Gabriel

Gabriel catches the vegetables with one hand, setting them on the counter he's leaning against. A faint smile at the question. "Cuban food is totally my specialty." Jessica might not remember, but he'd learned a lifetime or two ago in Havana.

"I figured out a long time ago that food you make is a hell of a lot better than manifesting it up."

But he's perfectly happy to watch and simply be close to his soulmates. The first time they've all been together in ages.

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"Which has never stopped you from manifesting up a ton of candy." Sam grins over at him as he moves to start putting things away. Because that's easy enough to handle. "I think I'm the only one who has never, ever managed to learn how to cook that wasn't over a fire." And even then, grilling or boiling the fuck out of things couldn't entirely be classed as 'cooking'. Depending on what the life was and what they were doing.

"Dean might, though. Want to help with the cooking, I mean. Or Jo." Sam pauses. "Actually, I'm not sure how good of a cook Jo is. Gadreel will never have learned, but I'm sure he'd find it fascinating to watch."

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There were some old memories in the explanation that Gabriel had given to her on their asteroid reenactment: Some ancient, some less than a century ago. One of them had been the war. France. She'd wanted to go to Havana when it was all over. His mention of Cuban food makes her smile fondly, but she'll let it remain as it is for now while she puts a bag of flour into a Ziploc to keep the bugs out.

She chuckles at Sam and Gabriel's banter, and grins. "I do occasionally think that the only reason you survived Junior year is because of me and the Thai place down the block from our apartment." The flour is put into its new home before Jessica turns to face her soulmates. Whoever came up with that idea and then chose to rip them all apart should be flogged. And not in a good way. While we're at it, they get a hairshirt, too.

"As far as cooking goes, these are all details that can be figured out later. Trust me: Dean is going to cook once in a while whether he wants to or not. Gadreel and Jo are more than welcome to help or watch. I have a feeling Jo might not do too badly--she did her fair share of work at the Roadhouse, yeah?"

Grabbing a dishtowel, she playfully swats Sam's behind. "Alright, you two. Thank you for your help. Now go back to correcting the encyclopedias. I'll start dinner."

Edited (It's early. Randomizing fixes.) Date: 2015-10-22 12:10 pm (UTC)

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"Hey, I know what I like, nothing wrong with that," he smirks at Sam, pulling a marshmallow out of thin air to bounce off his nose.

Gabriel understands - at least a little more since talking with Death. Dad.. never did things the easy way. Or the clean way. But he's found his soulmates again and for the first time since Rome he feels complete. The lesson is one that he's learned from Sam and Jessica time and time again - live in the moment. Take the joy for what it is and that's precisely what he means to do.

"Oh I think we can keep you company for a bit. The books have been waiting all this time to get corrected, they can wait a little longer."

Dean can cook. He can even teach Gadreel. They have the time now.

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Predictably, Sam's nose wrinkles up at the marshmallow bounce, but he just rolls his eyes and grins as well. Because it's such a Gabriel thing to do, now that he remembers more about the archangel than the few times they'd met in this life.

Understood better, now, why Gabriel had been so distant even when both of them could feel that he hadn't wanted to be.

"You're the one doing the correcting," he points out, nudging Gabriel's shoulder as he goes to stand by the archangel. "But, yeah. They're not going anywhere and there's nothing that needs our immediate attention."

Which isn't exactly true. They should be trying to find a way to get Metatron out of Heaven and the angels back in. But, for the moment, they need the time out. The bunker is a safe place and Metatron can't get to them here. For now, it's okay to breathe.

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Dinner goes well, even if there is a mini food-fight with flour and pepper that results in her shooing both Sam and Gabriel out to set the table. "I know you can manage that. I hope."

Nighttime fades into day, which eventually turns into the next week. Cabin fever was starting to settle in, and stir-crazy was only the icing on the cake for Jessica. It was getting harder to find a place to hide out for a while that wasn't already taken by someone else. As spacious as the bunker was, seeing the same seven people almost day after day could really grate at nerves. Autumn was starting to make a path for Winter, and good lord if they didn't get out of there before the worst of it hit, they would kill each other. Eventually.

Jessica is grumping over dinner and the chill in the bunker. "I wanna go back to Havana," she mumbles to herself.

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Winter was going to make for a long and potentially dangerous season if they didn't think of something soon. While Sam and Dean were used to living in one another's pockets - you throw in a few more people and it just skews the works. Humans needed their space.

.. and while he likes Gadreel, Gabriel has officially given up on explaining anything pop culture related to the younger angel. Seriously.

There's a slammed door halfway down the hall and Gabriel grimaces at the angry sound, leaning to snake an arm around her waist. "Havana is nice this time of year." When he pulls back, he's wearing a bright Hawaiian shirt. "You thinking vacation?"

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"Sounds better than a hunt, though I'm coming up short on that as well." Sam leans against the doorway to the kitchen, watching his lovers with slight concern. Sure, he and Dean are used to living in each other's pockets, but there's suddenly a lot more people in the Bunker and, even if it WAS created to house more people than they have now, it feels crowded.

