first hunt ⇝ audio

[mulletrock]

[Dean hasn't figured out the video function on his NV so he's blisfully unaware and accessing the network via audio because it's what he's used to.

His voice sounds rough with lack of sleep because he hasn't really gotten much in the past week but it's also lined with a hell of a lot of sarcasm and contempt for his situation.]

Since we got the whole parallel dimension snatching up civilians thing covered I guess it'd be stupid to introduce myself as Jerry Wanek.

What the hell's there to do around here except avoid the darkness and kill the crap that comes out of it?

This place'd be a lot better if I had my car.

[And because he hasn't figured out filters yet either he'll just be leaving it at that, even if he needs to talk to Cas and is going to try reaching Sam on his own time later.]

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[uberboned]

Oh great.

Okay, look. Cliffnotes version, 'cause I am so over faking it for you, kiddo?

I'm an angel. Stakes don't work on me. The end.

1/2

[mulletrock]

Angel?

Who gave you a halo?

I'm startin' to think your family's worse than mine.

[mulletrock]

[Oh. Right. Priorities. Dean's not sure he wants to ask.]

Which junkless asshole does that make you?

'Cause you're sure as hell not the Dudley of that screwed up little circle.

[That's right. A Preacher's Wife reference. He watched Christmas movies once.

Somehow he gets a feeling that's more up Cas' alley.]

Y'know provided this isn't another one of your tricks.

[He's seen stranger and with everything that's happening right now he wouldn't put it past what's going on but it's still far fetched.]

[uberboned]

Hi, I'm Gabriel and I have better taste than Canada. I'd make that speech more memorable, but this is the tenth friggin' time already.

1/2

[mulletrock]

[Where's Sam the encyclopedia of lore when you need him.]

That's the one with the, uh, horn right?

[Not an intelligent response. He wants to be pissed but he's bad at multitasking and has had to deal with way too much in the past week and a lot from today on top of it. He's way too tired.]

2/2

[mulletrock]

Lemme guess. You're Team Apocalypse too.

[uberboned]

I'm Team Jacob.

[mulletrock]

[Dean just stares deadpan at him. He is in no mood for Twilight jokes especially when he's team book burning when it comes to that series.]

I'm serious.

You were native in 2006.

How long was this shit brewing?

[uberboned]

Since always? It wasn't a done deal until you went hellside, though. By then, it was all over but the bloodshed.

[mulletrock]

And you knew... and didn't think t'maybe tell us?

[Probably too preoccupied being undercover. Dean's not about to touch the hell comment even though by now he knows he's right. He just wants an answer. He has to know what side he's on.]

[uberboned]

Oh, my mistake. Maybe I should have used subtle clues to get your brother to realize that letting you go to Hell without going on a roaring rampage of revenge and kickstarting the apocalypse was a great plan.

Oh wait. I did.

[mulletrock]

Sam doesn't really respond well to violence.

The guy idolizes Gandhi.

If you wanted to get that message across you should've done more than scare tactics.

[He'll just leave dead dogs lie. Gabriel already told him who he was and what side he was on and sure this was where he killed him hundreds of times and that was personal but if he stayed pissed at everything in his past when he was already way behind the majority it'd wind up killing him. So he goes out on a limb and tries to keep cool and play nice. Joking to clear the air as per usual.]

[uberboned]

Oh like what? Asking nicely? You two never would've bought it for a second.

[mulletrock]

Might've reacted better.

C'mon, was killing me really necessary?

You could've shown us your wings or appealed to Sam's angel loving puppy dog sensibilities. Whatever you angels do to get your point across.

Instead you're all dickbags.

T'be honest it's a little bit of a buzz kill.

Doesn't really make me want to help you guys.

[Even though he swore and doesn't really have a choice.]

threadjack :|

[momchester]

[Okay, butting in now. She has so many questions, not the least of which are "da fuq?" and "um wut."]

So... story time.

[uberboned]

Hm? [INNOCENT.]

[momchester]

Gabriel, what does he think you are?

[This is what happens when you fall off the Trickster wagon for a few months, Gabe. You get innocent bystanders like Mary not knowing what your game is.]

[uberboned]

Beats me. He's a crazy person.

[mulletrock]

I'm crazy?

You went around staging deaths from the national inquirer.

[uberboned]

That's high art, thank you.

[mulletrock]

Last I checked high art actually meant you were creative.

Cheap carbon copies don't qualify.

[momchester]

You posed as a trickster? Not just here, but at home? Really?

[Oh my god, so much judgment. Do you even know how lame and immature the lore makes them sound, Gabriel. Do you.]

[uberboned]

I don't judge your hobbies.

[momchester]

Okay, well, how the conversation goes depends a lot on what your hobbies were. What did you do to them?

[So lightly and casually. Which means DANGER WILL ROBINSON.]

[uberboned]

Nothing too emotionally damaging. Pinky swear. ,small>[HE DOESN'T CAAAARE. Really. He's not planning on moving to Bosnia, because hell hath no fury like a mama lion angered.]