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Trickster, Angel, and all around troublemaker ((Application, Gabriel, SPN canon))

Voices were heard in the Sorting Room well in advance of their arrival.
“.. c’mon. I’m alive again, we should celebrate. You, me, a bottle of tequila, white sandy beaches..”

The woman laughed lightly, “Sorry sweetie. I’m spoken for.”

Gabriel, renegade archangel and Trickster extraordinaire touched down in the Sorting Room. He looked marginally impressed. “Really? Now you’ve gotta spill. Who’s the guy that managed to sweep you off your feet?”

“Bye Gabriel. I’d say behave, but you and I both know better. See ya around.”

He examined his pocket, pulling out what looked suspiciously like a can of diet orange soda. Relieved that the illusion was still in place, Gabriel tucked it away again. With a snap of his fingers, he summoned up a candy bar before sauntering over to the table where the dictaquill hovered expectantly.

State your name.

“I’ve gone by so many names,” he said, casually amused by the floating feather. “Loki, Anansi, Coyote, they’re all equally good. Trickster if you want to cover all of your lore-oriented bases.”

When it began to write Gabriel, he snapped his fingers. The quill crossed out the name, but it was still visible. “Hang on. Witness protection, remember? Not that name.” He frowned. Something was out there countering his not-inconsiderable power. It was odd, but he’d let it go for the moment.

“Fine. Gabriel,” he relented with an aggrieved sigh. Better to let it pass than summon up enough power to alert the tattered remains of his very estranged family where he was.

1. What is your favorite cheese? Why is it your favorite?
“Cheese? You’re bringing me back from the dead to ask about cheese? Okay, I’ll play along. Those little fried cheese sticks. Dipped in maple syrup. Oh, or chocolate. I’ve gotta hand it to those mortals, show them a deep fryer and they’ll drop damn near anything in it.” He had a notoriously sweet tooth and anything that involved copious amounts of sugar he’d get behind.

2. Who would you kill first, Barney or Carrottop?
“Kill them? Okay, granted they should both be taken out, but you should at least take the time to make it a really imaginative death. Have fun with it. Hot air balloon falling from the sky, smooshing them into paste? Send them scuba diving during shark week and stick a steak in their pants?”

3. What time is it where you are?
Gabriel made an exaggerated show of checking his very blank wrist. “Last I looked it was counting down to the Apocalypse. Since we’re still standing and I’m reading this charming little questionnaire, I’m assuming someone hit the snooze bar on the whole brotherly throw down?”

4. If you were Albus Dumbledore returned from the dead, which member of the Order of the Phoenix would you sexually harass? How would you harass them? If you are Albus Dumbledore, please answer as if you were Sirius Black.

He gave the application an affronted look. “Harass? Look, if you have to harass them, you’re obviously not doing it right. Now granted, having been recently returned from the dead, I wouldn’t mind some soft female company,” an immediately another blonde manifests and curls herself around his arm. “I can appreciate the need for a little companionship.” He winked. “But get your own.”

5. If you are pushing to be in:
A. Slytherin - please state the clever, witty name of the bar in which you bartend, in the dark.

“The Mystery Spot.” Now that had been a good time. Okay, it took nearly a year before the message got through Sam Winchester’s impossibly thick skull, but it had been an entertaining challenge finding new ways to kill Dean every day. He was particularly proud of the one that involved the marching band and the duck..

B. Gryffindor – Debate whether Harry should ultimately end up married to Fred or George. Use examples from a variety of world mythologies to bolster your argument.
“Married? Oh hell no. Getting that attached to anyone is an incredibly bad idea. Keep it simple and look out for your own keister. But to play along, I’ll say, the one on the left?”

C. Ravenclaw – You guys are supposed to be smart. Explain why my desk is inundated with paperwork at all times, even though I’m constantly disposing of it.
Gabriel smirked, “Probably because you aren’t employing the right help?” With one snap, a curvaceous blonde in a skimpy secretarial outfit appeared on his arm. “Or just bypass the paperwork entirely and set your desk on fire?”

D. Hufflepuff – Prove you are not useless.
His smirk widened into a larger, even more confident grin. “I’ve been kicking around Creation since Dad snapped his fingers and brought the whole mess to light. Since I took a, ah, leave of absence from home, I started roaming this little blue ball as one of a hundred different Tricksters. Had a lot of laughs and a lot of fun.”

From out of his pocket, he produced that same orange soda can and smirked. Only now it was a gleaming silver sword. “Oh yeah, I’m also an archangel. Not exactly useless.”

