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

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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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There was a time, well before he left home, that Gabriel remembered when the rest of the Host laughed with him. It grieved him deeply when he began to notice that his brothers and sisters forgot how to laugh. While Castiel didn’t exactly laugh with him, he was a little gratified to see his brother smile. It was an encouraging start.

He raised an eyebrow at the revelation. Given the fight that his little brother was getting involved in when he died, it didn’t take much for Gabriel to surmise how Castiel met his end. “Lucifer, huh? Sucks.”

The curiosity was going to drive him to distraction. He wanted to know what had happened, and how those two mortal goobers managed to stuff Lucifer back into his prison. But his younger brother was right; this wasn’t exactly the right place to start hashing over a few millenia of family dysfunction.

Instead, he looked around, "So what do you do around here once you get let out?"

Cas just nodded. He'd explain all of that when the time was right.

"Keeping occupied is not too difficult. There are two bars, an extensive library, the kitchens, the greenhouses, the Forbidden Forest and its creatures, and there is usually someone or other pursuing their own interests in the Great Hall or elsewhere on the grounds. The nominal instructors here do occasionally hold a class for the curious. The town of Hogsmeade is also nearby...there's a candy shop there you would probably find interesting." He decided it might be better not to mention the joke shops. Gabriel would probably find those on his own soon enough without his hurrying things along.

"There is also a very odd, non-Euclidean tower on the premises, filled with strange beasts, traps and items of arcane interest, but I don't recommend it as a casual diversion." Maybe an archangel would be equal to DETHTOWER's twisted influences, but he'd really prefer not to find out the hard way.

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Dean remained quiet and was almost seeming to relent until he was jerked close. The moment he was nose to nose with Gabriel and that challenge thrown down the hunter smirked, he knew better, some where in his head, but that didn't seem to matter now.

"Bring it on Chuckles."

The hunter would have continued to look smug, except he was dropped to his feet and after he staggered a bit and caught himself he just cast a glare at the archangel.

"Y'know Cas, you're family is pretty uptight."

Gabriel snorted and summoned up a fresh round of drinks. If he was going to be stuck in one room, he sure as hell wasn't going to do it stone sober.

"Either that or someone carved a little horseshoe onto their ribs." In addition to some other interesting symbols.

"Or my little brother keeps showing up in the nick of time to save their asses."

He gave Castiel a long, measuring look. The second he was free of this room, he intended to collar his little brother and get the whole story. While he didn't know him well, he could tell there was plenty he was holding back on, and Gabriel imagined that none of it was good. Because his family just didn't do happy endings.

It'd be so much easier if he didn't care, he reflected. But he did. Despite all the bluster and false bravado, he cared. And Gabriel wished like hell he didn't.

His eyes lit up at the mention of the shop. Like the Trickster demigod persona he had adopted, he did have a wicked sweet tooth. "Sounds like plenty to keep us occupied, even if it doesn't make a lot of sense. Non-Euclidean, huh? Those things always give me a headache. But hey, could be fun," he said with a wink.

"All right. I can wait an hour."

Gabriel cocked his head at his brother. "The right color? The little twerp made your wings manifest in a different color?" Oh he was almost impressed with that one. Then his shoulder started to cramp and he decided being impressed could wait.

Irritably, he flexed his wings, ratcheting them in as close to his body as possible. It helped him maintain his balance a little easier.

"Oh Dean, Dean, Dean. I had almost an entire year to have fun with you." He rubbed his hands together eagerly. "That was just for starters."

Without looking away, he held up a finger in Castiel's direction. "Don't worry, lil bro. I won't kill, smite or otherwise turn him into a little red smear."

Even his reassurance didn't sound very.. reassuring.

" Your brother?" she asked her head tilted.

" Though I wouldn't be shocked to hear they do have horse shoes. " she said with a little laugh.

"My geeky kid brother. Castiel normally shows up when they're so far in over their heads they can't even see which end is up. Which is most of the time," he muttered with a shake of his head.

