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Aug. 13th, 2010 12:29 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaHe had to stop having one night stands.
Alright, alright, so he should have seen it coming. But it hadn't happened for millennia! And God was… well, he was God, and after the whole 'creation' thing he hadn't gotten his rocks off till Jesus and then… well, not since. And he was God, alright. He should be allowed to enjoy one of the most awesome things he had ever created.
Not humanity, the orgasm, alright? It was awesome.
But. Well. He was omniscient, he probably SHOULD have seen what would happen, but he was limited in the form of Chuck, and he'd needed to stay limited in order not to alert anyone to the fact that he was really God and not to fuck up the whole test/game/whatever that had been going on. So as Chuck he hadn't known that he was God and besides the visions he hadn't had a clue what would happen in the future.
And as Chuck he hadn't realized that just using a condom wouldn't do it when you were God.
"So, let me get this straight." Gabriel was sitting on the corner of Chuck's desk. (If he just up and disappeared he had a feeling that Dean and Sam would get suspicious, so he kept the house and the furniture and the persona.) "I died, killed by Lucifer, and you continue to play around with the Winchesters, totally uncaring. Then Castiel dies, the Winchesters finish your game, and you bring him back but you wait…"
"I get it, you're upset," Chuck waved a hand in the air, "Can we get back to my problem?"
". . ." Gabriel sighed and then took a large chomp out of the unwrapped Cadbury bar in his hand. "Old Testament or should I turn myself into a stork?"
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Sam was pretty sure when he conked out about (and he glances at the cheap digital motel clock) fifteen minutes ago that Castiel hadn't been with them. Not that it was unusual for their token angel to show up from nowhere, but generally he announced himself. Or had a reason. Sam really hoped this was one of those few times he had no reason for showing up.
He really needed more than fifteen minutes of sleep.
"Fuck." Castiel said in his usual monotone. It took Sam at least ten seconds to process that Castiel was cursing. Thankfully Dean spoke before he could properly freak out.
"No, Cas, look, it's a lot more like this. FUCK."
"…fuck."
"Cas…"
Sam dragged a pillow over his head to blot out the rest of this episode of 'teaching the angel unholy things'. He didn't do it soon enough to miss Dean saying;
"Let's try combinations instead. Say 'dick face', Cas."
Alright, alright, so he should have seen it coming. But it hadn't happened for millennia! And God was… well, he was God, and after the whole 'creation' thing he hadn't gotten his rocks off till Jesus and then… well, not since. And he was God, alright. He should be allowed to enjoy one of the most awesome things he had ever created.
Not humanity, the orgasm, alright? It was awesome.
But. Well. He was omniscient, he probably SHOULD have seen what would happen, but he was limited in the form of Chuck, and he'd needed to stay limited in order not to alert anyone to the fact that he was really God and not to fuck up the whole test/game/whatever that had been going on. So as Chuck he hadn't known that he was God and besides the visions he hadn't had a clue what would happen in the future.
And as Chuck he hadn't realized that just using a condom wouldn't do it when you were God.
"So, let me get this straight." Gabriel was sitting on the corner of Chuck's desk. (If he just up and disappeared he had a feeling that Dean and Sam would get suspicious, so he kept the house and the furniture and the persona.) "I died, killed by Lucifer, and you continue to play around with the Winchesters, totally uncaring. Then Castiel dies, the Winchesters finish your game, and you bring him back but you wait…"
"I get it, you're upset," Chuck waved a hand in the air, "Can we get back to my problem?"
". . ." Gabriel sighed and then took a large chomp out of the unwrapped Cadbury bar in his hand. "Old Testament or should I turn myself into a stork?"
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Sam was pretty sure when he conked out about (and he glances at the cheap digital motel clock) fifteen minutes ago that Castiel hadn't been with them. Not that it was unusual for their token angel to show up from nowhere, but generally he announced himself. Or had a reason. Sam really hoped this was one of those few times he had no reason for showing up.
He really needed more than fifteen minutes of sleep.
"Fuck." Castiel said in his usual monotone. It took Sam at least ten seconds to process that Castiel was cursing. Thankfully Dean spoke before he could properly freak out.
"No, Cas, look, it's a lot more like this. FUCK."
"…fuck."
"Cas…"
Sam dragged a pillow over his head to blot out the rest of this episode of 'teaching the angel unholy things'. He didn't do it soon enough to miss Dean saying;
"Let's try combinations instead. Say 'dick face', Cas."
