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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2010-11-30 10:30 am
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Gabriel/Kali - This Too Shall Pass
Fandom: Supernatural
Title: This Too Shall Pass
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gabriel/Kali, Castiel, Dean and Sam Winchester
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tamingthemuse Prompt: Boilerplate
kissbingo Prompt: Face: Chin
Content Warning: Spoilers through the end of S5, AU.
Summary: She leaves the hotel, and she expects to never see him again.
Author’s Note: Part of my Children of Earth series. Written forextraonions for the girlsofspn exchange.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She leaves the hotel, and she expects to never see him again.
This isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. Loki—Gabriel—whoever he is has always been one to come and go, move where he felt he was needed, and never staying long. She used to travel with him, once upon a time, but she hasn’t seen him in centuries, and she knows that as the brothers take her out of the building, she never will again. Lucifer will kill him, and he knows it. It’s why he saved her, after all—made the deal before the deed was done. If he knew he was going to win, he wouldn’t have bothered to make sure she escaped. He would have kept her there if this is to be an easy feat, so he could gloat, and show off, or any other manner of having rubbing it in that he, Loki, the one that they had all written off for centuries, had defeated the great evil.
Instead, he saves her, and she knows that he will not win. The fact that he saves her however, is noble. A mark of love from an old flame who maybe, never stopped loving her. One could even go so far as to say it was sweet, even.
She hates sweet.
Sweet has a way of making her feel less than she was. Like she’s some kind of fragile, porcelain doll that needs to be protected. Never mind the fact that she is one of the most feared goddesses to have ever walked the earth, she’s still a woman and therefore inferior. It’s ridiculous. But then again, Gabriel is never one to fight her battles for her, or at least he never had been. But here, he’s standing up to his brother. Kali almost aches for the days when he didn’t have to.
Dean drives her down the long highway, and she just sits in the back seat, staring out the window as the trees fly by. She wonders, for a moment, if Gabriel could actually pull this off, or if these boys even care what kind of sacrifice he’s making for them. So far they seem to just sit in silence until Dean manages to meet his eyes through the rearview window.
“So—where should we drop you?”
She turns to face him, eyes narrowing for a moment, before turning back to the window. “The airport. I can handle it from there.”
“Suit yourself,” Dean sighs, placing his eyes back on the road again, and continuing on the way to the nearest airport. In a half hour, she would be sitting in the terminal, waiting for her flight out of the country. If she’s lucky, she’ll never have to see the Winchester brothers, or another angel again for the rest of her eternal life.
She should have known that she’d never be that lucky.
***
When Gabriel finds her again, she’s in an ashram in Nepal.
It’s the same one they met in. Monks make interesting meals, and she had been looking for some peace and quiet where she wouldn’t be disturbed. When Gabriel arrives, however, peace and quiet isn’t what she gets.
It’s been a month since the Winchester brothers and their self-sacrificing ways have landed them as well as Michael and Lucifer back in the cage they belonged in, and she wakes one morning to find a very flustered Gabriel standing in the doorway as she sits on a pile of bones. She’s no less surprised to see him than he is to see himself, and she doesn’t know how to respond at first. She just stops. Stares for a long moment before she speaks, keeping any edge of anger and emotion out of his voice.
“If this is some kind of joke—”
“It’s not.” She can’t tell if he’s lying or not. She never could. “I swear on my Father it’s not.” He tries his best to relax, and smirks at her as though he’s trying to be his normal, joking self, but there’s something there. Something dark and cold that rattles him more than he’d care to admit. “C’mon. Kali. How else would I know to find you here?”
She pushes to her feet, making her way closer as she circles slowly. “I heard you were dead.”
“I … I’m pretty sure I was dead for a while,” he begins slowly, keeping that devilish smirk in place. “Guess it didn’t stick.”
She doesn’t like the jokes. She never did. She likes him because he treats her like something all her own, like he knows and respects the power that she has. Unlike Baldur, who treated her like a princess to be waited on, Gabriel wants to see her fire. And that is all she ever wanted.
