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

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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 had not been by the sorting rooms in a while but today it seemed the stairs decided that was where he needed to go. He would blame the hat for setting this up when those stairs landed him and he turned to try and catch the next case, only to be stopped cold by a voice he was not all to sure he was glad to hear.

He turned back around and walked to that door "Heh, yeah we threw a couple wrenches in the works." It's a bit hard to hide the bitter note in his voice or the fact that he is rankled.

The hunter took a lean against the door frame, not entering the room "Guess the damn hat got bored, just what we need around here."

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"Dean!" Gabriel turned, genuinely surprised. "Considering how often you and Stretch seem to fall ass-backwards into trouble, I'm have to admit, I'm surprised to see you still standing."

He didn't miss the bitterness in his voice, or the look in his eye. But for the moment, he chose to ignore it.

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The hunter gave a half smirk with a slight snort as he finally stepped all the way in to the room. "Still alive and kickin', not for lack of folks tryin' to kill me."

The hunter's look slipped in to more a grin "Looks like your the one ass backwards now. Welcome to Hogwarts, if you're lucky, the hat'll stick you in Hufflepuff, I'm sure you'll fit right in."

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Gabriel smirked, "Well given your charming personality and uncanny ability to land your ass in trouble with every powerful being this side of Creation, you can see why I'm shocked." It was uncanny how much of himself he could see in the wiseass hunter. Also a little unnerving. Which is probably why he enjoyed razzing him so much.

"Still, no hard feelings." Although he probably was a little pissed off about the Mystery Spot.. With a snap, he summons up a leggy redhead for Dean.

"A Hufflepuff? Sounds like something you roast. Or deep fry. And what's a Hogwart?"

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Dean's face had twisted in to that give me a break smirk, that is until he caught the leggy red head, one eyebrow shot upwards. Alright, so at least that was an improvement over the complete sausage fest this place could seem to be at times.

"Yeah, sure, like a leggy redhead is gonna make it all better." Just a little, after all dying over and over again can get a little tedious you know. Being shoved in to random television shows, even more so.


"It's one of the houses here, where the idiots go. You ever think of anythin' besides woman and food?" Yeah, cause there weren't points in his life where Dean Winchester had thought mainly of those two things.

"Magic school, there's a hat, got a thing for suckin' people out of their home and in to this whacked out place."

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"Picky picky," he chided. Leggy redhead is now a leggy blonde.

Gabriel snorted, "Oh that's all I think about? Mm-hm." He made a show of pointing between them with an amused look, "Pot, kettle? Please Dean, every town you two clowns blow through the first thing you do is look for a greasy cheeseburger. Second thing you look for is any pretty girl who falls for that smirk of yours long enough to say yes, but not long enough to thing you're going to bother calling her in the morning."

Oh that was too rich. Gabriel nearly doubled over with laughter. "Someone had the bright idea to put you in a school? Thinking you'd learn anything? And teaching you magic? You?"

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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.

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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."

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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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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."

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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."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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."

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"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.

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"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.

Vote: Hufflepuff! [Just to be a shit.]

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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.

Re: Vote: Hufflepuff! [Just to be a shit.]

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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.

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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?"

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"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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He passed a hand over his face, turning away for a moment. Who he kept company with was none of Gabriel's business, and he was certain the archangel would miss no opportunity to heckle him about it once he found out. And that he would not hesitate to carry out his threat if Cas refused to talk.

Resigned, still not looking the archangel's way, he reached into an inner trench pocket, drawing out Death's sigil and dangling it by the chain. "You wanted to know how I came by this. Well, now you know." He immediately returned it to its secure hiding place, waiting for the inevitable barrage.

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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.

“There. That’s better.”

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"Romanced? Well, I..." Cas stopped and looked down at himself, checked that the as-yet-unnamed penguin, Death's sigil, and a few other crucial items were intact, and sighed, giving Gabriel a resigned look. "She wouldn't care for it. Too many buttons," he muttered. "Whose House would you prefer to be placed in, Gabriel? The suicidally reckless, duplicitous bastards, analytical bores or those who defy categorization?"

[He wasn't sure who he'd borrowed those descriptors from, but they seemed appropos and at this point he just wanted to go to his room and introduce his new friend to his lady.]

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"Too many buttons?" his eyebrows shot up towards his hairline. He had missed out on a lot. It was becoming obvious that his younger brother was getting a tad.. irked. And it was nice having family around that wasn't profoundly pissed at him. For a change.

Gabriel's wings creaked as he flexed them with an annoyed look of his own. If the spell lasted one second longer than an hour, he was going to personally take it out of Dean Winchester's hide.

"Let's see, I've been suicidally reckless, duplicitous and damn near everything inbetween," he ticked them off on his fingers. "It's your vote, Castiel. Not mine."