That’s awesome! I’m glad you’ve been doing better! Anons prompt the return or dipping toes back into this craziness?

Anons definitely prompted the return but... Maybe... A toe couldn't hurt, right?

PRAYER CIRCLE FOR GABRIEL TO RETURN IN SEASON 14

LIKE TO CHARGE, REBLOG TO CAST

“Not yet, no.” Laughing brightly, Gabriel bounced slightly as Rosie began to play with his hair, watching Sam in a quiet fondness. The archangel had relocated to one of the plush, squishy chairs as sat down with the baby in his lap. “We could stay.” He whispered after a moment, glancing down at their daughter.

"Maybe one day." Sam smiled wistfully at the shelves as he grabbed a single book and headed over to his family. "I think Rosie is getting antsy, we probably ought to head over to the den."

“I’m so short I only go up to your chest. You’re that tall to me.” She pouts.

"How do you reach anything? You're tiny."

No problem, old man.

Pffft, I’m not THAT old.

Well…

Older than most hunters manage, sure, and I’m a dad now so that instantly makes me count as ancient, but I only have a few grey hairs!

True, and the gray hairs aren’t very obvious.

Wow, getting reassured about that really makes me feel old.

Don’t feel that way, just be happy you’re not in you’re dirty 40s like Dean.

He’s already a grumpy old man, it’s amazing.

*laughs* You’re right.

Gabe and I have a bet going about how many years it’ll be before he ends up giving in and getting reading glasses.

Really , I want in on this bet.

Gabe thinks a year, I say two.

I give it five at the least.

By the way, what are you doing for you’re birthday? Any plans?

I’m pretty sure he’s avoiding research because it hurts his eyes these days, so I think the clock’s ticking.

You could be right, you could be wrong. We will see Sam. By the way I have a question to ask.

No chance of him actually telling us, so it’s anyone’s bet. What’s the question?

What plans do have exactly for your birthday? Are you doing anything?

Just spending some quality time with Gabe and Rosie, as far as I know.

Well, I you want I was thinking I could throw you a small party, If that’s okay with you.

Go ahead. Just be careful who you invite, half of the people I know have either tried to kill each other or slept together at some point.

How about you do the inviting, just to be safe. I’ll go buy the party supplies.

That might be for the best.

“Perfect, be back soon” Jass said teleporting to a nearby store.

Sam sat down and started work on a list of friends and family members, cross referencing in an attempt to figure out a safe configuration of guests, and had the sudden realisation that his wedding was almost certainly going to end in bloodshed.

Jass came back with a handful of items. Such as a cake, a single slice of pie for Dean, a banner and mini confetti guns. “So how’s the list coming along?” Jass said with a slight squeak in her voice as she placed the items down.

“This family is even more dysfunctional than I thought.” Sam frowned.

Jass began decorating. “Who do you have down so far?” Jass asked grabbing a stool to hang the banner.

“You and me, obviously. Dean, Cas, Gabe. Then it gets a little tricky. If I invite Dad there’ll be trouble, but not inviting him could have the same effect. Most of the angels have pissed off one or other of the hunters, the demons have issues with everyone, and either Dean or Gabe has slept with almost everyone else.”

“Well then” Jass said as she hung the banner almost falling off of the stool. “How about Erica?” Jass suggested.

Sam quickly moved to stabilise her. "Yeah I think she's safe enough."

Gabriel smiled back, laughing when Rosie wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck in a hug. “Looks like someone has already started the hugging, so you wanna head out now or is there something you need to grab first?”

“I have everything I need right here.”

“Sap.” Chuckling, the archangel wrapped his fiance and daughter up in his arms and grace, before flying them to the cozy, bigger than your average living room of his home in Norway. Rosie squealed at the act, reaching up to try to grab some of the dangling feathers of the archangels wings.

“Hey, it’s my birthday, I can be as sappy as I want.”