He swallows as she circles him, keeping her in his peripheral as she goes. “The boys. Sam and Dean. Did they do it?”
“From what I heard,” she begins, her eyes meeting his dead on when she’s standing in front of him again, “Sam and Dean both said yes. And when the time came for the final battle, Sam dragged them all into Hell.”
Gabriel is quiet for a moment. “Huh. Didn’t know the kid had it in him.”
If she was another person, she might have let him contemplate that longer. “Why are you here, Gabriel?”
He’s quiet for a moment, almost as though he’s trying to find a reason that he could state with bravado, but unable to find any. He swallows hard for a moment, before looking away, his eyes following the tapestries on the wall of the temple. “Heaven’s at war. I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
Then she falls quiet. There are so many reasons why she should turn him away, his angelic nature being at the top of the list, but she can’t bring herself to do so. Their relationship is complicated enough as it is, but there is something about the fact that he came here, to her, when he had nowhere else—it means something to her.
Even if it shouldn’t.
She steps closer to him, placing a hand against his face gently. He meets her eyes, and she can see how much the idea of civil war kills him, and she doesn’t blame him for just wanting to run away from it all. After all, that’s what he’s done before. She gives him a small smile, with just enough of a dry edge to it.
“If you cross me again, I’ll really kill you.”
He gives her a sly grin, before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in closer. “Trust me, babe. I learn my lessons. You won’t catch me twice.”
She has a feeling that she would. Catching him wouldn’t be a problem.
***
It’s nearly a hundred years before Castiel appears to take him back.
She and Gabriel are posing as a suburban couple somewhere in Connecticut. Suburbia has always been one of his favorite targets, and she tends to indulge him. It lets her get away with her—less than favorable pastimes. Gabriel is in the basement, fiddling with the boiler for reasons she didn’t want to know about when she hears the flutter of wings and Castiel is standing in a trench coat in her kitchen. This isn’t the first time that Castiel has found them. He was left after the Apocalypse, human and broken with no one else, and a few years later, he found his way to their front door, looking for companionship. He didn’t say long, he never did, but he would stop by every decade or so to make sure they were both still alive.
It is a valid concern. With the way the world went, she is surprised he didn’t do it more often.
This time is different, however. She knows it from the fact that Castiel teleported in alone. Castiel has been driving ever since the Winchesters were alive, because he didn’t have the power to do otherwise. This time, however, she could smell the power in him. It is a crackle of ozone and a subtle burn to the air that comes with the presence of an archangel, and she isn’t sure she wants to know what’s prompted this sudden upgrade. Castiel regards her for a moment, before speaking.
“I need to speak with Gabriel.”
“He’s in the basement.” She turns back to the stove to finish cooking. She doesn’t know why and she doesn’t want to know. She just hopes that this isn’t another Lucifer incident where she’s going to lose him again. She doesn’t like being toyed with, and that’s an easy way to do it. Castiel doesn’t say anything, just disappears to find his brother, and it’s a few moments later before Gabriel’s behind her.
“I have to go.”
“Go where?”
“A friend of Cas’s needs a favor, and he doesn’t want to go in without back-up.” He brushes a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m not joining the war. I promise.”
“It’s your decision.” And it is. She couldn’t stop him, even if she wanted to. He turns her around to face him again, and kisses her gently.
“I’ll be back,” he smirks. “We’re about to go pull off something awesome.”
“Provided it doesn’t explode in our faces,” Castiel adds from behind them, and Gabriel looks up at the ceiling before shaking his head.
“Thanks, bro. Always the optimist, aren’t you?”
Castiel looks as though he’s about to say something, and Kali cuts him off, just holding up a hand as she closes her eyes. “Just go. Tell me about it when It’s over.”
He brushes a kiss to her chin, and then he’s gone, and she’s trying her best not to think about it. He’ll be back again—he better—but she can’t help but wonder what exactly it is that’s so important Castiel couldn’t make it through alone.
