Our Lady of Fandom, Sunday

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel still had no idea what to think of the visitors who'd come to the island for the convention -- especially one in particular. Gabriel assured him that Dean hadn't actually said "yes". Which meant the brothers were still out there, fighting. Without his help.

They were probably screwed.

Angelbane's kittens were progressing nicely, starting to do a bit more than just tumble over on top of each other and nurse. Karal was especially precocious, taking up a post on the edge of the nest, as though to guard it. Bobby still had a tendency to trip over her own feet. The other three occasionally stared at Castiel accusingly, as though he really ought to have named them, already.

[ooc: open, though responses from me will be slow.]

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[scruffnfeathers]

"In other words, you don't know."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"Not yet," Gabriel said. "I've got a few ideas -- everyone think I'm dead and that might give me an edge to Trick Luci in, but, I don't know. Knowing the Winchesters, they'll come up with a way even if I don't."

[scruffnfeathers]

"You realize you're speaking of the same Winchesters who started the apocalypse in the first place."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel cocked his head and regarded Castiel for a moment. "Are we going for irony here with me talking up the Winchesters and you knocking them down?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"Until two days ago, the last I knew was that we'd had to lock Dean in a panic room to keep him from saying yes to Michael. It's a little bit difficult to change tracks."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

Considering how long it had taken him to come around, Gabriel figured he didn't really have much room to argue with Castiel about that. Changing the subject, he looked down at the kittens crawling around their area. "So are these the stars of your next sermon?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"They are one of my primary focuses, these days. Whatever else may be happening, they're new, developing lives. It's . . . miraculous."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"I'm usually more of a dog person myself," he said, moving so he could wriggle his fingers just over the kittens' heads, "but these are pretty cute."

He laughed suddenly as the black and orange kitten used his littermate's head to push up against to be able to reach and grab onto his finger. "Clever too," he said, scooping the kitten up and petting it. "Regular little trickster this one is."

[scruffnfeathers]

"He's a genetic abnormality, actually." Castiel sat up. "Tortoiseshell patterns such as that usually only occur on females."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"Like I said, a trickster," Gabriel said, grinning. "He have a name yet?"

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel shook his head. "No, just the firecat and the gray one have been named. Karal and Bobby."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"You should call him Loki," Gabriel suggested. "Since I don't seem to be using it any more."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Loki. The Norse god." Castiel nodded. "Also, an angel of death residing on the island."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"There's another angel running around using that name?" Gabriel asked, having not actually got the angel in question's name the day before. "I have a sudden urge to declare I used it first."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I suspect in his case that would be incorrect. It seems to be the name the god of his world give him upon creation."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"Now that's just asking for trouble, giving an angel a trickster name," Gabriel said. "Believe me, I know."

[scruffnfeathers]

"Yes, I suppose you would. Hopefully, it's less troublesome for a kitten to carry the name."

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"I think it'll suit him." Regretfully, Gabriel put the kitten back down and stood up. He snapped his fingers and produced a cell phone. "It's about time for me to go, but I wanted to give you this," he said, holding it out to Castiel. "My number's already programmed in and it's got a little extra mojo to work across the dimensions. So if you decide you need a ride back or anything, you can get hold of me."

[scruffnfeathers]

Castiel frowned, taking the phone. "It won't . . . disappear or anything, when you leave?"

[tricksterangel.livejournal.com]

"Wouldn't do you much good if it did would it?" Gabriel said with a smirk. "It's real. So real in fact that it would probably work to phone other people in our reality too if you ever feel the need." He grinned suddenly. "I'd love to hear you try to explain this place to Sam and Dean."

[scruffnfeathers]

"I generally avoided the attempt." Castiel hefted the phone, then slipped it into a trenchcoat pocket. "Thank you."