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WHO: Dean Winchester & Gabriel
WHERE: In a diner
WHEN: June 19th
WHAT: Accidentally running into each other
WARNINGS: Dean and Gabriel being Dean and Gabriel. Potential for foul language, death threats, fire, and explosions?

Dean hadn't exactly been actively looking for Gabriel. Sure, he'd been keeping his eyes open for the Trickster's brand of mischief and destruction, but nothing had caught his eye. Yet. That and he was busy trying to figure out what exactly was apparently running around and committing crimes in other people's skins.

The point is, he wasn't looking for Gabriel when he walked into the diner. All he'd wanted was a freaking burger and some pie. It looked like what he was getting was an archangel. Man. This was not his week.

He should probably just walk out since it looked like the angel was too busy eating some kind of deep fried candy to have noticed him just yet. Before he can really think about what the smart course of action would be, Dean's walking over to the table. He braces his hands on the edge and ignores the tendrils of smoke curling up from beneath his palms that are followed by the slightly acrid scent of burning formica.

"Fancy seeing you here." His smile isn't entirely friendly, but it's not openly hostile either.

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The last week or so had been all quiet on the angel front. Balthazar had shown up, which in Gabriel's mind was a huge bonus in a place like Heropa. Things were dull, even with Lucifer behind bars, and at one point the archangel had been so bored he'd taken his brother a pile of books to read. If Lucifer actually read them, or gave them to his guardsman Bill, Gabriel didn't know.

What he did know? The diner was doing the deep fried chocolate again. Last time round he'd managed five of them and sent the owner to hospital with an accident-induced concussion. Gabriel is still half convinced the owner is part mafioso, but for now the man is out of sight instead of casting angry glares.

If Gabriel is at all bothered by Dean showing up, or the fact said hunter is currently burning his way through the top of the table, he's not showing it. The archangel merely wrinkles his nose at the smell, reaching for his glass of water and casually upending it over Dean's hands.

"Fancy that. What do you want? You're interrupting my deep fried chocolate moment."

There's a hiss as the water hits Dean's hands and evaporates into steam, but it does stop the smoldering of the table. What it doesn't stop He jerks his hands back and glares down at Gabriel. "What the hell?"

Dean wipes the water off on his pants, hands still smoking slightly. "Then maybe you should be having your 'moment' somewhere a little less public. It's not like anybody wants to watch."

After that little display though, the diner's other occupants are starting to take notice of them. Dean ducks his head and slides into the booth, opposite Gabriel, hoping to dispel some of the interest. He rests his forearms against the table, leaning closer and absently playing with the new flame that's sprung up on his finger tips. Part of him hates how used to this new power he's becoming, even if he hasn't learned any real control yet. But it's also slightly addicting, and that? That's terrifying.

That was just rude, Gabriel raising an eyebrow. Where the hell else was he meant to do this? Nowhere else in Heropa even did deep fried chocolate. Dean is obviously just delusional. At least he has the decent, common sense to sit down.

"You know, no-one cares that you're an import." It's said loud enough for others to hear, and all the pair get is a brief cursory glance from the few patrons that are around. Nothing more. "So get over it already."

There's a few moments as Gabriel goes back to his dessert. He paid for it, he's going to eat it, and not even Dean Winchester is going to stop him. Except now the moron is playing with fire, again. With a sigh Gabriel pushes the plate to one side, resting elbows on the table, chin on his hands.

"Don't tell me. You're desperate for help because you keep setting your brother on fire."

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The loud comment has Dean wincing and glancing over his shoulder. If anything imports seem to be welcome here, which wasn't something that Dean was used to. Back home they'd never stayed in one place like this. Never really been truly welcomed. Hell, sometimes the locals were more than glad when he and Sam left.

You're desperate for help because you keep setting your brother on fire.

Dean jerks back as if he'd been burned and the flame in his hand flares higher for a few seconds before he's able to rein it in. "What? No. I'm not some kind of monster. I would never hurt Sam."

There's a pause while he grinds his teeth together, glaring out the window. "I didn't ask for this."

Gabriel's watching that reaction with what could be a shred of concern. It's not a normal reaction to a harmless joke. Hell, Dean would be welcome to make jokes at him about how his brothers like to explode each other with a click of the fingers.

But no. Dean just reacted like Gabriel had actually accused him of doing just that. Obviously a sore, touchy subject, the archangel actually shrugging and letting it drop with ease. For now. "Alright. No-one asked for any of this, Dean. No-one asked to be dragged to Florida in a world that still has a Cold War going on. I know I didn't ask to be killed by Lucifer, just to wake up here with Lucifer a few days behind me. So excuse me if your little drama over pyromancy doesn't actually bother me so much."

Gabriel goes back to his chocolate, talking in between mouthfuls as waving his fork to punctuate his words. "There are people here with it much worse than you, Dean. So you should just suck it up and look at it like it's something useful. Otherwise you're not much use to anyone in this place. Now, are you going to do that, or do I have to do this nice spiel a bit longer? Acting this mature is already giving me a headache."

