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Well this life can be such a devil
Who: Gadreel Gale Shurley and YOU!
Where: The Shurley Bros residence, the animal shelter, and probably some bar
When: Oct 24-28
Rating: TBD, PG to start
Summary: Gale Shurley isn't exactly pleased with his life, but he's about to find out it could be a lot worse.
The Story:
Oct 24th-26th
The evening of the 24th happens like most of his evenings do. Once he has an awkward dinner with his son, he cracks a diet soda and tries to relax for a little while before he heads to sleep. This time, however, he makes a special effort to try and flag down Caston for a conversation.
Waking up on the 25th, for Gale Shurley, feels a lot like waking up from some sort of coma. He feels a little more alive, less like the mindless zombie he was yesterday. He resolves that he's going to try to mend things with at least one of his older brothers, and a recent drop-off at the clinic gives him the perfect opportunity. He heads over to Luke's place once he's finished his shift, the large snake coiled around his arms. When he returns home, he has more questions than he has answers.
The 26th is a more difficult day at work than he's had in years. A young girl comes in with a kitten too young to have left its mother, a weak thing that will obviously not survive. The girl looks at him with wide, bright eyes ... and when he takes the kitten in his hands, the creature lets out a sigh of relief. It calms, and it looks -- stronger. Despite his first instincts, the kitten improves throughout the day. This phenomenon repeats itself several times, and Gale swears he catches the image of wings in his shadow more times than he can count. More disturbing, however, is the blood that he feels is drenching his hands...the images of his hand on his son's face in a touch that is far from gentle.
It's easy enough that night to key in a text message to Damien. He needs a drink, and a friend who isn't going to be too judgemental of him. Damien's never really been the sort to think badly of anyone, even if it's because he thinks he has no room to judge.
Oct 27th
The images of him taking the life of his son have become too much to bear. Instead of heading to work, Gale heads to a quiet spot in town to grab a cup of coffee and think ... but he eventually sends a text to Daniel, asking him to meet him at the diner.
The boy deserved the truth, didn't he?
Where: The Shurley Bros residence, the animal shelter, and probably some bar
When: Oct 24-28
Rating: TBD, PG to start
Summary: Gale Shurley isn't exactly pleased with his life, but he's about to find out it could be a lot worse.
The Story:
Oct 24th-26th
The evening of the 24th happens like most of his evenings do. Once he has an awkward dinner with his son, he cracks a diet soda and tries to relax for a little while before he heads to sleep. This time, however, he makes a special effort to try and flag down Caston for a conversation.
Waking up on the 25th, for Gale Shurley, feels a lot like waking up from some sort of coma. He feels a little more alive, less like the mindless zombie he was yesterday. He resolves that he's going to try to mend things with at least one of his older brothers, and a recent drop-off at the clinic gives him the perfect opportunity. He heads over to Luke's place once he's finished his shift, the large snake coiled around his arms. When he returns home, he has more questions than he has answers.
The 26th is a more difficult day at work than he's had in years. A young girl comes in with a kitten too young to have left its mother, a weak thing that will obviously not survive. The girl looks at him with wide, bright eyes ... and when he takes the kitten in his hands, the creature lets out a sigh of relief. It calms, and it looks -- stronger. Despite his first instincts, the kitten improves throughout the day. This phenomenon repeats itself several times, and Gale swears he catches the image of wings in his shadow more times than he can count. More disturbing, however, is the blood that he feels is drenching his hands...the images of his hand on his son's face in a touch that is far from gentle.
It's easy enough that night to key in a text message to Damien. He needs a drink, and a friend who isn't going to be too judgemental of him. Damien's never really been the sort to think badly of anyone, even if it's because he thinks he has no room to judge.
Oct 27th
The images of him taking the life of his son have become too much to bear. Instead of heading to work, Gale heads to a quiet spot in town to grab a cup of coffee and think ... but he eventually sends a text to Daniel, asking him to meet him at the diner.