Title: This Too Shall Pass
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gabriel/Kali, Castiel, Dean and Sam Winchester
tamingthemuse Prompt: Boilerplatekissbingo Prompt: Face: ChinContent Warning: Spoilers through the end of S5, AU.
Summary: She leaves the hotel, and she expects to never see him again.
Author’s Note: Part of my Children of Earth series. Written for
extraonions for the girlsofspn exchange.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to Kripke. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
She leaves the hotel, and she expects to never see him again.
This isn’t the first time, and it won’t be the last. Loki—Gabriel—whoever he is has always been one to come and go, move where he felt he was needed, and never staying long. She used to travel with him, once upon a time, but she hasn’t seen him in centuries, and she knows that as the brothers take her out of the building, she never will again. Lucifer will kill him, and he knows it. It’s why he saved her, after all—made the deal before the deed was done. If he knew he was going to win, he wouldn’t have bothered to make sure she escaped. He would have kept her there if this is to be an easy feat, so he could gloat, and show off, or any other manner of having rubbing it in that he, Loki, the one that they had all written off for centuries, had defeated the great evil.
Instead, he saves her, and she knows that he will not win. The fact that he saves her however, is noble. A mark of love from an old flame who maybe, never stopped loving her. One could even go so far as to say it was sweet, even.
She hates sweet.
Sweet has a way of making her feel less than she was. Like she’s some kind of fragile, porcelain doll that needs to be protected. Never mind the fact that she is one of the most feared goddesses to have ever walked the earth, she’s still a woman and therefore inferior. It’s ridiculous. But then again, Gabriel is never one to fight her battles for her, or at least he never had been. But here, he’s standing up to his brother. Kali almost aches for the days when he didn’t have to.
Dean drives her down the long highway, and she just sits in the back seat, staring out the window as the trees fly by. She wonders, for a moment, if Gabriel could actually pull this off, or if these boys even care what kind of sacrifice he’s making for them. So far they seem to just sit in silence until Dean manages to meet his eyes through the rearview window.
“So—where should we drop you?”
She turns to face him, eyes narrowing for a moment, before turning back to the window. “The airport. I can handle it from there.”
“Suit yourself,” Dean sighs, placing his eyes back on the road again, and continuing on the way to the nearest airport. In a half hour, she would be sitting in the terminal, waiting for her flight out of the country. If she’s lucky, she’ll never have to see the Winchester brothers, or another angel again for the rest of her eternal life.
She should have known that she’d never be that lucky.
***
When Gabriel finds her again, she’s in an ashram in Nepal.
It’s the same one they met in. Monks make interesting meals, and she had been looking for some peace and quiet where she wouldn’t be disturbed. When Gabriel arrives, however, peace and quiet isn’t what she gets.
It’s been a month since the Winchester brothers and their self-sacrificing ways have landed them as well as Michael and Lucifer back in the cage they belonged in, and she wakes one morning to find a very flustered Gabriel standing in the doorway as she sits on a pile of bones. She’s no less surprised to see him than he is to see himself, and she doesn’t know how to respond at first. She just stops. Stares for a long moment before she speaks, keeping any edge of anger and emotion out of his voice.
“If this is some kind of joke—”
“It’s not.” She can’t tell if he’s lying or not. She never could. “I swear on my Father it’s not.” He tries his best to relax, and smirks at her as though he’s trying to be his normal, joking self, but there’s something there. Something dark and cold that rattles him more than he’d care to admit. “C’mon. Kali. How else would I know to find you here?”
She pushes to her feet, making her way closer as she circles slowly. “I heard you were dead.”
“I … I’m pretty sure I was dead for a while,” he begins slowly, keeping that devilish smirk in place. “Guess it didn’t stick.”
She doesn’t like the jokes. She never did. She likes him because he treats her like something all her own, like he knows and respects the power that she has. Unlike Baldur, who treated her like a princess to be waited on, Gabriel wants to see her fire. And that is all she ever wanted.
