If his grin got any wider, Gabriel would be in serious danger of damaging his vessel. In what was an extremely short time as far as angels were concerned, his brother had started breaking all manner of interesting rules. He rebelled against his superiors, upended millenia of careful planning, fallen in with the most unlikely two mortals in all of Creation to get things right (for a change), chosen said mortals over his own kind, and to top it all off, his geeky little bro was romancing one of the most profound (and attractive) powers in Creation that stood outside of Heaven.
Maybe he had more in common with Castiel than he initially thought.
Still, he had to give him some grief. It was just too easy.
“You. You romanced and won her. In that outfit,” he said, circling him and eyeing the trenchcoat dubiously. “I gotta give you props on that, Castiel. I am impressed. But come on, can’t you do it with a little more style?” At least when he had romanced Kali, he had put some thought into it. In the span of one weekend there had been an earthquake, a government coup and a freak windstorm that deposited a herd of cattle in the middle of a church. Good times.
With a snap, Castiel’s signature trenchcoat and worn dark suit were transformed into a surprisingly well-tailored, crisp tuxedo. His little penguin, which had been dozing with a full belly of fish in a trenchcoat pocket, poked its head out from the suit jacket, blinking blearily and pecking at the small red bowtie around its neck.
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Date: 2011-04-08 12:55 am (UTC)Maybe he had more in common with Castiel than he initially thought.
Still, he had to give him some grief. It was just too easy.
“You. You romanced and won her. In that outfit,” he said, circling him and eyeing the trenchcoat dubiously. “I gotta give you props on that, Castiel. I am impressed. But come on, can’t you do it with a little more style?” At least when he had romanced Kali, he had put some thought into it. In the span of one weekend there had been an earthquake, a government coup and a freak windstorm that deposited a herd of cattle in the middle of a church. Good times.
With a snap, Castiel’s signature trenchcoat and worn dark suit were transformed into a surprisingly well-tailored, crisp tuxedo. His little penguin, which had been dozing with a full belly of fish in a trenchcoat pocket, poked its head out from the suit jacket, blinking blearily and pecking at the small red bowtie around its neck.
“There. That’s better.”