrects.
Dean scowls. "'Bout time you got up, we're late on the Cas and Adam hunt."
"They're not all we're hunting," Sam says gravely.
~