Which is one reason why he's staying near the door. Because Jessica is definitely looking crowded and cranky right now. Gabriel being close may be just what she can handle at the moment.

"Of course, Dean and I haven't had a vacation in...probably years."

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Crowded and cranky? You bet. Who builds a bunker that only has two bathrooms, and not nearly enough places to get away from other people? Jessica, though an extrovert at times, was perfectly happy hiding under the crawlspace under the stairs from time to time, until Kevin figured that one out. She jerks her head up at Jo's yelling at Dean(Jess thinks it's at Dean, anyway--nobody really had the desire to yell at Gadreel, like... ever) about socks or something, and Jessica can't help but lean into Gabriel's person. Hawaiian shirt that stung her eyes and all.

She sighs at Sam. "We should all think about it. Spread out some. Anything."

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The yelling was normally mitigated by Gadreel, who was able to calm the tempers of his soul mates. But even the angel had his limits and would sometimes retreat to the library to sit quietly with Sam, or watch Jessica cook.

Gabriel snakes an arm around Jessica. "Forget work. I think we need to catch a breather before we jump back into trouble."

"Pick a place. Any place."

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"Havana would be good." Sam remembers liking Havana, after all. And the tropical weather would be a balm before the winter that they're going to be facing. "I mean, anywhere we aren't going to see snow would be good. Though I wouldn't be opposed to a snow chalet sometime when we aren't all dealing with cabin fever."

After all, just because it would only be the three of them didn't mean it wouldn't be too many people in a small space that couldn't really escape each other.

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A small grin at a memory. "Remember when we went to Tahoe, Sam? Got snowed in for damn near a week." Fucked like rabbits. Ate like famine was knocking at the door. Put the three of them together? No telling what might happen. Hell-- the snow might actually melt faster.

Her fingers sneak up through the back of Gabriel's hair. "Havana's changed since we last saw it, but I damn well miss the people. The food." She sighs wistfully. "The dancing. The beach."

A loud 'bang' that sounds strangely like a bowling ball hitting the floor makes her jump. "Should we ask the others?" While Jess wouldn't mind being a fly in the room when and if Gadreel actually goes off on his Soulmates, she's not entirely gung-ho on being within a ten-mile radius for it.

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"I can arrange for a trip to Havana. Get us a nice quiet spot on the beach and plenty of good food." He rolls his eyes at the bang. One day soon Gadreel was going to lose his quiet and calm demeanor if Dean and Jo kept picking at each other. "Nah. I'll let him know we're stepping out for a few days so there isn't a large scale war before Halloween. Cas can help him keep an eye on things."

Another slam. "And maybe I can leave him a tranquilizer gun."

"Check in with Dean," he advises Sam. While he can leave a telepathic message with Gadreel (who is closer to losing his cool than Jess might realize), Sam won't leave his brother behind without talking to him. "Then we'll fly south for at least two weeks."

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The 'bang' makes Sam jerk, hand going to the small of his back. Where he isn't carrying a weapon because they're in the bunker, but he's a Hunter. Loud noises make him jumpy when he's relaxed.

He snorts at Gabriel, rolling his shoulders to release some of the tension before crossing into the kitchen to kiss both Gabriel and Jessica. "I'll go talk to him. Let him know where we're going and that Gadreel will be able to get hold of you if we're needed." And, honestly, he might suggest that his brother take Jo and Gadreel and get out of the Bunker (and Kevin's hair) for a while as well.

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The kiss is a welcome one, indeed, and her thumb brushes along Sam's cheek as she smiles. "Remember to duck, SammySam. You're a lot taller than the rest of us." A repeat of the bowling ball noise makes her wince. "And Jo has pretty damn good aim, even if Dean can dodge."

She glances over at Gabriel. "Is Gadreel okay? For soulmates, Dean and Jo seem to have more outs than ins..."

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"It's growing pains," he reaches out quietly to his brother as he raises to return Sam's kiss. "Asking two stubborn souls like Dean and Jo to trust what they have and not fight it is impossible."

"But if they don't soon, I think Gadreel is going to lose his patience." Which honestly, might do them all some good.

"Go on Sam, I'll talk to little bro and then we're outta here."

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"Dean and Jo will be fine. They haven't had as long to sort themselves out as we have." Because, while Sam and Dean had been attached at the soul through all of their lives, he only remembered Jo a handful of times. And without Gadreel there for things to click into place properly, things had been more difficult for them.

Now, they were sorting things out and while Sam knew they would settle eventually, it wasn't exactly something he necessarily wanted to be around for, either.

He ducks out of the kitchen, heading to break things up with Jo and Dean, at least for a little while. Give Gadreel a few moments of reprieve to get his own head together and figure out how to deal with his soulmates. So he pulls his brother aside to let him know the plan.

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