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Gabriel was dead. Killed by Lucifer to give the Winchesters time to escape the hotel with Kali. Castiel had heard it directly from Sam and Dean, but it still seemed impossible to believe. Gabriel was powerful. Gabriel was clever. Clever enough to be able to avoid all contact with their family for longer than Castiel really cares to count.

They say the first stage of grief is denial, and Castiel would even deny he's grieving for the estranged older brother he hasn't really spoken to in at least centuries. Despite that, though, he still leaves the motel room without so much as a word, just a rush of air as he takes flight. He can't even begin to imagine how many times, as the Trickster, Gabriel has faked his death, so he wants to confirm it for himself.

Within seconds, he reappears in the ballroom of the Elysian Fields Hotel. His eyes land on Gabriel, laying on the floor and he sighs. No, this certainly didn't look like another trick.

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"Yes, well, Dean can be very convincing at times." He can understand that.

"He reminds me of Michael," Gabriel grumps. "In the way that gets me to listen to him, not the way that makes me inclined to tell him to go fuck himself."

Castiel thinks about that, and nods, smiling, "They do seem to have some things in common, don't they?"

"Yeah. Although Dean's more flexible, less rigid, which is gonna be of help whenever our oldest brothers meet for their date." He's pinning everything on the Winchesters now. The Apocalypse is out of his hands.

"If they meet." Castiel's still counting on Dean not saying yes to Michael.

"I'm pretty sure Michael would show up even if he has to do so as over-sized light monster to human perceptions," Gabriel points out drily.

He nods. "I suppose that's true. We may still find a way to stop them, though."

"Don't worry. I had a back-up plan for if things went pear-shaped and gave the boys a video explaining what I had in mind." He gives up on resting, since he seems to be busy running his mouth and rolls over onto his back.

"That was good thinking. I'm afraid I didn't get many of the details from them before I left." He watches Gabriel, suddenly aware that they're spending more time talking when resting should be a priority. "We can talk about this later, if you'd rather."

"There's a couple of details they'd probably prefer not to share he says with a smirk," turning onto his side and closing his eyes again. "Giving things more time to fix themselves sounds good."

Castiel nods, and settles back in his chair to keep watch over Gabriel while he rests. "We'll talk when you're feeling stronger, then."

"Mmm. Talk to you later then," he says, settling in to try to fix anything that he can take care of without time being the main cure.

Castiel stays in his chair this time, alternating between watching Gabriel rest and occasionally closing his eyes himself to grab some rest.

After taking care of what he could, Gabriel lets his mind drift and get him as close to falling asleep as it was possible for an angel to do.

A few hours later, Castiel's up and about, shuffling through the papers at Bobby's desk, and leafing through the books that have been left laying around. He hasn't come across anything particularly interesting or helpful, and nor was he particularly expecting to. It keeps him busy while Gabriel's trying to rest, and maybe it's not so helpful to just sit in the chair and watch big brother try to recover.

Castiel keeping himself busy is good. It spares Gabriel from ordering little brother to go find something to keep himself occupied in a way that doesn't involve staring at him.

When Gabriel's decided that he's had enough rest for now he opens his eyes and sits up to see where Castiel wandered off to.

Castiel is shuffling through the papers left laying on the desk when Gabriel sits up. He goes back to sit in the chair next to the bed, studying his brother. "How do you feel?"

"I have the feeling I'm going to become very tired of that question," Gabriel says, directing his comment to no one in particular. "I won't take up Olympic skating anytime soon, but I'll live."

Castiel nods, "Good. I'm glad you're doing better." He tries to let the comment go, but sighs. "You did almost die. I'm not sure you can blame me for being concerned."

((And ftr, I feel guilty if I leave someone waiting for an hour or two. Provided said waiting isn't because I'm either asleep or not home.))

"And I'm not sure you can blame me for feeling smothered if you decide to go overboard," Gabriel rebuts.

((I have a friend who used to habitually keep me waiting for over a month. I just don't tag her any more.))

"I'm not -" Castiel stops himself and huffs out a sigh. "Sorry."

((I find it impossible to maintain my interest in a thread if I'm left waiting that long between tags.))

"You haven't gotten that far just yet. Just nipping it in the bud before you do," Gabriel assures him before laying flat since he may as well. "Please tell me there's a tv."

((Same - Anything more than a couple days, I find it starts getting too hard to keep track of what's happened and where we were going in the first place.))

"I will stop asking." He gestures vaguely in the direction of the desk, "There was a small TV on the shelf over there. I'm not sure if it works or not, though."

((I generally give people a week before deciding they're not tagging again. I knew she was slow, so she got more time.))

"Small's better than nothing," Gabriel decides. "Will you let me go mess with it to see if it works, or are you gonna do it?"

((Yes, after a week, I'll consider a thread dead unless I've heard otherwise. If someone's told me they're going to be awhile for whatever reason, that doesn't bother me at all - come back whenever, by all means.))

"I don't know much about televisions. Perhaps you should try." He might try to learn by watching over Gabriel's shoulder, though.

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::looks at last tag:: ...What was I even doing.

No judging here - I'm still afraid to look at mine from last night

I don't remember seeing anything 'what were they trying to say?' worthy in yours.

Oh, good. I admit to making bad decisions when I'm that overtired.

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Sorry for the delay, ended up working late yesterday

I recently waited 18 days on someone else before giving up. A day is no problem.

That's insane. I start feeling guilty if it's been more than a day.

Apparently, her game tags are so important, she's ignored her meme stuff for a month. Yes, I'm mad.

I would be too. Here's a thought - if you can't handle playing in memes and games, don't do it.

Yep. This has served as a reminder why I don't usually thread with her.

I can't blame you there.

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