The boy deserved the truth, didn't he?
Evening - 28
Now that matters with her supposed daughter had been settled, there was one other that she had wanted to see. Someone else she loved, or might have loved. It was confusing and that humanity was still lodged in her head. He would at least make sense of everything.
"Gadreel." She used his real name, wondering on what his response would be.
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His cheeks colour despite himself, and he clears his throat before he can continue. He turns from the spot in the garden where she'd found him, recalling that once he had told her this was where he would be if he was needed.
"Lilith," he responds in kind, forcing himself to meet her eyes. "I see some of your memories have returned, too."
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Like they did, but she wouldn't say that. Not out loud.
"You look well, at least."
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He tries for a smile that comes out only slightly thin.
"...'Well' may be something of an overstatement." It was just that angelic exhaustion didn't necessarily transfer to the vessel, he was certain. Who knew what further problems he had unintentionally caused Kevin Tran?
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Her gaze swept over him, searching for signs of his pain, though knowing it was all internal. "I understand. This isn't going to be easy to forget. Some of us have made connections that we didn't expect. Felt things that we didn't think we could." She thought of Lily, the girl she thought was her daughter. She had loved her deeply. She had viewed her as her treasure. Now there was an empty hole inside.
"You're worried about Kevin?"
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26th
When he arrives he found the girl sniffling into her mother's jacket, and Gale over a young dog, breathing surprisingly easily.
"What happened?" He asks as he keels down in front of the animal, checking its vitals.
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"A man hit a stray running across the road. The mother things it was on purpose." He furrows his brows, thinking about how to phrase the rest of the encounter.
"I think --" what, that you healed the animal using your 'special angel powers'? "-- it must be some sort of miracle." The dog's vitals will be shallow but stable, when Henry checks for them.
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Scientific or not though, this is unsual.
He frowns, looking back at Gale and the blood on him.
"This dog has no wounds. Did you wash your hands before seeing to him?"
Oh, he noticed the blood on them Gale, don't think he didn't.
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"Of course I did. It just --" He shakes his head, hastily moving to wash his hands now that the doctor is examining the dog. "I told you, they were there, and then the next moment they were completely gone.]
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24th
This time around, he misses dinner due having the closing shift at work. Convenience store food doesn't make for a good dinner, so Caston instead picks up a burger from the drive-through on the way home. He lets himself into the house, expecting everyone to be asleep, but it's almost as if Gale decided to wait for his return.
When his brother asks for a word, Caston nods. He's tired out from the day, but out of his three siblings, Gale's the one that Caston can never really refuse. They get along the best -- there's a reason they're living together, after all. It's not that Caston wants nothing to do with his family. It's just...
Complicated.
They sit down at the kitchen table and Caston unwraps his burger. He sends a careful glance at Gale across from him. "What is it?"
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"I don't know, exactly," he admits readily enough, taking a sip of his soda and then swirling the can in his hand. "It feels like I'm not going anywhere even more than usual, lately." He motions to the door where Daniel has locked himself in his room. "Daniel is saving up for school, and he'll likely leave soon enough -- and things will be back to normal. Even if you are getting more responsibility at work."
Boring, constant normal. He knows he should be grateful his life is no longer in turmoil, but part of him is unsettled by the idea.
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"Just because Daniel leaves doesn't mean you won't have a place in his life," Caston points out between a bite of food. Children don't work that way. Gale's accepted the boy into his life, which means that he'll be involved in his future to some extent.
But it sounds as if Gale wants something more than their usual lives in their dissatisfying jobs. At least Gale helps out animals in need of homes. All Caston does is sell snack food and toilet paper to people. "Do you not enjoy your work at the shelter?" he asks.
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"No, it -- it isn't that." He scrubs a hand over his jaw. Perhaps this was a silly idea, trying to talk to his brother about his meaningless problems.
"It doesn't feel right, sometimes. I probably just haven't been getting enough sleep."
