homeless etc etc

[larker]

So, whose job again was it to tell the Vatican they got the date wrong? I think they missed that memo.

Sheesh.

Can't argue with the turkey though.

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[the_gardens_apple]

I do believe it was your job, Gabriel. However, I also think you were dealing with a group of prophets at the time and left the job to Michael... who just scared everyone. We told you to use Zachariah.

[larker]

Zachariah's an asshat though. And have you ever tried to deal with more than one prophet? It gets messy very quickly. Anyway it's not been my job since the war. [Shrugs.]

[the_gardens_apple]

Zachariah is... Alright, no I'll give you that one. He is an asshat. I still haven't figured out why Michael puts up with him.

[He serves his purpose, she just hasn't figured out what that purpose is yet.]

Which war? And is that why poor Raphael is stuck with Chuck?

[larker]

Maybe because Michael is as big a douchenozzle too.

And the one where Luci finally threw his toys out of the pram and went to Hell. And Raphael is probably stuck with the drunken prophet because dad hates him. Is there anything else I can help you with? I mean would you like fries with that?

[the_gardens_apple]

Luke and I didn't get thrown out; we flounced. And we were forgiven for that... well, by everyone but Michael, but he's him.

And tea would be nice, thank you.

[Since you're offering to fetch and all, Gabe.]

[larker]

Yeah well dimensions and all that crap. I left and didn't go back, they can screw their forgiveness sidewards.

[Rolls his eyes and snaps his fingers. Enjoy your tea, don't choke on it.]

[the_gardens_apple]

Hence my curiosity. It's odd to see the four of you torn asunder. Until I came along, the four of you were inseparable. You and Raphael would finish each other's sentences.

[The cup steams in her hands. She likes it hot, thank you.]

Though I understand you have a Winchester problem, just as we do. Apple brandy?

[larker]

Yeah well, reasons. Or something like that. People are more fun anyway.

[Holds up a beer.] Brought my own. And everyone has a Winchester problem. But those guys are fun so it's not so much of an issue for me.

[the_gardens_apple]

[She wrinkles her nose. Beer? Really?]

You know, I've been thinking of making a beer at the winery. Some specialty microbrew or something.

[She grins wickedly.]

Now you sound like my Gabriel. Who once accidentally ran across John Winchester and taught him a lesson. He thought it was hilarious and made Raphael help him fix it.

[larker]

[Beer is a human tradition, deal with it.]

Like some flavored thing?

[Not too impressed by the sound of that.]

I think the Winchesters are due another time loop again. Maybe Dean this time, since Sam had the pleasure of Groundhog Day last time.

[the_gardens_apple]

Mmm, possibly. We make wine, brandy, and several other things. Our specialty is apple brandy and pomegranate wine.

[Because it amuses her. And Luke indulges her.]

Didn't you stick them in various TV shows? Wasn't it punishment enough to know that Dean watches Dr. Sexy?

[larker]

Whatever floats your boat I guess.

And yeah that one was great fun when Cassie wasn't sticking his nose in. But I did enjoy coming up with over a hundred different ways to kill Dean off.

Don't knock Doctor Sexy.

[the_gardens_apple]

Well, what would you suggest? We tried cattle, but they require too much land and smell. We settled on grapes, apples and pomegranates long ago. We're trying oranges as well.

[She sighs.]

Castiel always means well, but he's misguided, and too young to understand a great many things.

I'm not insulting Dr. Sexy. We all have our guilty pleasures. Most especially me.

[freetobe]

Did you know that humans stick angels on trees?

[Castiel is very offended by this. Very.]

[larker]

Of course I did. They're made from real angels too, the National Enquirer says so.

[freetobe]

That is not correct.

[larker]

Are you calling a national newspaper a liar, Cas?