Sending out an SOS

[low_key_angel]

Gabriel hated prison.

Really, really hated prison.

He'd given Lucifer the slip, found a way to fool his older brother into believing that he was well and truly dead and took a back door into Heaven. The safest place to stay when you were hiding from the Apocalypse, heavenly politics and damn near everything? Home.

Well, until Dad's dickless little secretary cast the mother of all spells that threw absolutely everyone out and shattered the wings of every member of the Host. Brothers, sisters, all cast down, lost and broken. Naturally, that was when Metatron found him, stunned and broken and dragged him back into prison. He didn't even have long to wonder why.

Metatron liked to listen to himself talk, liked to mimic stories but he never really understood them. Like most of the angels he never really got humans. Or the angel that hung around them in a battered old trenchcoat.

So when the illusion started, when Metatron used his image to try and manipulate ol' Castiel? Gabriel did a little hijacking of his own.

I need your help. You can do this.

And with Metatron's attention focused elsewhere, Gabriel found that he could do it again. He didn't have the strength to speak at first. But he could appear. Standing with Castiel and his slowly growing flock. It took a few times, but he finally managed to speak nearly a week and a half later.

"Hey bro."

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[unwary]

Castiel stiffened when he saw that familiar form yet again. It had been a week and a half and Castiel was losing faith that this was just Metatron toying with him in a way that made little sense. He was also not entirely convinced it was his own mind giving a way again -- this was not how his hallucinations went the last time he lost touch.

So after a moment of silence, Castiel brought himself to look at the form of his brother, eyes narrowing slightly. "Where are you, Gabriel?"

It's a simple question, but he has to wonder if his brother will even be able to truly answer it or not.