[Compliment. Always a compliment. Not that it's his brothers' fault. Some of them don't know how to act any way other than the way they do. Gabriel shrugs, though, because Castiel and Michael have a grasp of free will.
Or they're supposed to, anyway. Michael's never quite acted like he knew what the words meant. In fact, Gabriel suspects it makes him uncomfortable. Like a wedgie. He gives orders just fine, but he waits to take them, too. From one very specific being.
His big brother is, maybe, waiting for a train that will never come. Dad's gone. He's not coming back. He's left them to act the way they will.
Like a bunch of five year olds who trash the room the second an adult leaves.]
I'm me, muchacho. But which parts are you referring to?
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Or they're supposed to, anyway. Michael's never quite acted like he knew what the words meant. In fact, Gabriel suspects it makes him uncomfortable. Like a wedgie. He gives orders just fine, but he waits to take them, too. From one very specific being.
His big brother is, maybe, waiting for a train that will never come. Dad's gone. He's not coming back. He's left them to act the way they will.
Like a bunch of five year olds who trash the room the second an adult leaves.]
I'm me, muchacho. But which parts are you referring to?
[Color him curious.]