Gabriel trudged up the stairs, his mud caked boots leaving prints which disappeared into the already filthy floor. He was greeted by the sound of his brothers’ merriment- well, all were merry bar one. He slipped in and stood against the wall and observed, as their leader stood up, passionately speaking as the rest paid little attention, their drunken state filtering out what was being said.
“Castiel, dear brother, can you not give the talk of revolution a rest for one night? You will have no comrades to support you if you bore them all to death.”
“The revolution cannot wait Gabriel, surely you understand that.” Despite this, he sat down and let the intoxicated babble of his peers take over; all stopped paying attention to him bar one. Gabriel studied his friend Balthazar, who appeared to be too drunk to notice that Castiel had stopped talking, and still started contently at him. “So Gabriel, what brought you here to grace us with your presence? It has been a while.”
“I have splendid news brothers; I am in love!” He was received with a collective drunken guffaw.
“Who’s the lucky victim?” Lucifer asked, downing the rest of his drink.
“Well, I’m not sure of their name yet, but I’m sure it’s as beautiful as their face. Oh, if only you could have seen then! You surely would have fallen in love with them too!”
“What do you know of love?” Balthazar slurred, the alcohol making him sound almost accusatory.
“What else could this feeling be? I feel as if a ghost has visited me and haunts me still; I see shapes in the corner of my eye, my mind playing tricks on me that they are there. I cannot free myself from the hold they have over me, nor do I want to be free. What else would you call this?” Gabriel defended himself to a distracted Balthazar, who seemed to be more amused by the shiny buttons on Castiel’s coat than what he had to say, but he nodded to concede.
“Balthazar, you have let the wine go to your brain, as usual, but Gabriel, what has possessed you? I thought you would be above such childish notions and be able to focus on our task here." Castiel chastised. Gabriel opened his mouth to defend himself but Balthazar interrupted-
“What do you mean by ‘as usual’?” his trademark smirk appeared- his defensive amour.
“You are my brother and comrade, and I feel nothing but fondness for you, but you are useless. You are a child scared of the dark, a good for nothing fool. Why can’t you take our cause more seriously?”
“I would follow you into the dark.” He murmured, his words hanging in the air. He grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured the contents into his mouth instead of his glass, as his peers understood the meaning of his words.
“Come brothers,” an oblivious Castiel began- “no more frivolous talk, we must make our plans.”
Balthazar decided to live up to his leader’s expectations as a good for nothing drunk.
FILL: Les Misérables AU (Team Castiel/Balthazar)
“Castiel, dear brother, can you not give the talk of revolution a rest for one night? You will have no comrades to support you if you bore them all to death.”
“The revolution cannot wait Gabriel, surely you understand that.” Despite this, he sat down and let the intoxicated babble of his peers take over; all stopped paying attention to him bar one. Gabriel studied his friend Balthazar, who appeared to be too drunk to notice that Castiel had stopped talking, and still started contently at him. “So Gabriel, what brought you here to grace us with your presence? It has been a while.”
“I have splendid news brothers; I am in love!” He was received with a collective drunken guffaw.
“Who’s the lucky victim?” Lucifer asked, downing the rest of his drink.
“Well, I’m not sure of their name yet, but I’m sure it’s as beautiful as their face. Oh, if only you could have seen then! You surely would have fallen in love with them too!”
“What do you know of love?” Balthazar slurred, the alcohol making him sound almost accusatory.
“What else could this feeling be? I feel as if a ghost has visited me and haunts me still; I see shapes in the corner of my eye, my mind playing tricks on me that they are there. I cannot free myself from the hold they have over me, nor do I want to be free. What else would you call this?” Gabriel defended himself to a distracted Balthazar, who seemed to be more amused by the shiny buttons on Castiel’s coat than what he had to say, but he nodded to concede.
“Balthazar, you have let the wine go to your brain, as usual, but Gabriel, what has possessed you? I thought you would be above such childish notions and be able to focus on our task here." Castiel chastised. Gabriel opened his mouth to defend himself but Balthazar interrupted-
“What do you mean by ‘as usual’?” his trademark smirk appeared- his defensive amour.
“You are my brother and comrade, and I feel nothing but fondness for you, but you are useless. You are a child scared of the dark, a good for nothing fool. Why can’t you take our cause more seriously?”
“I would follow you into the dark.” He murmured, his words hanging in the air. He grabbed a bottle of wine, and poured the contents into his mouth instead of his glass, as his peers understood the meaning of his words.
“Come brothers,” an oblivious Castiel began- “no more frivolous talk, we must make our plans.”
Balthazar decided to live up to his leader’s expectations as a good for nothing drunk.