The angel mission

find God, inform Him that the hellhounds will in less than a month be coming for The Righteous Man, that the apocalypse is about to start, and He will stop it." It was funny what Castiel could say with a straight face. Gabriel just shook his head, hit by how naive his brother had remained even after everything .

"Fine. Good plan, let's… let's do that." He smiled at the other angel who immediately brightened. "I have a few conditions first, though," Gabriel said, raising an index to pause him. He stood up to equalize their sizes. (Well, equalize more, not perfectly, Castiel's vessel was still taller.)

"Anything you want," replied the brown-haired angel solemnly.

"You must not tell the other angels that I am doing this." He started by the obvious. The other angels shouldn't find him. At any cost. He walked closer toward Castiel, the cinema going blurry around them, before dissolving itself into a much smaller room, probably belonging to a recently abandoned building. He needed him to understand that this was not a matter of jokes. "I don't even know how you found me in the first place, but if they learn that you know where I am, they will want me to fight in this war, which, I do not want." He forced a short smile that looked anything but natural.

"Revealing your position was never my intention," assured Castiel.

"Good," the archangel said. And then, just like that, he was all smiley and playful again. "Which leads us to my second demand…" he paused for a more dramatic effect, "I want an executive vehicle." Castiel's head tilted.

"I am not sure to understand." Watching his angelic brain try to process the demand was exquisite.

"Let's steal a car Cassie!" he exploded, the room turning a little brighter as he did.

"But that's illegal," protested Castiel. Gabriel laughed.