Open Starters

Most of you know me as the angel, Gabriel. Though I've posed as Loki the trickster in the past. I've hung around the Winchester boys a lot. They're a riot.
M!A: Habitually Violent:Muse becomes extremely violent and will attempt to pick fights with anyone they talk to for three days
Tracking: bravelittletrickster
((OOC: I will rp with any fandom, any character, OCs included. Don't be shy. If you want to rp, just send me an ask and I'd be happy to rp!))

Anonymous asks
I'm not sure, but it- *is cut off by Loki appearing behind him, stabbing him in the back with an angel blade and killing him* Hiiii~ *winks*

Gabriel growled at the sight of Loki. He couldn’t help but wince at the sight of his fallen brethren. He knew it had to be an illusion. “What do you want?”

"so, scout…GABRIEL?"


yes, as most of you know, GABRIEL



i knew

he was not dead

"but scout, there’s still no REAL PROOF that he’s not!"

WELL LET ME EXPLAIN YOU A THING, and maybe give hope to some whose spirits are waning!!

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"Ohhh?" Metatron mused, flipping through the pages of a novel. "I think I understand you better than you’d think. Sorry you didn’t like the script though," he waved the Winchester Gospel into the Holy Fire. "A bit over-the-top."

"You probably could have consulted some older scripts. You seem pretty oblivious to what I’m capable of, Meta-douche." Gabriel grumbled, clenching his fists tighter.

so i did a whole meta write-up on gabe and my urge to be all things gabriel was so strong i had to transform it into the visual equivalent too i wANT HIM BACK

Anonymous asks
I was attacked. By some lower creature. It had the blade of one of our brothers. *pauses, confused* Did you not call for me?

"I’ve not called any of you. And how on earth could another creature carry the blade?"

Anonymous asks
Don't you want to know how you ended up with that hybrid? I can tell you anything you want angel but you have to give the boy to me.

"I know a few hybrids, so you’ll have to be more specific. Either way, I’m not handing anyone over."


Imagine while Sam is hallucinating Lucifer, he also hallucinates Gabriel, but Lucifer always hurts Gabriel or kills him before Sam can say anything or help his Archangel. When Sam finally gives in and begs Lucifer to stop, Lucifer just laughs and screams that Gabriel’s dead.

@ {*rolls away*}



Your muse has suddenly snuggled up with mine in bed, send me a @ to see my muse’s reaction.

Gabriel was lying down when he felt someone climb into bed and snuggle up behind him. He craned his neck and smiled. “Done with research now?” He chuckled. “Careful with that tail now, yeah?”

Yeah… *Sam breathed out as he slipped his tail around his waist and gently pulled on Gabriel to curl up properly around him and protect him if needed.* I’m exhausted… *He admitted with a soft press of his lips onto his temple before burying his face in the crook of his neck and let out a deep and soothing purr to lull him back to sleep.* Sorry it took so long…

"I bet," he said as he got comfortable in the position, "You’ve been in the library for hours. Hell, I don’t think you even left for food; I had to bring you your dinner." He nudged his head up against Sam’s chin and brushed his arm softly. "I don’t mind. I’ve done things that have taken longer before, so it doesn’t bother me."




"I study it more as a hobby. I’m only an artist on the side as well. I don’t gain much money, if any from what I do. People just think that murals spring up from nowhere, apparently." He shrugged. "People don’t really understand a lot of stuff, it seems."

"A lot of it was learned from the numerous books I read when i was younger. I would go to the library down the street every day when my father was at work and I’d just finished with school. Then I continued to read when I got older and found, I don’t know, a fascination of sorts with angels and other celestial and mythological creatures."

"Ah really I guess they just assume that the mural fairy goes around and makes them appear overnight." Jade said with a soft chuckle. "People like turning a blind eye to some things, like how their waiter is a person, the author of a book, or the artist behind art. Sometimes I can’t tell if they don’t care or just don’t care to know better."

“That’s really awesome. Not many people actually care about that stuff anymore. It’s really a pity too, I mean you can trace so much of modern day just to the past religions, even current ones.” She paused for a second. “So what else are you into besides angels and painting?”

"I’d rather not be called a fairy. Kind of a derogatory term if you ask me," he said with a smile. "People just don’t understand things if they don’t see it happening in front of them in person."

"I’m a confectioner for my real job. That means I get to create all of the sweets and desserts that people love so much. I work down at Heavenly Delights."

