Kill it with Fire!

Supernatural, Warnings-None

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Having made a shockingly eventful return, Gabriel was now officially back from misery.   Sort of.  There were still multitudes things he was unable to do with such a fractional amount of grace.  Having to refrain himself from snapping up snacks was the one he hated the most; fortunately, he managed to convince Dean to stop at a gas station and buy him a stash on the way to the bunker.

Leaving aside the impending doom of a psycho alternate universe Michael, everything in life was just peachy.  Or, at least that’s what Gabriel had previously thought.

His convoluted thoughts were interrupted by Castiel.  “Every room has a sink. If you ever need to use it, hot water comes from the right handle. I already placed your towels in the left upper drawer, right below that one you have another blanket for the bed if you feel the need to lay down.”

“Okie dokie” managed Gabriel.

“Is there anything else you need to know?” Cas tilted his head in a questioning manner.

“I dunno…” he said, shrugging half-heartedly.  “When do we eat?”

Castiel aimed a quick glance at Gabriel.  The younger angel wasn’t sure whether his brother was just joking or so depleted of grace he actually felt hungry.  He hoped it was the first option; since the second one would imply a lot of worries.

“Sam and Dean generally have dinner around six while they’re here so it shouldn’t be long, I’ll ask them to call you.”

“Great. Thanks a million, Bluejay.”

“Anytime… and Gabriel?” intoned Cas.

Gabriel turned to meet his brother’s gaze.  “Welcome home.”

Castiel saw himself out of the room before Gabriel could say anything more; leaving the  archangel with an odd sensation brewing inside.  Now that he was alone, Gabriel let his haughty posture deflate and he collapsed onto the mattress with a sigh, arms crossed behind his head.

This is home now, huh?

He didn’t know how much time passed as he stayed in that position, but he eventually turned towards the desk. The strong wood turned into a delicate structure was identical to Sam’s, only placed in the opposite side of the room. A small notebook and pen were laying next to the lamp.  For a moment, he wondered for a second how much of the original owners had been left behind.  Gabriel’s wonderings quickly got the better of him; as he was curious to see if it really was a relic from the past, or just a gift from Castiel.  Like he actually needed to write anything down, he held more information in his brain than thirty supercomputers merged into one.

He reached out to grab it, but a swift movement behind the lamp caught his attention. Gabriel grabbed the lamp and picked it up, letting a spider with long legs the size of his hand run towards him.

He immediately dropped the lamp with a startled shout and ran towards the door, colliding with Dean in the middle of the hallway.   The two of them hit the floor in a tangled mess of limbs.

“-the hell!? Gabriel, what’s wrong!?”

Gabriel, who had attached himself to the hunter firmly impeding his movements, simply pointed towards his door.  As he makes that motion, Sam and Cas show up, footfalls thundering against the tile.

“Th-Th-Th-Th-There’s a spider in my room!”  His voice came out a bit higher than expected.

Both hunters froze, looking at Gabriel in disbelief.  On the other hand, Castiel moved forward and disappeared into Gabriel’s room, ready to find the menace.

“Kill it, Castiel! Kill it with fire!!!” Gabriel proclaimed, his pitch in voice showing earnest distress.

After some noises of moving furniture and scuffling, Castiel came out of the room with his hand closed in a loose fist.

“I’m not going to kill it. I’ll take it outside and see it stays there.”

Gabriel made a noise of discontent, and refused to release his death grip on Dean.  For good measure, he sent his best death glare at his brother’s fist when Castiel passed by them, the small offender in hand.  As Castiel disappeared around the corner, Gabriel felt the hunter suddenly tremble.

“Dean?”  And just like, that Dean exploded with laughter.

“Seriously Gabriel? Spiders?”

Sam also began to snicker against his own judgement.  Gabriel just blushed wildly while finally releasing his hold on Dean.

“What!?  I hate spiders!  I hate them!  They’re evil!  Evil!  Even in Harry Potter, they’re evil!”

Sam joined Dean’s cackles, bending over and placing his hands on his knees to support himself, while Dean continued rolling over the floor with tears on his eyes.

“And just for the record,” Gabriel interjects,  “I would have killed it asap if it hadn’t caught me by surprise!”

Dean was now holding his side, panting desperately for air.  “Sure thing Cowboy, you’re a badass.”

Frustrated, Gabriel just stuck his tongue out against the brothers while retreating to his room and slamming the door. A minute later though, when their laughs were starting to recede, Gabriel opened it again sending them a sheepish look.

“What now?” said Dean.

“Can you check there’s no more spiders in the room?”

Dean and Sam made way into Gabriel’s room with smiles on their faces; it had been a while since they had laughed like that.