Post by silent.lullaby on Dec 24, 2009 0:25:02 GMT -5
Sweeter Than Heaven [Supernatural] Hotter Than Hell (10) That’s Okay
It wasn’t that Gabriel and I weren’t talking, it’s just that we had nothing to say. At least, that’s the way I wanted to put it. Months had passed since I had found him tied up in Meg’s warehouse, since I had thanked the Winchester’s, and Castiel for their help. We hadn’t really been working jobs. Working would involve speaking to each other.
I looked over to Gabriel, knowing full well that it was Thursday night and he was intently watching The Mentalist. I studied him, he looked the same as before, but I felt differently toward him. After the death of our parents, I had looked up to him more so than I had even as a child. Now? I couldn’t decide what I felt, perhaps he wasn’t the statue I had put up on a pedestal and idolized. He was human, he could make mistakes, bleed, and if I allow myself to be completely honest for a moment, he could also die.
We hadn’t talked about it. “I was after the demons Audrey. The demons that killed mom and dad.” His words taunted, echoing in my head.
He could have just told me. We could have hunted the demons together.
No, he couldn’t have told me. I shook my head slowly. I would have tried to stop him, I would have yelled, kicked, stolen the keys. We promised each other we would go after those demons, but not till we were both ready. Not till we were good enough hunters to get the job done. If our parents failed at killing them... we weren’t ready. Meg proved this.
Part of me wanted to scream at my brother, the other part of me just wanted to start hunting again. To hunt anything.
I read online more and more about this ‘haunted hotel’ that was close enough. People going in, and never coming out- or so says the legend. Shut down years ago, bad publicity.
“I have a hunt.” I spoke. My voice was dry, and came out heavier that was usual.
“You’re talking to me,” Gabriel replied gruffly.
My jaw clenched and released. “I have to sometime.”
“Can we just talk about it?”
My breath hitched and I shook my head. “No we can’t. We’ll just move forward.”
“You’re just like dad.”
“Shut up.”
“Stubborn mule.”
“I said shut up!” I shouted before covering my mouth with my hand. I had surprised myself with the sudden outburst. Gabriel raised his eyebrow. “I don’t want to talk about them,” I said slowly. “And since when have you?”
I could see the muscles in Gabriel’s jaw tighten before he turned back to the television. “Where is the hunt?”
“Here, in California. According to Google Maps it should be a four hour and fifteen minute drive.”
“Great.”
“Fine.”
For the rest of the night, we didn’t speak.
I awoke slowly, groggily, I rolled over and grabbed the cheap digital clock between the beds. “Holy shit!” I sat up quickly, it was already one in the afternoon. “Gabe! Why the hell didn’t you wake me up?” I stood and looked around, “Gabe?” I checked the bathroom, but it was empty. “Douche,” I muttered.
Showering and throwing my dark damp locks into a tight bun I threw on my jeans and a grey t-shirt before exiting looking again for my brother, who had arrived sometime while I was in the shower.
“Why didn’t you wake me up!” I shouted at him throwing my pajamas into my duffle bag.
Gabriel shrugged before lifting a box of Dunkin Donuts. “Peace?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, and put up a valiant effort to resist the tempting pastries. Honestly I did.
I plucked the lemon filled powdered donut from where it was wedged in a row of five others just like them. They were my favourite after all. How could I possibly resist? As I held it in my hand I paused and looked at Gabriel. “I swear to God, you EVER do something that stupid again...” I shook my head. “You tell me next time you want to go after those demons. Don’t you EVER do that to me again.” I could feel the waterworks coming and I turned around taking a large bite of my donut and brushing the powder from my shirt. “Let’s hit the road.”
As we sat in the car, Gabriel driving since I was more than content looking out the window and pigging out on the fluffy godliness. After three lemon filled donuts I closed the lid and tossed them into the back seat, more content that I had been in weeks.
“I’m sorry,” Gabriel said finally.
“I know,” I replied wringing my fingers.
“Thanks for finding me.”
“Castiel found you.” I said yawning, “he found the Monte.”
“The angel guy?”
I chuckled, “yes him.”
“I don’t believe it, do you?”
“No, but part of me wants to, part of me thinks just maybe he is.”
Gabriel shook his head slightly before playing with the radio knob. “The entire concept is just...”
“Crazy?” I responded with a grin. “You don’t think I realize this?” I dusted some powder from my shirt. “The way he acts, the way he found you, the way Meg left- not because there were three hunters, but because she seen him.”
Gabriel gave a vague shrug of his shoulders and kept his eyes on the road.
Gabriel woke me hours later as we drove into the small town. “You got directions?”
“Yeah,” I pulled out a print out from my pockets and read off directions. It took another fifteen minutes to locate the hotel outside of town. “That is one creepy building,” I noted. Gabriel and I both got out of the vehicle and stood there staring. The hotel was wide, three floors, with a grand entrance that had vines climbing up, the grounds were unkept and a breeze swept through that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Well, lets go and check in,” Gabriel said slamming the trunk shut. I grabbed my two duffles, one of clothing and the other of weapons. Gabriel grabbed his two and we headed in.