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Oct. 27
It's so fucking unfair. Kevin never got to know his father, either, and now here Daniel is, in some other life, finally making those steps with someone when he'd just lost his mother, but it turns out to be the guy who kills him in another life. What does that even mean?
He's volleying between angry at nothing in particular, at everything, at specific people, at himself, and mostly feeling empty, hopeless. Even his life here was shit, but not quite on the same level as that. He'd gladly accept a shitty place where his murderer is brainwashed into being his father, or whatever happened, over the truth.
Of course, he has to go see Gale. Gadreel. Whoever he is. Maybe he was right to pick a public place to do this, considering how confused Daniel feels as he walks down the aisle toward the booth where Gale's sitting. He stops in front of him, staring first at the table, and then up at Gale, looking him hard in the eye, before he sits down across from him.
"What am I supposed to take away from this? In this life you're my father, but in another life, you kill me?"
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Even in this life, he'd managed to screw up enough to make some of his brothers ashamed of him. He was sure Castiel tolerated him for easy rent, now, and when Kevin looks at him he can't meet the boy's eyes.
He ordered Daniel's favorite drink, though, Kevin. Go ahead and see if it tastes different, now.
"I do not know," he says honestly, raking a hand through his hair. He finally makes eye contact with Kevin, speaking firmly. "I know that I feel sick when I think of what I did. Maybe -- what I will do? -- but that I was less restless, in the end."
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He and his father had forged something like a bond, and Daniel was getting used to the idea of finally having that father he always wondered about, but now with this new information, he's finding it difficult, or confusing, or both. While he still has positive feelings for Gale, the part of him that remembers being Kevin remembers the anger and the resignation. And maybe Kevin was okay with it, but Daniel still has the strength to be angry on his behalf.
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"-- after I was no longer deluding myself into thinking I was doing the right thing." He shakes his head. Gale, he's always tried to do the right thing too -- and it never seemed to turn out exactly right.
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25th
"This is a surprise, Gale. What did you do this time? Is Kevin all right?"
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He shifts from foot to foot and the large snake that is curled around his upper body flicks its tongue out curiously toward Luke.
"Kevin is fine. And a surprise was -- what I was hoping for, actually."
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"I take it it's about this beautiful creature wrapped around your neck, then." He admires the snake. "You wanna come in?"
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"I think that would be a good idea. It's a little could out here for the poor girl. You want to take her?"
He knows he isn't exactly being subtle, but he'd always found it hard to beat around the bush with his brothers.
26th
Your place?
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I'll come over once I pick something up?
He knows that Damien isn't exactly the biggest fan of going out, especially when there's the possibility that they might see actual people ... and frankly, right now, Gale is pretty sure that he can't handle seeing anyone who might trigger a migraine for some unknown reason. Damien seems like a safe bet, for some reason or another.
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[ Avoiding people while Damien is in a drinking mood is top priority, and aside from at work, Damien is almost always in a drinking mood. A smarter man would take the headaches the mornings after as a cue to cut that shit out, if Damien thought that was the reason for the almost daily afflictions. But lately he's had strange dreams that aren't his usual kind that make him avoid spiced rum for another few months, tinged with nostalgia that he won't bring up with casual friends like Gale. Or less casual friends.
When he gets there Damien will be polishing off a PBR a coworker had pushed off on him at the last office party. He'd shoved it deep in his fridge behind everything he'd rather drink first and until payday and therefore higher quality beer, he'll let Gale bring his own in exchange for sanctuary and time with a few sweeter dogs and less overbearing owners. ]
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Even before he catches sight of Damien, he's removing the caps off two of the beer. It doesn't occur to him until after, with his palm sliced open, that they weren't twist-offs.
Well then. A quick wipe of his hand on his jeans takes care of that for the moment, and he presses one of the chilled beers against the cut. Rather than calling for the other man, he seeks Damien and his PBR out to pass him the beer's partner.]
Here.