“Take it as a compliment. I still gave you a score even though you’re more of the adorable stepsister type.”

“Can’t help it. Being angel of Judgement is ingrained in my system.” Just-desserts, just desserts….it was desserts for him whichever way you sliced it.

“So you’ve finally given those muttonheads the boot? Looking to crash with your best bro? Finally enjoy what Earth has to offer us poor, sheltered balls of glory?”

Castiel snorted and rolled his eyes. There was the Gabriel he knew and loved. “Riiight.”

“About time, isn’t it? I’m still Sam and Dean’s guardian, but I want to be as far away from Heaven as possible. I could give you quite the list of those that tried to kill us or have killed us.”

“What?” He said defensively. “It is.” It wasn’t like he was only the messenger. There were more than enough jobs to give everyone more than one.

“Well there’s Lucifer....The Winchesters, you....were there others?” He tried not to may attention to the drama-fest that was Heaven...you know unless they tried to drag him into it. “Wait, were you talking about ‘us’ angels or ‘us’ you and your idiot charges?”

Fuck yeah. “Doing great, as always.” They’d pry his hedonism from his cold, dead fingers.

“Tell me something. If I wouldn’t want to hear it…why’d I ask?”

“Because you’ve no idea the Hell the boys and I endured before deciding to leave altogether.” He answered easily.

“Or perhaps you do. I don’t know what you’ve spent your time doing; I presume pranking people most of all?”

“Can’t help it. Being angel of Judgement is ingrained in my system.” Just-desserts, just desserts....it was desserts for him whichever way you sliced it.

“So you’ve finally given those muttonheads the boot? Looking to crash with your best bro? Finally enjoy what Earth has to offer us poor, sheltered balls of glory?”

“Oh yeah? Even better than Balthy?” 

“So what’s with not visiting Heaven? You visit me because you need help laying low or is it purely coincidental?”

“Very much so.”

“It’s a long story you wouldn’t like to hear. I’m just glad to see you’re doing well.”

Fuck yeah. “Doing great, as always.” They’d pry his hedonism from his cold, dead fingers.

“Tell me something. If I wouldn’t want to hear it...why’d I ask?”

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“No, but it was the squeezing me like I’d shit out wine that I was surprised at.” Ever merry, Gabe chuckled somewhere close to Castiel’s ear.

“I missed you too Cassafras. Glad you made a cameo.”

Castiel couldn’t help snorting quietly at the nickname, finally letting go to look at him.

“I should say that to you. You were always my favorite brother.”

“Oh yeah? Even better than Balthy?” 

“So what’s with not visiting Heaven? You visit me because you need help laying low or is it purely coincidental?”

“I was working up to it.” After all…he didn’t get all that many visitors, scaring them off could be pushed a back a couple moments.

“Whoa. Holding on tight there huh?” He teased, but hugged back just as hard anyway. “Missed me?”

“Zip it.” He grumbled, not at all loosening his hold on Gabriel.

“So what if I did? It’s not a crime, is it; caring?”

“No, but it was the squeezing me like I’d shit out wine that I was surprised at.” Ever merry, Gabe chuckled somewhere close to Castiel’s ear.

“I missed you too Cassafras. Glad you made a cameo.”

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“Doesn’t stop me from worrying you’d have the luck to be the exception.” Mana mused. “That would make two of us.” Then in more somber fashion, he ventured. “It was quiet back home without you. And kinda boring, you know?”

“You have diabetes?” He was being a dick and he knew it, but....being one was more fun than the alternative. Gabe swallowed part of his overstuffed-mouthful and shrugged. “If I haven’t gotten it by now, not gonna happen.” He’d fallen head over heels for all things sugar since he’d been introduced to honey way back when.

“Yeah...” He hooked his hands in his pockets, frowned as he chewed. “Michael never really brought the party bus around.” Gabe suspected he’d sort of ridden off with it when he’d left. “How are things?” he could have asked about Heaven, could have apologized...but the past was best left buried. He could write a dissertation on all the examples he had to prove it.

“Aw Cassy why didn’t you just say so. You’ve grown so much. Last time I saw you you’re like a tiny, unappreciated speck of greatness on a Winchester’s shoe.

C’mere and gimme a hug,”

“That’s… Wonderful. And you don’t even ask why.

Well, not that I’d tell you regardless.” Castiel hummed, but stepped forward and hugged Gabriel. Maybe a bit tightly.

“I was working up to it.” After all...he didn’t get all that many visitors, scaring them off could be pushed a back a couple moments.

“Whoa. Holding on tight there huh?” He teased, but hugged back just as hard anyway. “Missed me?”

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“Here we are a half a universe later and you still won’t listen to me when I say ‘it’s going to give you diabetes’.” Manakel tried to sound cross, but there was too much fondness in his voice. 

Gabriel flashed yet another of his many oh yeah? looks and spitefully stuffed the rest of the chocolate bar into his mouth. When he spoke it was past a thick mouthful of caramel nougat-y goodness.

“Angels don’t get diabetes.” He quipped in his best holier-than-thou voice, though the effect was ruined by the candy-slur muffling his words. Luckily, nothing fell out this time.

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“I assumed if you came for ABBA you would like them.

And why are you eavesdropping on me from Heaven? I’ll have you know this entire crashpad is off-radar.”

“I haven’t actually been to Heaven in a very long time.

I really just came to see you, Gabriel.”

“Aw Cassy why didn’t you just say so. You’ve grown so much. Last time I saw you you’re like a tiny, unappreciated speck of greatness on a Winchester’s shoe.

C’mere and gimme a hug,”