It wasn’t that Gabriel and I weren’t talking, it’s just that we had nothing to say. At least, that’s the way I wanted to put it. Months had passed since I had found him tied up in Meg’s warehouse, since I had thanked the Winchester’s, and Castiel for their help. We hadn’t really been working jobs. Working would involve speaking to each other.
I looked over to Gabriel, knowing full well that it was Thursday night and he was intently watching The Mentalist. I studied him, he looked the same as before, but I felt differently toward him. After the death of our parents, I had looked up to him more so than I had even as a child. Now? I couldn’t decide what I felt, perhaps he wasn’t the statue I had put up on a pedestal and idolized. He was human, he could make mistakes, bleed, and if I allow myself to be completely honest for a moment, he could also die.
We hadn’t talked about it. “I was after the demons Audrey. The demons that killed mom and dad.” His words taunted, echoing in my head.
He could have just told me. We could have hunted the demons together.
No, he couldn’t have told me. I shook my head slowly. I would have tried to stop him, I would have yelled, kicked, stolen the keys. We promised each other we would go after those demons, but not till we were both ready. Not till we were good enough hunters to get the job done. If our parents failed at killing them... we weren’t ready. Meg proved this.
Part of me wanted to scream at my brother, the other part of me just wanted to start hunting again. To hunt anything.
I read online more and more about this ‘haunted hotel’ that was close enough. People going in, and never coming out- or so says the legend. Shut down years ago, bad publicity.
“I have a hunt.” I spoke. My voice was dry, and came out heavier that was usual.
“You’re talking to me,” Gabriel replied gruffly.
My jaw clenched and released. “I have to sometime.”
“Can we just talk about it?”
My breath hitched and I shook my head. “No we can’t. We’ll just move forward.”
“You’re just like dad.”
“Shut up.”
“Stubborn mule.”
“I said shut up!” I shouted before covering my mouth with my hand. I had surprised myself with the sudden outburst. Gabriel raised his eyebrow. “I don’t want to talk about them,” I said slowly. “And since when have you?”
I could see the muscles in Gabriel’s jaw tighten before he turned back to the television. “Where is the hunt?”
“Here, in California. According to Google Maps it should be a four hour and fifteen minute drive.”
“Great.”
“Fine.”
For the rest of the night, we didn’t speak.
I awoke slowly, groggily, I rolled over and grabbed the cheap digital clock between the beds. “Holy shit!” I sat up quickly, it was already one in the afternoon. “Gabe! Why the hell didn’t you wake me up?” I stood and looked around, “Gabe?” I checked the bathroom, but it was empty. “Douche,” I muttered.
Showering and throwing my dark damp locks into a tight bun I threw on my jeans and a grey t-shirt before exiting looking again for my brother, who had arrived sometime while I was in the shower.
“Why didn’t you wake me up!” I shouted at him throwing my pajamas into my duffle bag.
Gabriel shrugged before lifting a box of Dunkin Donuts. “Peace?”
I crossed my arms over my chest, and put up a valiant effort to resist the tempting pastries. Honestly I did.
I plucked the lemon filled powdered donut from where it was wedged in a row of five others just like them. They were my favourite after all. How could I possibly resist? As I held it in my hand I paused and looked at Gabriel. “I swear to God, you EVER do something that stupid again...” I shook my head. “You tell me next time you want to go after those demons. Don’t you EVER do that to me again.” I could feel the waterworks coming and I turned around taking a large bite of my donut and brushing the powder from my shirt. “Let’s hit the road.”
As we sat in the car, Gabriel driving since I was more than content looking out the window and pigging out on the fluffy godliness. After three lemon filled donuts I closed the lid and tossed them into the back seat, more content that I had been in weeks.
“I’m sorry,” Gabriel said finally.
“I know,” I replied wringing my fingers.
“Thanks for finding me.”
“Castiel found you.” I said yawning, “he found the Monte.”
“The angel guy?”
I chuckled, “yes him.”
“I don’t believe it, do you?”
“No, but part of me wants to, part of me thinks just maybe he is.”
Gabriel shook his head slightly before playing with the radio knob. “The entire concept is just...”
“Crazy?” I responded with a grin. “You don’t think I realize this?” I dusted some powder from my shirt. “The way he acts, the way he found you, the way Meg left- not because there were three hunters, but because she seen him.”
Gabriel gave a vague shrug of his shoulders and kept his eyes on the road.
Gabriel woke me hours later as we drove into the small town. “You got directions?”
“Yeah,” I pulled out a print out from my pockets and read off directions. It took another fifteen minutes to locate the hotel outside of town. “That is one creepy building,” I noted. Gabriel and I both got out of the vehicle and stood there staring. The hotel was wide, three floors, with a grand entrance that had vines climbing up, the grounds were unkept and a breeze swept through that sent a shiver down my spine.
“Well, lets go and check in,” Gabriel said slamming the trunk shut. I grabbed my two duffles, one of clothing and the other of weapons. Gabriel grabbed his two and we headed in.