"Horse shoes covered in silver with four leaf clovers inlaid over top of them. Really. How those two chowderheads got this far is really beyond me. I'd almost think that Dad liked them if it wasn't for how much they keep getting screwed over."

But enough talk about things he didn't want to consider. Gabriel reached for another cookie instead.

There was a little bit of a smile, Castiel. Imagining Cas as someone's kid brother was just almost too cute. She would definitely have to restrain her self from pinching his cheeks and awwing at him.

" Yin Yang. A balance. " she said with a little shrug.

He snorted and looked around. Sooner or later the Wonder Twins would come wandering his way, it was inevitable. "More like a couple of yin yangs."

"So how did a pretty, and talented cook like yourself wind up with those two goobers?"

She reached her hand out to ruffle his hair. " Don't be so hard on them." she said with a little smile. Even if she had just met Gabriel it was easy to fall into that nice little spot of he's kind of like that friend you hang out with...you know the one that makes you go...Oh you and shake your head a little.

" The steps, they move I actually met Sam in the library. Dean at a party. They've not let me down. I can't complain at all."

"My family," Cas said pointedly, giving Dean an exasperated look, "can be more than maddening at times." He turned his gaze to Gabriel, his expression changing not a whit. "And yet somehow I cannot help but remain attached to them.

"He rendered them bright fuschia, Gabriel, if you must know. Please refrain from doing any permanent damage. I've grown weary of putting him back together."

If anybody told Gabriel about the other prank the Winchesters had played on him and Bobby, he might just smear the offender himself.

"Yes. And the penguins are entertaining," Cas conceded. "But I found the acidic tentacle monster disagreeable."

He sat back in the chair, regarding Gabriel resignedly. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad, having his much-older brother around. Gabriel could make an insufferable (and dangerous) nuisance of himself, but he was a far cry from the sort of problem any of the other archangels would have posed.

And despite the human (and other) companionship he'd found, first at home and then here, there were moments when he'd been all too keenly aware of his total isolation from his other, first family. The prospect of the company of another angel, even one as capricious as Gabriel, was not without a certain appeal.

There was a momentary flash of sheer incredulity. Did she just.. ruffle his hair? He was an archangel, a being of immense power and age, older than the planet, older than Time itself and she just tousled his hair like he was a mischievous scamp.

Oh he liked her.

Which could be either very good, or (in the Winchesters’ collective case) very dangerous.

“See? Case in point. None of it happened on purpose. Yet another good thing they fell ass-backwards into.” Gabriel shifted his arm around her shoulders. Being trapped anywhere always made him jumpy.

“They're good at getting into trouble. That's about it. Not like you. You're good at these," he said, diving in for another cookie.

Gabriel felt the smallest pang of regret as he sat there, watching his far too somber brother and the resignation in his eyes. He could remember the days when his brethren weren’t nearly as careworn or so guarded around their own family. Yes, even back then they fought and argued, but at least they were open about it, damnit.

Which is exactly why he couldn't help himself. With a surprised squawk, an impossibly fluffy pengin chick appeared in Castiel's lap.

But it was nice to have family around that wasn’t constantly looking to pick a fight. He had spent millenia on Earth and while mortals were good for a laugh, he did miss the company of other angels. Maybe, if he kept at it, he could even remind his brother how to smile. Or, Dad help them both, laugh. Okay, he’d settle for a chuckle. One minor miracle at a time.

He grinned easily and removed what would have appeared to anyone else as an orange soda can from his jacket. Castiel however, would easily be able to see through the illusion for what it was. The gleaming silver sword of an archangel. “Lions and tigers and bears, oh my. Sounds like it might be fun.”

Glad to see that not all of his kin had lost their sense of adventure.

She arched an eye brow. " What?" as if just anyone went around ruffling Archangel's hair all the time. Really Sookie could appreciate being different and wanting to be treated like anyone else. It was a part of showing respect really.

