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Dean scowled at the rusted Motel 6 sign creaking eerily above them.

"They'd better have friggin' continental breakfast..."

Oh look there, handy angel with not so secret conjuring powers. Here, Dean, have a brochure.

He's like a personal Swiss army knife, but people sized.

Castiel squints at the sign, then back at Dean. "The brochure says they have 'Breakfast offerings that will make you go Yippee Kay Yay, all~ day'," Castiel deadpans. "I don't understand. Is that a new yoga position?"

Probably because he brings pizza. I mean, why else?

[And yet, this is still very confusing to Castiel. Sure, pizza is brought, but what about the extra services the pizza man in the video also provides? Order a pizza, get corporal punishment? He'll never fully understand humans.]

It just all seems so counter-intuitive.

[ Hey, she's been human for the better part of twenty years and she still doesn't get them. Gabriel shrugs, though she might be laughing a little bit if the spark in her eye is any indication.]

That's porn for you, makes no sense, but everyone loves it. [ A small pause.] Also, oddly like pizza...

[Castiel nods slowly at this, though the whole comparison is probably lost on him. He's recalling that his older brother Gabriel did seem overly fond of starring in his own pornographic movies.]

Or pie. I've been told that until I try at least 20 different flavors, I haven't yet lived.

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[ And Gabriel will continue on, because suddenly, porn and pizza make a lot more sense.]

You know, I think I may have just discovered some great conspiracy there, in porn and pizza, it just-- wait. Pie? That--

[ She furrows her brows.] Who told you that? The only one worth eating is that one with all the things in it. Summer something I think...

Dean is immediately defensive.

"Do NOT compare pie with porn. Pizza I can understand, but PIE is the real deal..."

The hunter seems to suddenly realize the presence of the newcomer mid-sentence.

"-And why exactly are we graced with the presence of Mr. Encyclo-pornia...?"

(Even Dean winces at his bad play on words)

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[There seems to be conspiracy everywhere these days.]

Dean. [He manages to shove exasperation, fondness, and total confusion in the one word.] He likes pie. [Castiel adds this as if it isn't obvious.] We tried a Funeral Pie the other day. I'm not sure I understand the appeal. What is in this Summer pie?

"Dean, I'm not insulting your pie." He's certainly learned his lesson the hard way. Although, with the way the Bean Pie tasted at that last diner, he would happily insult that one. Vegetables in pie? Travesty.

Cue more literal Castiel. "That is not my last name." And in case Dean missed the memo, "I don't have a last name."

[That there is, Gabriel needs to be more aware, that's for sure.]

And Dean? [ She's mostly confused, but also impressed at how much that one name can carry.] Well if he is telling you to try twenty kinds... I think that's a bit beyond liking pie..

[ She's laughing a bit now, because this guy sounds kind of hilarious.] Summer pie is apples and pears, all kinds of berries. I don't really know, it just tastes delicious.

[ This face? This face means she is laughing at you Dean. Just a ~~lot~~little.]

From that reaction, I don't know if I believe you...

Dean did not miss the memo. Or the smirking face.

"-And if you did have a last name, Cas - and hot chick - it'd be Mr. and Mrs. Pain-in-the-ass. Can we get on with this?"

He motions to the flickering hotel sign with an exasperated flourish.

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[Let's hope fate treats this Gabriel a little kinder than she treated Castiel's.]

I like pears. We will have to try some of this Summer pie then.

[That's pretty much Castiel's version of a 'thank you for that excellent recommendation'. Castiel pulls a folded map and pen from his trench coat, flattening the map out on his hand and meticulously writing "Summer Pie" in perfect script onto a corner. The visible portion of the map hanging over his hand shows zig-zag lines connecting various pie selling diners. The ones east of this location have either a "X_X" or "ಠ_ಠ", with a rare few gifted with the batman logo. Rating the diners is definitely not Castiel's idea.]

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"Get on with what, Dean?" Castiel's been around Dean long enough that he only blinks once at the implication that he's married to Miss...

...what is her name?

Castiel tilts his head at her. "We haven't been introduced." Please pardon him, Gabriel. His Father never signed him up for cotillion.

"...Get on with the I-pay-for-the-room-while-you-stand-there-awkwardly-staring thing," Dean growls.

He immediately regrets the harshness of his tone, but in true Dean-style cannot stoop to offer any form of apology.

So he turns his attention to the girl before his conscience can nag him further.

"Cas is right - who the hell are you?"

[ There is laughter that Gabriel is doing a great deal hiding right now. This? This is amusing for her, seriously you two.

She straightens up a bit when the address her, but there's still a smile on her face.]

Gabriel. The name is Gabriel.

[Awkward silence.]

[And squinting.]

[And vague hand waving at, well, all of Gabriel. It's not like his brother taking on the form of a woman is anything new but last he remembers, Gabriel is unapologetically dead.

Then again, his brother has faked his death before and there is a Winchester around and nothing ever went well when there is a Winchester around...that has to be the third law of existence or something.]

When you say Gabriel, you mean...?

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"-You mean you're friggin' lying!"

(Gabriel? Gabriel was dead - and it was he and Sam's fault.

Dean recalled the circumstances with a pang of guilt; he'd never told Cas how his brother had died - that if he and Sam hadn't been involved, Gabriel would still be alive.

