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[beees]

"I don't think anyone who stumbled across Michael drunk would live to tell the tale regardless of the circumstances." Except for the other Archangels, of course.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel snorts. "If he's blotto enough that powers don't work right, whoever finds him might have time to go hide somewhere before he sobers up."

[beees]

"I suppose that's true. Then they'd simply have to worry about him tracking them down after the fact."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Might take him longer to find them if the angel in question gets over the obsession with this planet and goes to the opposite end of the universe."

[beees]

"I don't have an obsession with this planet." Even if he would shatter every rule in the book, and no doubt some unwritten ones as well, to save it.

[lotsoflaughs]

"I wasn't singling you out, bro. No need to get defensive," he says, looking over at Castiel with a raised eyebrow.

[beees]

"I'm not being defensive." Well, not intentionally, at least. "Anyway, drunk or sober, if Michael ever gets out of the Cage, it would probably be a good idea for me to stay away from him regardless."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Given that he'd want to take his own turn at killing you, yeah." Not even just for the molotov incident. Gabriel's betting that he's not too pleased about Castiel helping out the Winchesters with foiling his plans.

[beees]

"Yes, most likely." Between the molotov incident, helping the Winchesters, and all of the things he's done since, Castiel is positive nothing good could ever come from Michael being released from the Cage.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel has the feeling that by now, Michael's heard enough from Lucifer that his ass would also be grass if he ever got out. So best for everybody if he stayed put.

He hums for a moment as he looks at the ceiling. "You about ready for me to let you get back to anything you might have been doing besides text me before I showed up?"

[beees]

"Well, I wasn't really doing anything that can't wait, but if you need to go, then go. I'm fine. You don't needto stay on my account." Castiel sits back up, watching his big brother. "But, Gabriel, if you decide you'd like to talk about whatever is bothering you enough that you got that drunk last night... You know I would do whatever I could to help, right?"

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel smiles thinly. "I don't think there's anything you can or should do. Thanks for the offer though."

[beees]

"All right. Well, you know where to find me, regardless," Castiel nods, with a slight smile. "Most of the time, at least."

[lotsoflaughs]

"When you're not hiding from potentially incoming noogies or the like?" Gabriel ribs Castiel as he sits up.

[beees]

"Exactly." He figures if he ever learns to consistently keep Gabriel from figuring out where he is, he'll be able to hide from just about anything else he might honestly need to.

[lotsoflaughs]

It might take him awhile to figure it out. But until then Gabriel will just invent new ways of finding him as needed. Maybe turn it into a game.

"I think it's time to go back to doing something that will make the boys have the reaction of cursing my name if they ever manage to find the relevant newspaper article." In other words, slipping into his Trickster persona for a bit. Just because they know who he really is and he's inclined to give them a hand every now and then, doesn't mean he's going to stop.

[beees]

Castiel is persistent enough that he should be able to figure it out on his own eventually. There is definitely an appeal in a game he can learn from.

"You know, they would probably object a lot less if you chose less lethal methods of punishing your victims." Truth be told, he would object a lot less too, although he certainly doesn't expect to see any sort of change in Gabriel or his behaviour.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Hey, some people just get to be traumatized and given a chance to learn from the experience. It's just the ones I don't think will change that end up dead." Not that he needs to justify himself to any of the younger angels.

"Anyway, see ya." And he's out.