He swallows as she circles him, keeping her in his peripheral as she goes. “The boys. Sam and Dean. Did they do it?”
“From what I heard,” she begins, her eyes meeting his dead on when she’s standing in front of him again, “Sam and Dean both said yes. And when the time came for the final battle, Sam dragged them all into Hell.”
Gabriel is quiet for a moment. “Huh. Didn’t know the kid had it in him.”
If she was another person, she might have let him contemplate that longer. “Why are you here, Gabriel?”
He’s quiet for a moment, almost as though he’s trying to find a reason that he could state with bravado, but unable to find any. He swallows hard for a moment, before looking away, his eyes following the tapestries on the wall of the temple. “Heaven’s at war. I didn’t have anywhere else to go.”
Then she falls quiet. There are so many reasons why she should turn him away, his angelic nature being at the top of the list, but she can’t bring herself to do so. Their relationship is complicated enough as it is, but there is something about the fact that he came here, to her, when he had nowhere else—it means something to her.
Even if it shouldn’t.
She steps closer to him, placing a hand against his face gently. He meets her eyes, and she can see how much the idea of civil war kills him, and she doesn’t blame him for just wanting to run away from it all. After all, that’s what he’s done before. She gives him a small smile, with just enough of a dry edge to it.
“If you cross me again, I’ll really kill you.”
He gives her a sly grin, before wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in closer. “Trust me, babe. I learn my lessons. You won’t catch me twice.”
She has a feeling that she would. Catching him wouldn’t be a problem.
***
It’s nearly a hundred years before Castiel appears to take him back.
She and Gabriel are posing as a suburban couple somewhere in Connecticut. Suburbia has always been one of his favorite targets, and she tends to indulge him. It lets her get away with her—less than favorable pastimes. Gabriel is in the basement, fiddling with the boiler for reasons she didn’t want to know about when she hears the flutter of wings and Castiel is standing in a trench coat in her kitchen. This isn’t the first time that Castiel has found them. He was left after the Apocalypse, human and broken with no one else, and a few years later, he found his way to their front door, looking for companionship. He didn’t say long, he never did, but he would stop by every decade or so to make sure they were both still alive.
It is a valid concern. With the way the world went, she is surprised he didn’t do it more often.
This time is different, however. She knows it from the fact that Castiel teleported in alone. Castiel has been driving ever since the Winchesters were alive, because he didn’t have the power to do otherwise. This time, however, she could smell the power in him. It is a crackle of ozone and a subtle burn to the air that comes with the presence of an archangel, and she isn’t sure she wants to know what’s prompted this sudden upgrade. Castiel regards her for a moment, before speaking.
“I need to speak with Gabriel.”
“He’s in the basement.” She turns back to the stove to finish cooking. She doesn’t know why and she doesn’t want to know. She just hopes that this isn’t another Lucifer incident where she’s going to lose him again. She doesn’t like being toyed with, and that’s an easy way to do it. Castiel doesn’t say anything, just disappears to find his brother, and it’s a few moments later before Gabriel’s behind her.
“I have to go.”
“Go where?”
“A friend of Cas’s needs a favor, and he doesn’t want to go in without back-up.” He brushes a kiss to her shoulder. “I’m not joining the war. I promise.”
“It’s your decision.” And it is. She couldn’t stop him, even if she wanted to. He turns her around to face him again, and kisses her gently.
“I’ll be back,” he smirks. “We’re about to go pull off something awesome.”
“Provided it doesn’t explode in our faces,” Castiel adds from behind them, and Gabriel looks up at the ceiling before shaking his head.
“Thanks, bro. Always the optimist, aren’t you?”
Castiel looks as though he’s about to say something, and Kali cuts him off, just holding up a hand as she closes her eyes. “Just go. Tell me about it when It’s over.”
He brushes a kiss to her chin, and then he’s gone, and she’s trying her best not to think about it. He’ll be back again—he better—but she can’t help but wonder what exactly it is that’s so important Castiel couldn’t make it through alone.
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