6. Offer a bribe to the members of this community so that they will not squib you. Items used in bribery do not necessarily have to belong to the person offering the bribe. Do not threaten us rather than offering a bribe. A threat indicates you either don't really want to be here, or don't have enough sense to answer the question properly. The hat will automatically squib you, regardless of other votes, if you do.

He grinned easily. “I’m sure we can come to some sort of arrangement. So long as you don’t let the family know where I am, we’re good.” It didn’t help that he could already sense at least one or two of his celestial brethren kicking around the castle. Hopefully he could maintain a safe enough distance and not get dragged into the fight again. Once was enough.
“ And like I said before, I’ve been around awhile. So let’s talk.”

*OOC*~
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus faq, and understand it is a crazy, cracktastic sorting community and RPG. -Loki
I have read the [info]hogwarts_hocus rules and agree to abide by each and every one of them. -Trickster
I agree to be a good sport and not get my knickers in a bunch. -Coyote
One day, marmalade will rule the world. -Anansi

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Dean snorted, okay, that was getting better and appreciated.

At the amused look and the pointing Dean just pursed his lips in to a cocky smirk and raised an eyebrow. When the archangel continued the hunter nearly laughed because to be honest, for most of his adult life, Gabriel had just described exactly what Dean did to a tee "Well, you'll find plenty of food, good luck on findin' available chicks. This place is a regular sausage fest."

But any amicable conversation is lost when the other began to laugh, never mind that Dean had thought it just as ridiculous of an idea, that was not the point in this situation. The hunter drew the nice six shooter and the awesome bullets he had gotten from the really hot chick for Christmas and aimed it at the archangel and in a cloud of pink smoke, he chuckled as he remembered that was the same color as the one he had hit Cas with. The hunter stood and waited to see if he'd hit and show Gabriel he had learned a thing or two by making the archangel sprout wings.

Gabriel sketched a shrug, "Yeah the dying part wasn't any fun. But the knockout that comes to pick you up? I tell you, that's enough to make a man want to die all over again."

He laid a hand on the small box she had brought. "Then it'd better get it's own. I intend to eat all of these." And he stuffed another one in his face.

Well as much as he preferred the occasional bit of female company, there was something to be said for going it alone now and again. Gabriel was still wiping the tears of mirth from his eyes when he saw Dean smirk and draw the six shooter.

"Did someone hit you in the head there, Dean-o?"

He looked down, startled as the bullet slammed into his chest. It didn't feel like any ordinary bullet.. Gabriel grimaced, twisting. There was a thunderous echo of power and a deep tearing sound as he staggered back a step.

The wings of an archangel are not small. They exploded outward from his vessel's back, nearly filling the room. The feathers are sleek and glimmer like the night sky, covered in tiny points of light. The effect would have been rather magnificent if it weren't for the look of abject fury on the angel's face. The cocky little pissant made his wings fucking manifest?

It took a moment for Gabriel to recover his balance before he was moving, stalking forward. He caught Dean by the collar and hauled him off his feet. His little stunt all but destroyed any hope of maintaining his cover, never mind the fact that every angel within well.. everywhere.. just heard a colossal clap of angelic power.

"Nice toy you've got there."

Dean wasn't thinking to do much but laugh even after that blast of power nearly knocked him to his ass. That was until he found himself hemmed up and dragged from his feet by a very pissed off angel. The hunter licked the front of his teeth beneath closed lips and at first just glared defiantly back at the being that could smite him in a snap of his fingers "No kill rule, you can't smite you dickhead."

He knew he couldn't yank himself out of that hold, despite the fact that Gabriel's vessel may look weaker than the hunter, the archangel was definitely more powerful than Dean in brute strength alone.

"Put me the hell down and get over it, it's freakin' magic school, ain't no one here gonna sniff up your ass, tell 'em it's a damn spell. It wears off."

Looked like school may have taught him a trick or two, as for teaching him not to do the dumb thing, apparently not.

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" You mean Death, she is a nice lady, I am quite fond of her." Sookie said with a bit of a smile.

" Cookies were my bribe. I don't think it will really want to steal your cookies. I am sure you could give it a much better item or thing."

Gabriel hauled him in closer, still furious and barely resisting the urge to shake him until his teeth rattled. How in the hell did he get his hands on something that powerful? It never failed, things always went to shit when the idiot brigade got their hands on the big magics.

"It's not 'just a spell' you lunkhead. It's a spell that made my goddamn wings manifest. My wings. Archangel wings. Not many of those still around, so someone is gonna take note. I've been in hiding from my family since I left home and you just painted a big neon bullseye right on my ass."