Dean glares at Gabriel, but he closes his fingers over the fire, snuffing it out in his fist.

"The freaking file they gave me called it pyrokinesis.... And it's not the only power I have here. I just. I can't control it." The last sentence is quiet and he doesn't look directly at Gabriel when he says it. Why he's even admitting this to the archangel he doesn't know, but it's not something he really wants to discuss with Sam. He didn't want his brother to worry or to see him slipping like this.

And as much as he hates to admit it, Gabriel's right. For the most part. "How the hell is this supposed to be useful? It's dangerous." More dangerous that he doesn't know how to use it right. Dangerous and, as Gabriel had so helpfully pointed out, useless.

"....Look. If I'm a danger to people because of this- if I can't figure out how to control it - and I can't do it myself, I need you to kill me." Dean doesn't want to be like the things he hunts. Doesn't want to be something dangerous and out of control, but he can't ask Sam to do this for him. And at least he can trust that Gabriel would actually do it. Hell, the angel probably wouldn't even bat an eye.

"Yeah but they don't go round calling you lot Pyrokinesisers back home, sheesh Dean."

Okay, Dean admitting he can't control it is a shock. Gabriel hadn't been expecting it, and dammit there's that slight shred of sympathy again. Gabriel hates feeling sympathetic, it was that notion that got him killed by Lucifer in the first place!

The archangel opens his mouth to say something, pausing when Dean drops another bombshell. Kill him? Really? And now it does make sense. The hunter has spent so long chasing things like this, now he's on the other side it's freaking him out. A fair thing, Gabriel has to admit that to himself. That and the offer of ganking Dean Winchester, permanently, is too good to pass up.

"Okay, kiddo. If you wind up out of control and some über threat, I'll make sure you put you six foot under. In fact, because I feel sorry for you, I promise I'll do it away from where Sammy can see it happen so he's not traumatized."

"I'm not a pyromancer." He bristles slightly at being grouped in with other people who could wield fire, but he can't exactly do anything about it. Unless he wants to follow the sarcastic advice he'd gotten about becoming a criminal and getting thrown in jail.

He'd known that Gabriel probably wouldn't be adverse to killing him. It wasn't like the archangel hadn't done it before, a hundred times over. But it's still something of a relief to hear that someone who could stop him would if it came down to it.

"Sammy has nothing to do with this, alright." And if Gabriel tried to off Dean in front of Sam, it wouldn't go over very well. Dean knew that much. Sam would hate that he'd even asked the archangel to do this. "Just... leave him out of it."

Dean pauses for a moment, thinking. Yeah but they don't go round calling you lot Pyrokinesisers back home. And Gabriel had been hanging out with gods who could do who knows what. "...What do you know about this?"

Whatever it is the angel has to say, it better not be bullshit.

The denial gets an eyeroll. One day Dean would wake up and realize that as of now, he is a pyromancer. Then again the term is pretty generous, Gabriel could point out that right now Dean is more a walking disaster, but there's only so much kicking someone who's down he can do.

"I just said I'd leave him out of it. Are you even listening?" Gabriel knows what the deal is, and he'll definitely be angling to uphold it. If the archangel upholds his half for now, then it gives him leverage over the Hunter. Just in case. With Winchesters, you could never tell what was going to come next with them.

"Okay now I know you're not paying attention, or using that brain of yours. And I know you've got a brain in there somewhere, Winchester, since you're managing to string some sentences together." Another shrug, another mouthful of chocolate. "I could do that back home if I wanted to. Kali can do it too. She's almost as good as I am at it. Why?"

"Yeah. I'm listening. I just wanted to make sure you were listening." Dean definitely doesn't quite trust Gabriel and he wants to make absolutely sure that his brother isn't going to get caught up in this. Some things were worth repeating twice and he didn't know if the archangel would uphold his end of the deal or do something tricky. Either way, he couldn't let Sam watch him die. Again.

Dean gives Gabriel a flat look. He knew that Gabriel could bend reality and that could theoretically include creating flame, but that seemed different from whatever was happening with him. Point was, he was pretty sure he'd never actually seen Gabriel summon fire. And he sure as hell wasn't some sort of expert on the archangels extensive powers. Sure, he and Sam had managed to pin him down, but they didn't really know much about what Gabriel could do when he wasn't being an ass for the shits and giggles.

Still, admitting that he knows less than he'd like about what any of the angels can do isn't something that Dean wants to get into right now. Or ever. "How do you control it?"

Right, so Dean was making sure he was listening, by asking if he was listening. It sounded like some kind of five year old human child argument to the archangel, Gabriel wrinkling his nose and moving on swiftly, resisting the urge to point out that Sammy had seen Dean die hundreds of times. There's only two chocolate bars left to eat on his plate, and the moment Gabriel's done it'll be a coffee and he's gone. Dean had better get to the point, sharpish.

"What, the fire? It's just focus. Not a hundred percent on it anymore, learned it when I left Heaven, I was that bored at the time. Uh, just make that fire your bitch and boss it about in your mind."

