To a Friend

Gabriel Imagine 1

"Would you like me to refill your drink, dear?" The waitress asks you. 

"Yes, please," you say. She tops off your drink, before glancing at the opposite side of the table. You notice her staring. "He'll be here soon, I know it," you say. She looks back to you sympathetically, before heading to another table. 

Already, you've got like three other tables of people staring at you. You drum your fingers on the table, humming slightly as you wonder where in the world your date could be. Gabriel usually wasn't late to these things, so he better have a good reason for it. 

You know he's not ghosting you, since you live with him and at almost any time you could go home and confront him about it, so you're just left to wonder what kinds of fuckery he's up to at the moment. 

The front doors burst open, and your dearest archangel comes in, drenched in water. The hostess starts trying to talk to him, but he spots you and rushes over. "Sorry I'm late!" Gabriel apologizes, sitting down across from you. 

"...Why the hell are you soaking wet?" You ask him. Considering the sun is shining bright outside, it's definitely a bit strange that he's completely soaked in water. He's literally dripping water onto the table. 

"That, uh...that's a good question. I...don't really have an answer." That usually means he's got an answer, but he was doing something stupid and he doesn't want to admit it because he knows you'll lecture him for it. 

You decide not to push the matter at the moment. "So, what kept you occupied for so long?" You ask, taking a sip of your drink. 

"Mike wanted to talk, for whatever reason," Gabriel says. You set your drink back on the table, and Gabriel takes it. You were fairly used to this by now. 

"What'd he want to talk about?" 

"Stuff," Gabriel replies after taking a drink. He sets your cup down in front of you again. "About how he thinks I act too immature for being an archangel and whatever." 

"Did anything prompt that talk?" You ask. Gabriel's cheeks flush slightly. 

"Nope," he lies. "Just all the basic stuff I've done before." Okay, you're going to find out what the hell Gabe did just before your date. If he broke something again, you're going to be pissed. 

The waitress comes back, surprised not only to see a man across from you, but one that is still dripping water everywhere. "Oh, uh, is this your date?" The waitress asks. 

"Yes, it is," you say. You toss a napkin at him. He uses it to start patting himself dry, but the napkin is soaked within seconds. "We'd like to order now, if possible." 

"Yes, of course. What would you like?" You give the waitress your orders, and Gabriel heads to the bathroom to dry himself off. You know this means that he's going to magic himself dry, so he should only take a minute at most. 

The door opens again, and the hostess tries to greet two familiar men. The blond spots you first, and immediately marches over to you, the brunet following close behind. "Luce, Mike!" You greet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Our brother," Michael says. 

"I figured as much. What'd he do this time?" 

"Long story short, the plumbing in the bunker is destroyed and everyone's gonna have to stay with you for a while," Lucifer explains. Fucking what.

You try to process the information you have just been given. What the absolute fuck, Gabriel. Oh my dear god. 

"...You seem to be handling the information...well," Michael says, as your brain flips between anger, disbelief, and amusement. Michael puts a hand on Lucifer's shoulder. "I think it's best if we go." 

Lucifer nods, and the two brothers leave. Once they're out the door, Gabriel returns. He subtly dries his seat and sits back down. He immediately notices the look on your face. "You okay?" He asks. 

"Yep," you say. "So anyways, what have you been up to recently?" You hope to god that Gabriel tells you what it is, because you never like having to interrogate him for answers. 

Gabriel goes on about the usual pranks and mischief he causes when he hangs around the Winchesters and his brothers. He says nothing about destroying any plumbing. You nod along in silence until the food arrives. You're hungry, but now that Gabriel's stopped talking, it's probably the best time to talk to him about this. 

"So," you start, taking a quick sip of your drink. "What's this I hear about you destroying the bunker's plumbing?" Gabriel freezes, and his face visibly pales. 

"Who told you that?" Gabriel asks. 

"Luce and Mike stopped by just before you came out of the bathroom," you answer. "How in the everloving fuck did you manage to destroy the entire bunker's plumbing?" 

"Well, it wasn't the entire bunker-" 

"That doesn't make things any better, Gabriel!" 

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Short and sweet! Hopefully not too short, but I didn't have much idea where to go with this one, but I wanted to write something since i couldn't sleep. Also, I've got some ideas in the works that'll probably be ten times longer than this one, so let me enjoy writing the short ones for a little while longer, before I have to stare those novel-length imagines in the face.

Hope y'all enjoyed!

I'm out~