Who else was he going to be drawn to, but a soul that bright, that aching? Gabriel had meant for it to only be a one-night incident, a little fun and move on, like most of his encounters. There was something terribly vulnerable about the hunter, something Gabriel just couldn't walk away from. He'd left him triple his asking fee and took wing before Dean could protest
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"'Interesting.' That's the first time I've heard that used." He has no idea what it's supposed to mean, either.
He has no idea what the holy fire is for. and even if he did... well, angels aren't real. Even if they were, he knows he'd be one of the forsaken. One of the ants under the magnifying glass.
But angels aren't real, or he wouldn't be where he is right now. A loy of things wouldn't have happened.
The runes shattering under his touch starts ringing alarm bells. Demon? "you say the name like it's supposed to mean something."
No. Take it back. Call yourself Loki and let him think you're someone else. "Do the math, kiddo. You're a lot smarter than you give yourself credit for."
He kept moving around the room, snapping sigils and getting rid of any sort of dangerous magical leftovers. He didn't listen to anyone else's advice, why would he start listening to his own? Nope, he'd rather out himself as the lost archangel to a paid lay-slash-hunter-slash intriguing soul.
Lu was right. He never was that bright when it came to matters of the heart.
He watches him snapping the sigils, mind keep whirring back to that. No, it's not possible. This guy was just a nut, that's all. Because even with evidence around him, the idea is just ridiculous.
Angel's don't exist. He's holding that fact close to his heart. Because at least of they don't exist and God doesn't exist, everything makes so much more sense. Not a lot of sense in general, but way more sense than if they did.
"I have two guesses. Either you're a nut and you actually believe what you're trying to sell, or you just had religious parents. Not like you're the only guy with that name." He sighs a little bitterly. This thing is dredging up way more feelings than he cares for. "Whatever. I officially don't care. Quit following around, leave me alone." Even if, he realises, it might be a little saddening to not have the guy there at the next place. He'd become a kind of sick constant, something that he knows he shouldn't be happy to see, and yet he is.
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He has no idea what the holy fire is for. and even if he did... well, angels aren't real. Even if they were, he knows he'd be one of the forsaken. One of the ants under the magnifying glass.
But angels aren't real, or he wouldn't be where he is right now. A loy of things wouldn't have happened.
The runes shattering under his touch starts ringing alarm bells. Demon? "you say the name like it's supposed to mean something."
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He kept moving around the room, snapping sigils and getting rid of any sort of dangerous magical leftovers. He didn't listen to anyone else's advice, why would he start listening to his own? Nope, he'd rather out himself as the lost archangel to a paid lay-slash-hunter-slash intriguing soul.
Lu was right. He never was that bright when it came to matters of the heart.
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Angel's don't exist. He's holding that fact close to his heart. Because at least of they don't exist and God doesn't exist, everything makes so much more sense. Not a lot of sense in general, but way more sense than if they did.
"I have two guesses. Either you're a nut and you actually believe what you're trying to sell, or you just had religious parents. Not like you're the only guy with that name." He sighs a little bitterly. This thing is dredging up way more feelings than he cares for. "Whatever. I officially don't care. Quit following around, leave me alone." Even if, he realises, it might be a little saddening to not have the guy there at the next place. He'd become a kind of sick constant, something that he knows he shouldn't be happy to see, and yet he is.
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