There isn't even an easy way to explain it, Gabriel knows it's one of those things that comes down to sheer will power. But then he's pretty sure Dean will have it sorted in the next few weeks. The Winchesters were both morons, but they weren't idiots at the same time. "Just don't go trying any of that shit near me. Go find yourself a nice warehouse to burn down."

"You decided to learn to play with fire because you were bored." Dean makes a disbelieving noise and shakes his head. Gabriel had probably decided to become a trickster on a whim, too. Which meant he and Sammy had been spending their time being fucked with by an archangel that needed a better hobby. Awesome.

Focus.

Dean holds out a hand and watches a small flame flicker to life. It would almost be cool if it wasn't something freaky that he shouldn't even be doing. He glances up from the fire. "What? I'm not burning down anything."

He'd kind of thought that the point of learning to control it was to not burn shit down. What doesn't make sense is Gabriel's comment about not using the pryokinesis around him. If the archangel could control flames then he sure as hell wouldn't be in any danger from Dean. At least not from his new power over fire. Either way... "Like you couldn't just snap your fingers and put it out."

"Why else would I bother to learn it? I can destroy shit with my mind anyway, using fire is just an extra added effect, so it wasn't something that I needed."

Gabriel watches the flame for a moment, hand idly curling around his cup of coffee. Any sudden moves and he's going to douse the hunter in coffee, Gabriel is still feeling pretty vulnerable in not being able to heal. No chances are going to be taken.

So when Dean asks about it in a roundabout way? The archangel shifts in his seat, poking at the remaining chocolate on his plate with a look. It's a look that screams a reluctance to say anything on the matter. "I could, but it's much more fun throwing water at you."

"Fantastic. Because you weren't dangerous enough without being able to light shit on fire with your mind. Why not?" Of course, as the Trickster, Gabriel had seemed to be all about the 'extra added effects'.

He holds the fire in his hand for a moment longer before smothering the flame in his fist. He'd take the archangel's advice into account while trying to control his power, but this wasn't really the time or place for it. Even if he were willing to accept Gabriel as possible collateral damage if he lost control, Dean wouldn't put the other people in the diner at risk.

"And you're all about what's fun, aren't you?" Dean's flat look fades into a frown, his brow furrowing slightly. He's not sure what the look Gabriel's giving his chocolate is about, but the archangel hadn't attempted anything that showcased his powers the entire time Dean had been with him. If anything, Dean would have thought Gabriel would have even more abilities at his disposal in a place that handed out super powers like they were friggin' Halloween candy.

"You can snap your fingers and put it out, right?"

Oh no no no. Gabriel can see that frown spreading across Dean's face, and he knows that the Hunter is coming to the correct conclusion regarding putting that fire out. Sure, throwing water on Dean is never going to get old, will never be unfunny. But at the same time, the last thing he wants any Winchester to know is that he's limited on powers, because that just won't end well at all. It never does.

It's not too difficult to look indignant, Gabriel snorting in amusement and looking almost scandalized. It's the exact same expression the Winchesters got when Dean first accused the guy of being an angel.

"You what? Oh please, who do you think you're talking to here? Archangel, remember?"

Like Dean could ever forget what Gabriel is, what he's capable of. Or, rather, what he'd been capable of back home. If this place could take away all of Lucifer's powers, couldn't it do the same to another archangel? Not that Dean expects that Gabriel would be forthcoming with the details if that were the case. He'd just have to keep an eye on the archangel, something he'd been planning on doing anyway.

Dean presses his mouth into a line. "I know what you are."

"If that sentence ends in an insult, my suggestion would be to stop there and quit while you're ahead."

At least Dean didn't ask, and for that Gabriel can feel a smidge of respect somewhere deep down. Enough that Dean would get out of the diner unscathed, pie intact. And Gabriel knows that Dean's starting to figure it out, there's just no point in saying it out loud. When you can't heal yourself and Lucifer is literally breathing down your neck? It becomes a clusterfuck really quick. Gabriel knows the same old arguments are due to start up at any time. Why don't you stand up to him? In Heropa, it quite literally boils down to one thing. Lucifer is miles stronger, and Gabriel doesn't have another death wish.

"Okay as adorable as this date is, did you feel like asking anything else? Or should I just kill you now to save myself the mystery?"

"If that sentence ended in an insult, I'd already have said it." And there were a few choice insults that he could think or, but Gabriel was, shockingly, far from being the most annoying angel that Dean had met here.

That last comment gets a face and Dean leans back slightly from the table. "A date? Seriously? Sorry to break it to you, Gabe, but you're not my type."

It's more of an insult than anything, but really? Dean knows it's probably just the archangel's way of trying to get a rise out of him, but it's working.

Perfect. Just the look on Dean's face lets Gabriel know he's found something to exploit. Winding Winchesters up is a pastime, a hobby, and this is probably the longest conversation he's ever even held with one of the brothers.

"Uh huh, it is a date. It was the moment you sat down here and started up conversation. You didn't have to sit down, you could have gotten your pie, mosied on out, and asked me all this on the network."

Gabriel smirks, leaning back in his seat. "At this rate you're going to break my heart, kid. So, we splitting the bill?"

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