Gabriel...? *Sam looked at him hopefully, his gaze locked on the archangel before him. Or at least, he thought it was him.* Aren't you supposed to be... you know... dead because of me? *His voice caught in his throat as he tried to fight back the emotions that threatened to get the best of him.* I... Uhm... Wow, okay.




Gabriel smirked, shrugging. “Am I, Sammy? I don’t look that dead to me. But it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Surprise!” He waved his hands, “I’m not dead!”

Gabriel was shocked by the hug, frozen in place with his eyes wide and arms stuck at his side. He was expecting him to attack him, not show him this affection. “Well, you sure got an odd way of showin’ that, Sammy,” he quipped.

Damn it, I hate you so much. *He blinked back tears, his tail unconsciously slipping from underneath his hoodie to wrap itself around the other’s torso.* You’re incredibly stupid. I thought I’d never see you again. *Sam breathed out as if a whole weight had been lifted off his shoulders. Maybe he had been given another chance. Another chance to tell him. Tell him how much he meant to him. Which ,now that Gabriel was alive, was a possibility. A probability that he would have to wait to even do an approach. He was that nervous.*

Gabriel froze when he felt a new appendage on Sam. He didn’t want to break the mood, but he had to figure out what had happened in his absence.

"Well, you get to see me again now. But there’s something we need to talk about." He forced Sam out of the hug to look him in the eye. "What the hell have you done?"

*pins you against a wall and kisses you* Pass this on to the first ten people on your dash.





"Ho there, Sammy!" he laughed. "Miss me much?"

"Just a little…" Sam stated as she held out her hand as if squishing an invisible object between her pointer finger and thumb. "I just got really excited when I saw you… Couldn’t help myself… Had to make sure you were real…"

Gabriel smiled and hugged her. “Well, I’m definitely real, kiddo. Sorry to make you wait.”

The hunter smiled and hugged Gabriel back. It sure had been a while. She wasn’t sure if it was because she was busy or that Gabriel wanted to stay in hiding longer. Or maybe it was safe to assume it was both? It didn’t matter she was happy to see him anyhow. “It’s okay… Probably my fault too.”

"Nah, I kind of went off the radar for a while. Needed to cut ties for a bit. sorry I didn’t let you know," he explained, shrugging.

"I will no let you be on your own, not when you are like this."




"Like this? Like this! What’s that supposed to mean? Huh? I’m completely fine!" he said, still pacing. He was on edge, he wouldn’t lie. His Grace was crackling through the air and he just really needed to let off steam. If he wasn’t alone, he might try to attack his brother. But of course he didn’t want to leave even more because of that.

Gabriel couldn’t hold back a wince at the touch of Jehoel’s wing. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. He knew that all of his siblings had had their wings burned in the Fall and were left to mostly just bare bone now, but he would almost rather have that. It would make him feel better to have his wings burned off with his siblings than torn and ragged from demonic torture.

"I- I did not hurt you, did I?" Jehoel inquired softly, alarmed at the way the other had acted. He had not meant to cause his brother pain, that had never crossed his mind; he just did it on an impulse. Hastily he withdrew the wing and tucked it once more behind him.

"No, no, no you didn’t hurt me," he said, looking up at his brother to show him he was truthful. "It’s just…" He dropped his head again. "My back is sensitive and the last time someone touched it as when they were attacking my wings."

Anonymous asks
I know who put you under that spell with the hybrid. I'll tell you if only you give him to me~ *the demon grinned evilly* I assure you the boy will be 'safe'.

"Who  are you and what are you talking about? I’m not giving you anyone."

Anonymous asks
*For a whole month there was nothing. Complete radio silence on the Loki end. At this time, one of Gabriel's brothers managed to find him, clutching a wound at his shoulder and close to death.* Brother. Thank our father that you are alive!

Gabriel frowned, immediately suspicious. “Brother, how did you find me? And what happened to you, especially to seek me out?”

Anonymous asks
Well, if you know that much, you know that I won't. *smirks, whispers in Gabriel's ear* See you around, wingman. *disappears*

Gabriel growled at the open air where he just was. Loki was really getting on his nerves and Gabriel knew he shouldn’t let it get to him. This is what Loki wanted. Get him worked up and then beat him down. That was his play all along, but it still grated his skin and Gabriel didn’t like it.

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