Ordinarily Gabriel would have been more than happy to be led to any room dedicated to Arts and Crafts, because such was the nature of those things that even Lucifer couldn't completely corrupt them. Right now, however, he was trying very hard not to feel too irritated with the nurse for insisting that he not linger too long in the sun-room. How was he meant to find his brother if he couldn't go where he knew Castiel might eventually be?
The Archangel took a deep breath and released it with a sigh, banishing his irritation at the same time. He had no proof the nurse was anything other than a manipulated soul, which meant it was hardly her fault; she was just doing her job. Besides, he hadn't been to this room yet and if everyone was meant to be there, then maybe Castiel would be as well.
The instant he was through the door Gabriel was already scanning those present, keenly aware and actively missing his extra senses for the first time since he'd arrived at the Institute. He couldn't see Castiel anywhere. Granted, it had been at least a century since he'd seen this particular little brother in person, but angels tended to stick with a chosen appearance.
Distracted and still getting used to the weight and balance of his human body, Gabriel misjudged the distance around him. He stumbled into an occupied chair, rescuing himself from falling by gripping the back of it and half trying to right it at the same time. "Oh! Forgive me, I was--I should have been paying better attention."
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Ordinarily Gabriel would have been more than happy to be led to any room dedicated to Arts and Crafts, because such was the nature of those things that even Lucifer couldn't completely corrupt them. Right now, however, he was trying very hard not to feel too irritated with the nurse for insisting that he not linger too long in the sun-room. How was he meant to find his brother if he couldn't go where he knew Castiel might eventually be?
The Archangel took a deep breath and released it with a sigh, banishing his irritation at the same time. He had no proof the nurse was anything other than a manipulated soul, which meant it was hardly her fault; she was just doing her job. Besides, he hadn't been to this room yet and if everyone was meant to be there, then maybe Castiel would be as well.
The instant he was through the door Gabriel was already scanning those present, keenly aware and actively missing his extra senses for the first time since he'd arrived at the Institute. He couldn't see Castiel anywhere. Granted, it had been at least a century since he'd seen this particular little brother in person, but angels tended to stick with a chosen appearance.
Distracted and still getting used to the weight and balance of his human body, Gabriel misjudged the distance around him. He stumbled into an occupied chair, rescuing himself from falling by gripping the back of it and half trying to right it at the same time. "Oh! Forgive me, I was--I should have been paying better attention."