"No smiting huh? Guess that means I'll have to get creative. Again."

"Oh so you know her? I tell you, I don't know where you mortals get the idea of a grim reaper, she's something else."

He plucked another cookie, "So how did a lovely southern gal like yourself get to known the equally lovely Death? I wasn't aware she went around talking to mortals who weren't, yanno.. dead."

'Expert' might be overstating the case, but Castiel took the chair opposite, leaning forward a bit, and shared what he did know.

"It seems Creation is bigger than we realized," he said. "This place is some sort of interdimensional nexus. It draws in entities from many planes of existence and many points in their respective histories. The only authority I'm aware of is a capricious entity which appears in the shape of a hat." He checked a sigh, knowing very well how ridiculous that sounded, though it also occurred to him that such a thing might appeal to Gabriel's somewhat unique sense of humor.

"Whether the hat chooses those who are brought here is unclear, but it is tasked with assigning houses based on how we answer the questions put to us, and it occasionally interferes in the business of the occupants for its own amusement." If Gabriel was inclined to complain about that, well...angels were no great believers in karma, either, but every now and again Cas thought there just might be something to the idea.

"The castle proper was once a school of magical instruction, from what I'm told. Now it serves as a dwelling place for those who've been gathered. We are left largely to our own devices, except when the hat," he grimaced slightly, "gets one of its 'ideas.'"

He paused fractionally. "While I wouldn't call it an ideal situation, I would venture to say it is preferable to being dead." Among other far more unpleasant alternatives.

"Mmhumm" she said with a nod. " I was pretty surprised myself that she is nothing like what we are led to believe."

She shifted a bit " She's here at the school. We've been shopping together and hung out a few times. Our boyfriends are good friends." she said

Castiel hadn't been long absent from the Sorting Room when that rumbling concussion of power made his every hair stand on end and his own wings, still safely secreted away, twitch in sympathy. He landed back in the room so hastily he skidded a bit on landing, eyes widening at the sight of Gabriel's majestic wings and his infuriated hold on Dean. Who was holding that wretched prank gun again.

The angel groaned inwardly. Was his friend never going to learn?

"Dean. What did you do?" he asked automatically, raising a placating hand toward his brother, acutely aware that there was very little he could do to prevent Gabriel from doing whatever he had in mind to do if the archangel would not listen. "Gabriel, please put him down. He may have acted foolishly, but he meant no harm."

"The prettiest ones are always spoken for," he said with an aggrieved, but mischievous smile. Gabriel reached out and shifted a lock of her hair off her shoulder. "So. I have to know who won over a lovely Southern Belle such as yourself."

He was deeply curious about who managed to win the heart of someone as immense and ancient as Death, but he could always poke around about that later.

As his younger brother explained, Gabriel summoned up a six back of beer between them. It wasn’t his drink of choice, but the mortal hunters seemed to favor it. He also had the distinct feeling that he was going to need to be drunk. Well, maybe not need, but it would make the whole situation a hell of a lot more bearable.

“A nexus, huh? I’ve heard of them, but never thought they were actually out there.” There were things out there that tickled at the edges of his power, but for the most part, Gabriel had ignored them over the millenia. If he got too curious and started exploring, it would have blown the cover he worked so hard on.

Castiel may not have known his brother well, but his suspicion that the entire situation would appeal to his sense of humor wasn’t far off the mark. Once he finished with his narrative, Gabriel sat back and laughed. It was all so supremely ridiculous, he couldn’t help but laugh. A good, long belly laugh, the kind he hadn’t had since.. well since he’d left home.

“Yeah, lil bro. It’s better than being dead.” There was also a certain amount of indignity to dying skewered on your own sword, but he wasn’t about to volunteer that little bit of information.

“But I’ve gotta admit,” he grinned wolfishly, “that smile of hers makes a guy want to think about dying all over again. That’s one thing that Dad absolutely got right.”

She looked to him giving him that bit of a crooked smile. " You do have a silver tongue don't you." there was a wink from her. " His name is Sam." a first name would do in that case. At least til she could sense is Gabriel was a threat or not.

"Oh get over it, NO ONE here is gonna care or even think they are real. Only one of your family that is here is..." And that was when he heard a familiar voice. Dean wouldn't admit it, but he was a little worried. Gabriel could make life here a whole lot worse than what it was And as Cas came in Dean probably should have held his tongue, it wasn't going to help him.