That wily angel had sacrificed himself for them, and now this imposter was poking at the guilt-ridden memory with a stick.)

Dean's flask of holy water emptied in the girl's direction.

[ that depends on your idea of fate. She is fated to have to kill her best friend and love of her life, but hey, them's the cards.]

Pears are rather delicious. There is a really good bakery in New York that makes the best, I suggest them!

[ She looks oddly amused as he pulls out the make, lips quirked as she peers over his shoulder.]

[ That holy water? She's just gonna avoid it because dude, why are you throwing shit at her. Of course, she doesn't hiss and burn, jsut glowers at Dean like all hell.]

Gabriel, like... Gabriel. And dude, what the fuck was that for? Do you hate the name or something?

(ooc: she is the archangel, but i can play her as knowing that or as thinking she is human, just let me know what you prefer!))

(The entirely human response shocked Dean almost as much as the holy water seemed to have shocked the girl.

Maybe this wasn't THEIR Gabe - maybe it was just some random chick...!)

"Uhhhh..."

He looks quickly at Castiel for some sort of guidance.

(ooc: I'm totally new at this, so do whatever you think is best! :))

Dean scrutinizes the brochure with a frown, then looks up at the angel.

"Yoga position? You don't..."

"...Nevermind. Don't answer that."

"It keeps me flexible," Castiel answers, completely ignoring Dean's command again.

Um...

[Blinking does help Castiel to think, so blink he does. Gabriel avoiding the water doesn't answer the question as to whether she's an unholy creature, but she certainly isn't acting like one. He answers at Dean's expectant look.]

It's...entirely possible that Gabriel is a popular name for females around these parts. Like Billy Jean.

[Gabriel gets an expectant look.]

((ooc: whichever way you'd like to play it is good with me! if she's human, would Castiel sense much of her soul, or recognize it?))

[Boo. Those are pretty crappy cards.]

New York? [Castiel hasn't been back there since the American revolution, and most of the places he goes to lately are more suited to urban legends and abandoned homesteads. Maybe it's time for another visit. He scoots the map all the way over to the sideways Y-shaped state, pen at the ready.]

What is the name of this bakery? Dean and I are on a road trip. [He holds the map closer so she can see and taps his pen tip against New York.] We need to reach California by the end of the week, but I'll be sure to drop by this bakery after that.

[More like he'll instantly teleport there and return with pie once Dean's gone out tonight.]

[ They are, but she can live in ignorance for a while thankfully.]

Mmmhmm, New York, little place called Cavelli's in the downtown center, totally worth the trip. Oooh! And there are some great places in Cali too!

[ She gets excited and moves towards the map. She travels a lot, and loves food.]

[ You see this look? She thinks you two are fucking weird, like should probably report you weird. But all you did was toss water at her which... well, she has delt with weirder as of late. She looks between the two a little longer, before making a face as Castiel's comment.]

NO, not that popular at all. My aunt said it was for the angel. You know, dickwards with wings.

[ SHe doesn't like 'em now and she won't like 'em when she finds out she is one.] Though why they picked Gabriel for me, is a mystery...

((ooc: Castiel would totally notice her soul being not human, its just bound along with her memories using Enochian magic. Technically, he could also undo it.))

[Castiel hardly ever smiled in the past but if the last few months has taught him anything, it's that he's earned this. He returns a modest smile at her excitement. Cavelli's gets added to the map before it's readily handed over. It's obvious to Castiel now that he's just met someone infinitely more equipped than he is in ferreting out good eateries.

When unfolded, the haphazard lines trace a path on the map to Palo Alto, California, where the tiny dot denoting the city is circled several times with a star drawn next to it. Ignore the jelly doughnut stain at the bottom left.]

If you could?

(Dean snickers at the newcomer's talent of description before recovering his surly composure with a cough.)

"...So, Gabriel is just ... your name. Okay, that's...good."

(He squints at her. The hunter can't help but be suspicious - in his experience, coincidence is rare.)

"...So you're just - you know - normal?"

[ The smile that pulls across his features has Gabriel's growing a bit more. And when he hands over the map, the noise Gabriel makes is something of a squeal.

Seriously, she should run a food blog or something, but the food never stays in one piece long enough for her to take a picture of it.]

Of course! You want just pie, or other good eateries?

[She blinks at that, eyebrow raised.]

AS normal as can be when you keep running into crazy people like the two of you I suppose. Last I checked, I was normal though.

Whatever you think is necessary.

[It's not like it's necessary for him to eat, but he would very much like to try something else besides burgers, fries, and pie.]

[Dean gets a pained look. Great. Another one. Why does he keep running into humans who think angels are junkless jerkwads. Doesn't he step up enough for the Winchesters?

When Gabriel claims she's 'normal enough' though, his eyes take on a faraway cast, staring through Gabriel.

...Oh.

Should he announce the truth about the state of her soul? Would this be like the stripper again, with shoes flying at his face as he told the truth? But this isn't just daddy issues, these are Enochian symbols. Either she's done something very bad or something painfully right and needed to be silenced. Castiel needs to find out which one it is.]

Not quite.

(Dean pretends he doesn't notice the shadow that passes over the angel's face.)

"What do you mean, not quite? She's not human?"

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