The Age Card (Gabriel x Reader)

THE AGE CARD

[Name] stormed into the room, with a vexed archangel following her. "Guys," she called. Two heads snapped to attention and watched the, seemingly, angry women stop in the middle of the room. Dean wondered what had managed to annoy her; meanwhile, Castiel watched his brother behind [Name]. He looked a little like a child throwing a tantrum, with his head thrown back in exasperation and a slumped posture.

"Don't bring them into this," he insisted, half-heartedly. "Just admit you’re wrong. This was fun at first, but now it’s just getting annoying."

"Shut up," [Name] snapped. Gabriel raised his hands in mock defense, a moment later he stood casually beside Dean - who cursed him under his breath when he got over the surprise. Gabriel leaned into the counter, and conjured himself up a tray of sweets as he watched her expectantly. "Where's Sam?" she asked, looking around. "Never mind, doesn't matter."

"What exactly is going on?" Dean asked, studying the two.

"[Name] can't admit she's wrong," Gabriel replied.

"Brother, I don't understand." Castiel looked at his brother in his squinted-eye manner. He had become better at emphasizing, but [Name] and Gabriel's up-and-down relationship still eluded him.

Gabriel sighed. "We're arguing." As he said this, he slowly unwrapped a chocolate bar, keeping his eyes on [Name] - who looked ready to explode.

"We're not arguing. I'm right and Gabriel is just a stubborn ass," [Name] clarified, crossing her arms and sinking her weight to one foot.

Dean mentally kicked himself for not having left earlier with his brother to get groceries, and instead staying in with Cas. He made a note to never be around when [Name] and Gabriel argued (simply because it either ended in one or both of them breaking something, or it ended in loud make-up sex). "What exactly are you two fighting about?" he asked, wanting to just get it over with.

"We're not-" [Name] was cut off by the archangel, who had since teleported himself to her side, draping his arm over her shoulder.

"Well, if we're not arguing, there shouldn't be a problem in you admitting you're wrong." Gabriel gave his usual million-dollar-smile, but [Name] wouldn't let that dissuade her this time. She brushed his arm off and walked closer to the dining room table, where Dean and Cas sat.

"Gabriel thinks the moon landing was a hoax," she stated finally.

"I don't think it was a hoax - it was. Hell, I even had a hand in it."

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Wait, what?"

"It's ridiculous, I know! There's scientific proof that we had the technology to go to the moon at the time but not to fake the landing. We have photos and audio files."

"You are having a dispute because Gabriel claims that the moon landing was staged?" Castiel clarified, he looked to Dean who returned his expression of confusion.

"Again, I don't claim that it was staged. I was right there, I can take you there and show you."

This time, when she spoke, she did so specifically to Dean. Usually, Sam was her ally in these arguments - as the angels took each others' side, and Dean often defended Cas. "He's trying to tell me that one of the most remarkable moments in human history is nothing more than a lie." When she said it like that, Dean could understand why this had annoyed her; though, he didn't understand why Gabriel wanted to trick her. Then again, he was a trickster and had once put him in an infinite loop to 'teach a lesson.'

"[Name], you do understand I'm an archangel, right? I'm just a little bit older than you," he said sarcastically, and [Name] gave an eye-roll in response. "There are somethings I know more about than you."

[Name] looked angry, almost defeated for a moment, when her eyes suddenly sparked. "Maybe I should find myself a more suitable boyfriend, then? Someone a little closer in age to me who doesn't believe the moon landing was a conspiracy," she mused, a victorious smirk plastered on her face.

"I can't believe you pulled the age card," Gabriel said in half-surprise. [Name] gave an easy shrug and sauntered out of the room, Gabriel watched her with admiration and soon followed. "Oh, that's cold."

"C'mon, Cas," Dean said, getting up.

"Where are we going?" Cas tilted his head up at the blond, honestly puzzled about why they should leave (though, by that point he should have realized the pattern).

"I don't think they're quite done arguing, yet," Dean clarified.