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Do you know anyone who'd be insane enough to want to? If so, I wouldn't trust them.

Castiel would be my first choice, and while I'm an archangel, leading ain't exactly my thing.

I suppose he's insane enough, yes.

We just need to find where Metatron hid his grace before his spark burns out. [ Gabriel intends on trying to talk Castiel into doing the whole incharge thing. ]

And, we need to sway Cas into doing the whole boss job. He's insane enough to be capable, and right now, I think he's pretty damn popular amongst the survivors.

[Don't look at this one. He's trying to look as unsuspecting as possible.]

You could.

[ Gabriel is so looking at this one, and he seems dead serious about it. If he needs to have that talk again, Gabriel's more than willing to do it too! But, at least he doesn't have Metatron doing the writing this time. ]

Uuuuh. [ Buzzer noise. ] Wrongo, Columbo. I'm not the one those angels followed during all of this. Me? I'm just some hacked up archangel who spent a good millennium in hiding. And, I think they want someone they know that they can trust.

Aaaaand, I think that person is you.

You. You brought the flock back to Heaven. Sure there were a few bumps along the way, but you proved to them that Megatron was in it all for himself. They're yours to lead weather you like it or not.

You all do seem a bit sad and lost right now, don't you?

Talk about the blind leading the blind.

Do we? I'm sure we'll have things back in order soonish.

[ Gabriel shudders visibly as he turns his head around to face Dick. ]

I think we've got a good enough chance at pulling this thing together. [ He does his best to bullshit his way through this meeting. ] And, my first order of the day will be do something about the stench that is coming from Purgatory.

I'll even be sure to make sure it is lemon scented!

[Just gives a big smile.]

Come now, it's not all that bad. You're meant to look forwards, not back. I suppose angels have that kind of problem where they can't think further than their next sermon.

Lemon? Great, I look forwards to it, champ.

As if a bunch of oily, monsters can do any better. There doesn't seem to be much to lead you except for an appetite for anything that moves.

[ If he ends up in charge, Gabriel is going to need to make some much needed changes. ]

And, I'm about to ask how'd you end up on the surface again with all of us normals. [ Something with as many teeth as Dick shouldn't be trusted to behave properly. ]

Now that is just unnecessary. We did good things on earth, we were curing diseases when so rudely interrupted. There were no wars, no large scale battles. Unlike every time you angels go and visit.

Strange that, isn't it?

And where there's a will there's a way. Kid.

Please do. It's most disappointing right now, not to mention depressing!

Yeah, and you were going to serve them up as food. You made them as about as docile as a cow waiting in line to be slaughtered.

Sure, we might have large battles, but we do have the best interests of the entire human race at heart. You on the other hand, you're more interested in eating them into extinction.

Now who wasn't paying attention during class? We weren't going to extinct them, quite the opposite. Only idiots kill off the entire food supply.

And the best interests of Heaven, if I remember rightly, consisted of making the apocalypse happen. Very best interests, like reverse psychology. You just can't seem to admit what utter, feathered failures the lot of you are. That's called denial, champ.

Oh, now you're making me feel a whole lot better... Not! We're not going to wipe you out; we're just going to make sure you're fat and stupid to be part of the food supply!

[ Gabriel rolls his eyes, and he can't believe this argument is even happening. The urge to smite Dick is rising, and sure it might drain up some of that archangel juice of his but it'd be so worth it. ]

And, you're trying to make turning humanity into a happy meal sound far more logical than a battle that was to grant them paradise. You're not exactly doing a good job with your sales pitch, bucko.

"Grant them paradise"? Is that what you kids are calling it nowadays? And I don't need to sell it to you, you're not invited to partake.

[Opens his mouth to say something else when his cellphone rings. Holds a finger up to the archangel in a motion of "one moment" as he answers it.]

Dick. Ah Julie. Really? Five percent on the market already? You don't say. Good work. Order the coffees in for everyone, use the business card for it. [Hangs up, oh right he was talking to Gabriel.] Now then, where were we?