(A/N: this is a tiny little thing, and I haven't written in this fandom for a year, but I hope you still like it :3 )
"I don't like you anymore," the seven-year old tells him, very seriously.
"I know, kid," Dean says and tries to be casual about it. In truth, he's a little hurt, but he understands. He's just glad Gabriel can't kill him two hundred times over again - at least not for a while. "It's not permanent, remember?"
"I don't trust you anymore," Gabriel says quietly and ouch, yeah, that hurts a bit. Sam has the pinched look of someone who's been punched in the face with a lemon, and even Dean can feel his smile slipping.
He picks up the kid instead and sets him on his lap. "Listen, you know what we talked about, Gabriel. C'mon. Once you turn..." He waits, waggles his eyebrows, and hopes Gabriel will go along with them.
He does, bless his archangel-trickster-rapped-in-a-kid's-body soul. "Once I turn eighteen, you and Uncle Sammy will remove the spells that keep my powers under wraps."
"That's right, buddy," Dean says. "Aaand?"
"And when Uncle Cas comes around to visit, he will teach me to fly," Gabriel says, reciting the words exactly like Dean told him. He's starting to brighten now, though, at the thought of flying in the near future. Strangely enough, that's a thought that makes Dean's stomach churn uncomfortably - waht if he falls and breaks something? - but he's just happy that Gabriel's stopped looking betrayed.
"Are you ready for some breakfast now, Gabe?" Sam asks, puppy-eyes still on maximum mode.
"Yeah," Gabriel says, and it sounds like he's indulging them. Even if Cas has long ago established that this version of Gabriel is an actual kid, not just looks like it, Gabriel isn't a normal kid by any stretch. He's part angel, part human, and part Trickster - and how that works, fuck if anyone knows - with abilities and personality traits of all three.
"C'mon, champ," Sam says and takes the seven-year old by the hand, who skips along to the bunker kitchen.
Dean rubs his face with both hands. At least he didn't cry again.
"Uncle Dean?" comes a plaintive voice from the doorway, and when he looks up, Gabriel looks uncertainly at him. He's biting his lip.
"Yeah, kid?"
"You coming with? Uncle Sam's gonna show me how to make you coffee," Gabriel says. He's got the most heartbreaking little uncertain smile, jesus fuck.
"I thought you were mad at me," Dean teases, but he gets up from the table and walks over to him.
"I got over it," Gabriel says, dead serious. He links their pinkies and drags Dean to the kitchen. "I want jam and sugar and honey on my pancakes, please."
"Absolutely not," Dean says, and knows he's lying.
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Gen, Kid!Gabriel, curtain-fic(ish)
Date: 2014-09-13 10:11 am (UTC)"I don't like you anymore," the seven-year old tells him, very seriously.
"I know, kid," Dean says and tries to be casual about it. In truth, he's a little hurt, but he understands. He's just glad Gabriel can't kill him two hundred times over again - at least not for a while. "It's not permanent, remember?"
"I don't trust you anymore," Gabriel says quietly and ouch, yeah, that hurts a bit. Sam has the pinched look of someone who's been punched in the face with a lemon, and even Dean can feel his smile slipping.
He picks up the kid instead and sets him on his lap. "Listen, you know what we talked about, Gabriel. C'mon. Once you turn..." He waits, waggles his eyebrows, and hopes Gabriel will go along with them.
He does, bless his archangel-trickster-rapped-in-a-kid's-body soul. "Once I turn eighteen, you and Uncle Sammy will remove the spells that keep my powers under wraps."
"That's right, buddy," Dean says. "Aaand?"
"And when Uncle Cas comes around to visit, he will teach me to fly," Gabriel says, reciting the words exactly like Dean told him. He's starting to brighten now, though, at the thought of flying in the near future. Strangely enough, that's a thought that makes Dean's stomach churn uncomfortably - waht if he falls and breaks something? - but he's just happy that Gabriel's stopped looking betrayed.
"Are you ready for some breakfast now, Gabe?" Sam asks, puppy-eyes still on maximum mode.
"Yeah," Gabriel says, and it sounds like he's indulging them. Even if Cas has long ago established that this version of Gabriel is an actual kid, not just looks like it, Gabriel isn't a normal kid by any stretch. He's part angel, part human, and part Trickster - and how that works, fuck if anyone knows - with abilities and personality traits of all three.
"C'mon, champ," Sam says and takes the seven-year old by the hand, who skips along to the bunker kitchen.
Dean rubs his face with both hands. At least he didn't cry again.
"Uncle Dean?" comes a plaintive voice from the doorway, and when he looks up, Gabriel looks uncertainly at him. He's biting his lip.
"Yeah, kid?"
"You coming with? Uncle Sam's gonna show me how to make you coffee," Gabriel says. He's got the most heartbreaking little uncertain smile, jesus fuck.
"I thought you were mad at me," Dean teases, but he gets up from the table and walks over to him.
"I got over it," Gabriel says, dead serious. He links their pinkies and drags Dean to the kitchen. "I want jam and sugar and honey on my pancakes, please."
"Absolutely not," Dean says, and knows he's lying.