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[notrunninganymore]

Who: Gabriel, whoever
When: A few weeks after resurrection
What: Awkward reunions?
Where: A nondescript diner


Well well well. Isn't this all convenient?

Not that Gabriel is usually the type to have an issue with things being convenient; in fact, 'convenient' is one of his most desired adjectives for describing a situation. Convenient is usually easy, and easy usually means something terrible isn't happening. Just how he likes it.

And indeed, nothing terrible is happening right now, but it doesn't feel easy. It feels suspicious, even though it shouldn't, because he knows exactly how this whole thing came about. There's nothing suspicious, let alone sinister, about it. Gabriel isn't completely sure his nephew even knows what those words mean, let alone would do anything even slightly adjacent to them.

It is, of course, Jack's doing that Gabriel is here, both in general and in specific at this moment, in this diner. Something about overdue reunions, blah blah blah, Gabriel loves Jack but it's very difficult not to tune him out when he starts going on and on with the cute puppy stuff. New God or not.

But he's here all the same, eating a ridiculously over the top banana split the more morosely he's ever eaten a dessert before, and sure isn't really that morosely, but still. To say he's apprehensive about whoever Jack might've set him up to reunite with is an understatement, and he had carefully refused to promise that he wouldn't bail, with that option feeling only more and more tempting the more time goes on.

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[familysucks]

Michael would argue about any of this being convenient, but Michael's often in the mood to argue. That's more true now than it ever was before the Winchesters put Jack in charge.

He questions that decision, too. The nephilim was powerful to start with and infinitely more so now that he's taken up their Father's mantle, but he's still a boy of four. Four! For all that he's now the omniscient lord of Heaven and everything beneath it, he can still stand there with his chipper smile and claim putting all the human souls in the same Heaven can't possibly lead to problems. Both Heaven and Earth are fine as they are and don't require angelic intervention. Michael thinks he's naive.

At the end of the day, though, Jack is still God and Michael has only so much will to argue with authority.

Which is why he's here now, dropping into the seat across from Gabriel. All part of proving he can play nice with even the most irritating of his siblings. Or maybe Jack really is just that optimistic and pure of heart and thinks they deserve a second chance at this.

Michael looks at the oversized dessert in front of Gabriel, and then he turns to consult the menu on the wall. He turns back with a frown. This place doesn't even serve banana splits.

"Bending the rules already?"

[thedevilwhorose]

The last time he was in a random establishment with Gabriel, he got superaturally drugged. He's not looking for a repeat.

Just the same as that last time, he tries to leave.

It does not work. Bonus: Red's not here, too. They don't need a rehash of that meeting on top of things, though last Lucifer's gotten from the grapevine of general worldly knowledge, is that Rowena's taken control of his throne.

Well.

Better her than Crowley, he supposes. He'd be real pissed if Crowley rose from the dead, too, but who knows what kind of fraught new powers a nephilim-turned-god is getting up to. There's gotta be a learning curve.

Lucifer holds up both his hands, making annoyed little fists, lips pressed tight together, and he turns away from Gabriel, hands clapping together.

"I don't know where the slugger got his sense of humor," he says.