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Gabriel groaned as he pushed himself up, his violet eyes falling to the familiar red haired demon Crowley. Crowley, was unmoving, but alive. Aziraphale was awake and sitting up but looked concerned. They were in what looked to be an abandoned warehouse.
“Aziraphale.” Gabriel greets, voice sharp and cold. At the noise he jolts slightly, his head whipping around to face his old boss.
“Gabriel! Thank goodness you're awake! I don't know where we-”
The blond angel was cut off by voices outside.
“Sammy, the hell you mean you saw a bright light in here?” A rough voice snapped, he sounded upset but not annoyed.
“Like… When angel’s die? How their pure form is shown for a second.” Another voice answered, if Gabriel and Aziraphale had to guess, they would guess that was the ‘Sammy’ fellow.
“Moose, there are no angels in this area. I had my men scope it out.” A British voice sighed, he sounded annoyed to say the least.
Crowley began to stir along with Beelzebub, Gabriel pushed himself up and glanced around, waving at Aziraphale but keeping quiet.
“Dean, was it the best idea to leave Emily at the motel? If these are angels she could be in danger.” A gruff voice asked. His voice was much deeper than the rest.
“Chuckles is right squirrel, she is still a child.” The British accent picked up once more.
Dean, seemingly let out a sigh, probably rolling his eyes even though Gabriel couldn't see.
“You, siding with Cas? Today can't get any weirder!” Another voice chuckled, this one had an oddly soothing voice, it was smooth, like whiskey.
“Shut up guys!” Sammy snapped, bracing himself and kicking open the door with ease.
“The fuck?” Snapped the one with green eyes and freckles. The one with blue eyes and black hair simply tilted his head.
“Well I’ll be damned, Aziraphale! Long time no see buddy!” The one with whiskey eyes cheers. One hand held onto a chocolate bar, the other rested in his pocket.
“It has been a while hasn't it?” Aziraphale asked, glancing at his husband, who was currently glaring daggers into the unfamiliar archangel’s head.
“Gabriel, you know these people?” The one with hazel eyes asked. He was the tallest, and stood beside the one with green eyes. He seemed to be protecting him almost.
“Only the blond one. I have no clue about the other 3.” Gabriel hums, rocking on the balls of his feet. The violet eyed Gabriel eyed him warily, he could tell the whiskey eyed man wasn't human, but couldn't tell anything else.
“Introductions would be the best course of action yes?” Asked the one with the British accent. He stepped forward, whiskey glass in one hand. “I am Crowley, king of hell.”
“Wait, what!? I’m Crowley!” Snaps the ginger, arms crossing as he glares at the other demon.
“I doubt they are from this universe.” The rough voiced, blue eyed, raven haired angel spoke up. His head tilted slightly, like a confused dog would. “Though, shouldn't they be based on us? That was god’s plan when making alternate realities.”
“God wouldn't make such disgraces of angels!” Gabriel snapped, his plum eyes sparking with rage. “This isn't her plan at all!”
“Wait wait, her? God’s a guy.” Dean butted in, shaking his head and giving Gabriel a look of confusion.
“No she isn't!”
“Wait!” Beelzebub butted in. Gabriel wasn't sure when they woke up, probably when the 5 mystery people broke into the abandoned building.
“We have to have different gods, since we aren't from the same universe!”
“But Chuck made all the universes?” Sam muttered, if the area wasn't so empty no one could’ve heard him.
“Maybe a different dimension? It might be possible.” Aziraphale chirped up.
“As I was saying. Let's do introductions.” The king sighed, gripping the bridge of his nose.
“Dean Winchester.”
“Sam Winchester.”
“Trickste-” Gabriel was cut off with a firm smack from the tallest of the group. “OW FUCK-”
“His name is Gabriel, but since it seems you two share a name we can call him Loki.”
“Fuck you too Samsquatch.”
“Castiel.”
“Crowley, king of hell. Call me King.”
“Or Fergus.” Dean snorts, early a heavy sigh from the king of hell.
“I am Aziraphale. It's a pleasure to meet you all.”
“Crowley. Call me snake or serpent I guess.”
“Beelzebub.”
“Gabriel, and you will refer to me as suc-”
“Oh hells no. I had to use a nickname and so do you.” Gabr- or Loki, snapped. Stalking forward to meet with the taller male, both only a couple feet away now.
“I am an Archangel, I do not ha-”
“Hang on, do I need to pull that stick out of your ass before we continue?”
“I can assure you i do not hav-”
“Father you are dense.”
“Now, now, let's not get too out of hand.” Aziraphale picked up.
“How about this, let's head back to the motel, split into rooms, and we can meet and talk there!” Sam offers, trying to defuse the bomb known as his friend.
“Fine.”
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Pick a room! (it’ll decide which one i write about next!) (Comment your vote!)
Candyman (Gabriel) , Emily(Oc of mine) and Serpent’s room. Room 2
Castiel, Dean, and Aziraphale. Room 7
Sam and Gabriel (Messenger is his Nickname) room 3
Beelzebub and King. Room 6