Instead he turned his head to look at Cas, he snorted because Dean wanted to know one thing, what was that hand going to do and he fixed Castiel with a look that said as much.

"It's a damn joke, would think this idiot would know. Apparently he can dish out, but he can't take it." No Cas, Dean is never going to learn apparently.

Gabriel rolled his eyes and with a snap, summoned up a pair of the biggest, girliest drinks imaginable, right down to the little paper umbrellas. "So long as it's not a big tall doofus with puppy dog eyes or that smartass brother of his."

Because that would just be his luck, and this was starting to feel like the kind of place that all but drew the Wonder Twins like a magnet.

Just maybe...he knew Dean and Sam, how many pairs of people could fit that description, hey wait a minute her face twisted up and she looked to him between the paper umbrella'd drink " Hey, Sam is not a doofus." she said, she'd give him the smartassedness in Dean's case.

Gabriel turned in his brother’s direction, still holding Dean by the collar up off the floor. Castiel’s reappearance served to remind him that Heaven didn’t hold any sway, and it was fairly likely that no one else from home would find him at Hogwarts. “Your pal here got his hands on some pretty impressive magic there, little brother. I’d advise him to learn a little respect for power like that,” he said through gritted teeth. The weight of his wings was already making his back ache, which only served to piss him off further. “This had damn well better be temporary.”

If it wasn’t for the fact that he almost, sort of liked the annoying mortal, and the fact that his little brother seemed rather attatched to him; Gabriel probably would have squashed him into fingerpaint already. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to screw with Dean a little longer.

At the accusation of not being able to take it, Gabriel jerked him close, his smile promising all manner of trouble. “Oh, you wanna go little man? Cause we can. And I don’t lose.”

With that, he dropped Dean, deliberately off kilter, forcing him to stagger.

Oh now that just fucking figured.

Gabriel gave an exasperated snort. "I knew it. I knew it was too good to be true." He knocked back his drink with an impressive amount of speed.

"So what are Rocky and Bullwinkle up to this time? Getting into more trouble? Pissing off more immortals? It's hard to keep track, those two fall ass-forwards into trouble more than any other mortals I've ever met."

" I'm just the normal girl friend." she said putting her hands up. She wasn't going to volunteer any information.

She leaned forth to take a sip of the drink. " Hmm Not bad."

"Of course it's not. Picked up that recipe the last time I was down in Cabo from a cute little blonde bartender. Now she.. was somethin," he said with a slightly wistful smile. That weekend ended with the downfall of two major governments.

Good times.

"Let me guess. It was the puppy dog eyes? That slightly befuddled look he always seems to have?"

There was a smile from her. "Never been to Cabo." she said taking another drink.

She looked towards the floor a gentle smile on her face." Sam, he's the kind of person that really cares. He'll believe in you when you can't believe in your self. He's been through the ringer but he doesn't let that hold him down. He's stronger because of it. And no matter how hard things are, knowing that he's on your side makes it seem less hard." she looked to Gabriel. " See I don't really know what happened between you and those two. But they are two of the most genuine people I've ever met."

"It was in effect for about an hour the last time," Cas said, giving Dean a reproving look. "At least yours are their proper color."

He tried not to flinch as the gauntlets were thrown down. Dean Winchester and the Archangel Gabriel, engaged in a prank war?

This...did not bode well.

Castiel smiled quietly at the archangel's laughter. He could remember, very distantly, the sound of that laugh (or, well, its multidimensional equivalent) echoing through the streets of the Heavenly city, carefree and infectious.

In his most recent memory, the place had been somber, slightly foreboding, and very, very quiet.

At the reference to Death, Castiel carefully schooled his expression. "I agree." He paused a beat. "But then again, I've done so."

It was no more fun the second time than the first. And if one's own sword was undignified, exploding messily all over friends and allies was hardly an improvement.

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"Well I'd take you, but I seem to be having some transporting difficulties at the moment." Which annoyed him. Greatly.

Oh Dad help him.

Gabriel couldn't stop the eyeroll. It was so saccharine he thought even his exceptional sugar tolerance was about to be tested.

"Genuine," he repeated. "Genuinely thick-headed, with an exceptional gift for falling face first into trouble that they're barely equipped to deal with. Honestly, how they've managed to stay kicking this long is beyond me."

It wasn't that he disliked the hunters, on the contrary, he did. He liked them. They were infuriating, reckless, and examples of what happened when Dad's creations got things right. When they tried.

" They come out of it. So they must be doing something right." she said with a little smile.

" It's probably this place. They say you're here til you get the boot back to where you came from."

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