“I know, I was just teasing.” Shaking his head fondly, Gabriel reached up to ruffle Sam’s hair. “So! What’s first? Tour of the library or cuddles and tummy time for Rosie in the den?”

“Tour of the library. We’ll never leave the den once we get there.”

“True.” Looping his arm through one of Sam’s, Gabriel lead him away from the living room and down the hall towards the massive library. “I’ve collected all of this over the years, some of it is actually my children’s from when they were younger.l

“It’s incredible.” Sam looked around at the books, so many of them that there was no way he would be able to get through all of them in his lifetime. “How many of them have you read?”

“All of them. At least, all the ones in this library.” Gabriel replied, gently taking Rosie back so that Sam could do a little exploring. “You can have them, this place, if you want.”

"Wow. Have I mentioned how awesome you are today?" Sam brushed his fingers across the spines of a row of books, reading title after title and letting the calm that always settled over him in libraries sink in. "I love it here."

“All the mushrooms do is give me a boost to jump. Or grow back to normal size.” Alice said, pouting.

“Mhmm. The caterpillar’s hookah then?”

“I haven’t used it in months. You’re just so tall you haven’t noticed me.”

"I'm tall, but I'm not THAT tall."

No problem, old man.

Pffft, I’m not THAT old.

Well…

Older than most hunters manage, sure, and I’m a dad now so that instantly makes me count as ancient, but I only have a few grey hairs!

True, and the gray hairs aren’t very obvious.

Wow, getting reassured about that really makes me feel old.

Don’t feel that way, just be happy you’re not in you’re dirty 40s like Dean.

He’s already a grumpy old man, it’s amazing.

*laughs* You’re right.

Gabe and I have a bet going about how many years it’ll be before he ends up giving in and getting reading glasses.

Really , I want in on this bet.

Gabe thinks a year, I say two.

I give it five at the least.

By the way, what are you doing for you’re birthday? Any plans?

I’m pretty sure he’s avoiding research because it hurts his eyes these days, so I think the clock’s ticking.

You could be right, you could be wrong. We will see Sam. By the way I have a question to ask.

No chance of him actually telling us, so it’s anyone’s bet. What’s the question?

What plans do have exactly for your birthday? Are you doing anything?

Just spending some quality time with Gabe and Rosie, as far as I know.

Well, I you want I was thinking I could throw you a small party, If that’s okay with you.

Go ahead. Just be careful who you invite, half of the people I know have either tried to kill each other or slept together at some point.

How about you do the inviting, just to be safe. I’ll go buy the party supplies.

That might be for the best.

“Perfect, be back soon” Jass said teleporting to a nearby store.

Sam sat down and started work on a list of friends and family members, cross referencing in an attempt to figure out a safe configuration of guests, and had the sudden realisation that his wedding was almost certainly going to end in bloodshed.

Jass came back with a handful of items. Such as a cake, a single slice of pie for Dean, a banner and mini confetti guns. “So how’s the list coming along?” Jass said with a slight squeak in her voice as she placed the items down.

“This family is even more dysfunctional than I thought.” Sam frowned.

Jass began decorating. “Who do you have down so far?” Jass asked grabbing a stool to hang the banner.

"You and me, obviously. Dean, Cas, Gabe. Then it gets a little tricky. If I invite Dad there'll be trouble, but not inviting him could have the same effect. Most of the angels have pissed off one or other of the hunters, the demons have issues with everyone, and either Dean or Gabe has slept with almost everyone else."

Gabriel smiled back, laughing when Rosie wrapped her arms around Sam’s neck in a hug. “Looks like someone has already started the hugging, so you wanna head out now or is there something you need to grab first?”

“I have everything I need right here.”

“Sap.” Chuckling, the archangel wrapped his fiance and daughter up in his arms and grace, before flying them to the cozy, bigger than your average living room of his home in Norway. Rosie squealed at the act, reaching up to try to grab some of the dangling feathers of the archangels wings.