" Part of me wants to say you're almost worried about them." she said with a little grin across her face. She winked leaning in whispering " Don't worry I won't tell."

" I am kind of glad to have people to cook for here. It's been a while." she smiled " So, anytime you want just come by my room I'll have a box of them for ya."

"Worried about Hekyll and Jekyll? Hardly. Those two can manage on their own just fine," he said airily.

He never worried about them. But the more he ran into those two dopes, the more he started to, well, like them. Despite their many, and extremely irritating, flaws, they were good people. Examples of what happened when his Father's children got it right. And even when they didn't, they at least tried.

Gabriel pushed those thoughts from his mind, as they inevitably lead somewhere depressing, and chose to focus on her offer. He brightened and waggled his eyebrows. "Don't tease. I don't sleep, you know."

There was a little laugh from her. " You're something else. I think we're going to get along just fine." she said.

" I wouldn't tease about cookies." she said as a matter of factually.

At that look Dean actually hung his head a little, Cas was his family, he was Gabriel's too but he knew that comment was meant for more than just him.

Then he went on and Dean's face dropped in to one of shock "Hey! I haven't been that bad." At least not since being here he hadn't needed to be put back together.

Lucky for Dean he kept his mouth shut and decided to leave a moment later after casting a random vote for the house he figured would give Gabriel the most headache. "Eh, I'll let you and the dick here catch up Cas." Because Gabriel's reassurance wasn't very reassuring and the hunter was a little nervous, he figured he better start planning.

"Don't forget, you're woman is gonna be waitin' for you back at your room." The hunter smirked as he said that, flipped Gabriel the bird and walked out of the room.

Oh yes. He was going to like it here after all.

"Sookie, m'dear," he said, propping his feet up on a newly manifested ottoman, "I think we will, especially if you continue to brave the kitchens and come up with wonderful things like these cookies."

" It's not a problem for me to do that. I have Dean who is pretty good in the baking area to help me." she said smiling brightly.

" Like I said, it's nice to have a reason to bake again. As lame as it sounds.." she shrugged some.

Cas blinked, tilting his head at the tiny creature with a thoroughly dumbfounded expression. The penguin seemed equally befuddled, and nearly tottered off his lap before he thought to catch hold of it carefully with both hands, holding it awkwardly and aiming a somewhat helpless look at his brother. "What...?"

The lions, tigers and bears remark flew almost completely over his head, as his attention was still fixed on his new...pet?...and probably would be for a while yet.

But he did give the archangel's blade an apprehensive look when it caught his eye; the last several times he had seen one of those in any hands other than his own, they'd been aimed at critical parts of his anatomy. "You might not find it as disconcerting as most," he allowed. It had bothered him somewhat, that tower, but not as badly as it had his human friends.

The comment about family wasn’t lost on Gabriel, and he could certainly agree. Family, especially their family, could be more than a little maddening. It was one of the reasons he left home to begin with.

He was about to inquire about a mortal got his mitts on a spell that could turn etherial wings manifest and tint them fuschia when Dean’s parting shot sank in. Gabriel turned to face his little brother, shifting his own wings to accommodate the turn and not take out two tables as he did so. His expression slowly widened into a gleefully scandalized grin.

Forget hearing about the Apocalypse.

This he had to hear.

Cas was trying to formulate a suitable retort as Dean walked out, but the man's final remark froze him in place.

Thanks, Dean. Thanks ever so much.

He didn't even have to see the look on Gabriel's face to know it was there, and turned slowly to meet his brother's curiosity with a defensive, slightly deer-in-headlights look.

"...what?"

"What?" Gabriel asked, his expression still utterly delighted. This place was turning out to be too much fun. He really should have found it sooner.

"All right, little brother. You can tell me, or I can get out of here and start snooping around on my own and find out every little detail," he offered. "Your choice."

Because one way or another, he was going to find out. The least he could do was offer Cas a slightly less embarassing alternative.

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