Gabriel had been through so much. Centuries and centuries of living. The war in Heaven had been too much for him. Michael had put Lucifer in the cage, humanity had started, officially, and Father had....disappeared. Just gone.
But despite God being...absent....Heaven moved on like normal. And Gabriel followed along, or he tried at least. But it got too tiring. Too many rules, too many guidelines, too much....it was just all plain...trudging along day after day, doing basically the exact same thing.
After...who knows how long, he was done. Gabriel left, faked his death. It was too much, all of it. The fighting was too much, the rules were too much, he just...couldn't take it. It was boring, slow, and yet at the same time overwhelming.
But now he was the Trickster, otherwise known as Loki. He could cause all the mischief he wanted, play all the pranks his heart desired. It was all fun and games, he could go anywhere and do anything.
And yet, after so many years of traveling and playing pranks, part of him couldn't help but feel like it was all getting old. It was all the same, day after day, and part of Gabriel wondered if that would ever really change for him.
Maybe someday, something or even someone, would come along and change his whole world forever.
Gabriel sighed, moving along the aisles of the grocery store slowly, looking over the shelves for nothing in particular. He couldn't help but think that this was the fourth time in two weeks that he was wandering the grocery store. He sighed, muttering, "Could use a change of scenery."
Turning to the next aisle, he stopped, tilting his head as he watched a girl pace up and down the aisle. She looked upset, angry, and just exhausted.
Gabriel looked over her, smiling slightly as her saw her eyes, the sparkle in them. Her hair was gorgeous, and it worked perfectly for her, just the right style and just the right color. Her lips were in a pout, and for a split second he wished she was smiling right at him instead of glaring at the shelves.
Walking forward, he called out, "What did the beer do to you?"
Her gaze instantly flashed to him, and he smiled as she gave him an apologetic smile. "Nothing, they just...the store doesn't have the brand my brother wants right now."
Gabe stuffed his hands in his pockets, walking towards her. "What brand?"
She laughed, looking down. "Labatt Blue," she replied, before meeting Gabriel's eyes. "And apparently it's one of the more popular ones."
Gabe pouted, as if he was thinking, before walking towards her, stopping only a foot or so from her. He leaned down, looking at some of the lower shelves. He snapped his fingers before saying, "Are you sure they're out?"
She leaned down as well, saying, "i couldn't find any but-" He smiled as she gasped.
He stood as she crouched, pulling out one more 12 pack of beer. She sighed in relief, before smiling at him widely. "Thank you, really."
"Ah, it's no problem," Gabriel replied.
She smiled, before walking a few feet. He watched as she stopped then, turning around. "I never got your name," she said, a certain smile on her face.
Gabriel took a deep breath, looking at her for a moment. She was different, different in a way he had never really encountered. Then, in that one moment, he felt a way he hadn't in a long time, a way that he wasn't sure he would ever feel fully to be honest. And in that one moment, for a reason he couldn't fully grasp, he told her, "Gabriel."
Her smiled widened, a slight pink tint on her cheeks. "Y/N," she said. "Have a good night, Gabe."
He smiled as she turned back around, leaving him in the aisle alone. His smile fell as she walked from his sight. "What was that?"
You smiled as you stepped into the motel, setting the beer on the table. Sam looked at you as you sat, Dean instantly grabbing a beer. "You alright, Y/N?" Sam asked.
"Fine," you replied, smiling at him.
"You seem weird," Dean said, eyeing you.
You sighed, unable to really wipe the smile from your face as you rolled your eyes. "Will you stop going overprotective older brother on me? It gets really old really fast."
Dean scoffed, leaning back in his chair. "Never."
"Are you sure nothing happened?" Sam asked, leaning forward.
You sighed, looking at him. "Sammy, you're my twin, not my older brother. Don't follow Dean's example."
"We may be twins but I'm still older," Sam replied, smirking.
You groaned, looking at the ceiling. "Three minutes does not count!"
"Yes it does," Sam replied, laughing.
"Plus, he's taller than you," Dean added.
Your gaze moved to him in a flash. "I can still kick both your asses," you replied.
"Bring it!" Dean yelled, a large smile on his face.