“Hey, it’s my birthday, I can be as sappy as I want.”

“I know, I was just teasing.” Shaking his head fondly, Gabriel reached up to ruffle Sam’s hair. “So! What’s first? Tour of the library or cuddles and tummy time for Rosie in the den?”

“Tour of the library. We’ll never leave the den once we get there.”

“True.” Looping his arm through one of Sam’s, Gabriel lead him away from the living room and down the hall towards the massive library. “I’ve collected all of this over the years, some of it is actually my children’s from when they were younger.l

"It's incredible." Sam looked around at the books, so many of them that there was no way he would be able to get through all of them in his lifetime. "How many of them have you read?"

Nuh uh!

Don’t worry, I won’t make any hobbit jokes.

*pout*

I’m not short, Sam!

That’s what they all say.

You’re just unnaturally tall!!

And you’re pocket size.

*pouts more* I’m not pocket sized.

Would you prefer the term “vertically challenged”?

Sammyyyy

Okay okay, I’m done.

You’re so mean to me

I’m your step dad, it’s in the contract.

*smiles* I has a question

Do you now?

I does

Well don’t stand on ceremony, out with it.

Will you hunt with me?

Shus bad at it, Deans a bit of an overprotective ass, and Dads just overprotective.

Dean does have a tendency to get a little overly worried. No one knows that problem better than me. Of course I’ll hunt with you.

*grins* That’s good! If I go alone again Sleip might throw me in the Idiot Box.

I might join him, hunting alone is never a good idea.

I’m a hybrid demigod

Anyone can die, Erica.

Not easily, Sam

I’d still prefer it if you took someone with you.

You’re protective too!

You aren’t allowed to guard me while hunting.

Doesn’t hurt to have someone around to watch your back. Going off alone has been a consistently terrible idea in this family.

*groans*

Careful with that or you’ll start to remind me of Claire.

I like Claire!

We all like Claire, however, one is enough.

“All the mushrooms do is give me a boost to jump. Or grow back to normal size.” Alice said, pouting.

"Mhmm. The caterpillar's hookah then?"

No problem, old man.

Pffft, I’m not THAT old.

Well…

Older than most hunters manage, sure, and I’m a dad now so that instantly makes me count as ancient, but I only have a few grey hairs!

True, and the gray hairs aren’t very obvious.

Wow, getting reassured about that really makes me feel old.

Don’t feel that way, just be happy you’re not in you’re dirty 40s like Dean.

He’s already a grumpy old man, it’s amazing.

*laughs* You’re right.

Gabe and I have a bet going about how many years it’ll be before he ends up giving in and getting reading glasses.

Really , I want in on this bet.

Gabe thinks a year, I say two.

I give it five at the least.

By the way, what are you doing for you’re birthday? Any plans?

I’m pretty sure he’s avoiding research because it hurts his eyes these days, so I think the clock’s ticking.

You could be right, you could be wrong. We will see Sam. By the way I have a question to ask.

No chance of him actually telling us, so it’s anyone’s bet. What’s the question?

What plans do have exactly for your birthday? Are you doing anything?

Just spending some quality time with Gabe and Rosie, as far as I know.

Well, I you want I was thinking I could throw you a small party, If that’s okay with you.

Go ahead. Just be careful who you invite, half of the people I know have either tried to kill each other or slept together at some point.

How about you do the inviting, just to be safe. I’ll go buy the party supplies.

That might be for the best.

“Perfect, be back soon” Jass said teleporting to a nearby store.

Sam sat down and started work on a list of friends and family members, cross referencing in an attempt to figure out a safe configuration of guests, and had the sudden realisation that his wedding was almost certainly going to end in bloodshed.

Jass came back with a handful of items. Such as a cake, a single slice of pie for Dean, a banner and mini confetti guns. “So how’s the list coming along?” Jass said with a slight squeak in her voice as she placed the items down.

"This family is even more dysfunctional than I thought." Sam frowned.