A Graceful Combination 1/5
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candylovingangelTitle: A Graceful Combiniation
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
candylovinangel
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Gabriel, Richard, Jared, Jensen, Misha, Mark (In this part)
Spoilers: up until 6x11 ...maybe
Warnings: Fictional Characters + Actors = Crack from me,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything – Also the Actors here ARE NOT the real deal. I try and make their personalities somewhat close, and they still have their respective partners though RSJ here is single
Summary: Richard has no clue why it happened but it did. He had gotten into a terrible situation... and with some weird freaky stuff now going on with him it leaves Misha, Jensen and Jared unsettled and suspicious.
Word Count: 7,250
Note: I got inspired bymorganoconner 's fics Entangled and These Scattered Shards of a Broken Mirror (Piece Me Back Together). I had recently been suffering from some writer's block and this was just what I needed to inspire me and get me back on my feet.. Seriously Guys go check those out on her journal they are awesome.
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Epilouge
It’s his last day on set and Richard has already said his farewells to the cast, and to Jared, Jensen and Misha…When he got to his car he let out a long shuddering sigh and couldn’t help feeling saddened by this being most likely his last time on the set playing Gabriel. Hell he’d just finished replaying Gabriel’s death scene over and over with Mark…He didn’t know why this was bothering him. He’s just a character, just a tv show…but damn was he drained from feeling all those emotions of betrayal, hurt and sadness that he’d brought up to make it convincing.
He needed to back to his hotel and just do his thing and get Gabriel out of his head. Just…wind down and do his thing to get the archangel out of his head. But…He hadn’t been able to do that since Changing the Channels. Actually…it had gone back to Tall Tales; He knew he wouldn’t forget what happened there. He’d never forget that. He just shakes his head and starts his car and starts it. He’s barely gotten two blocks when he feels a stabbing pain in his abdomen and then he lets out a yell as he sees a truck coming right for him and he slams on the breaks, trying to swerve out of the way but then the truck swerves and slams into the driver’s side and all he can feel is pain…and yet he can’t help thinking, First Gabriel, now me… And then there’s darkness…
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Everyone on set and in the trailers heard the yell and then the crunch of metal on metal. Everyone. There was a flood of running people. They all ran out to see what had happened and there now a block and a half from the set is Richard’s wrecked rental car. The director already had his cell out when Misha Jared and Jensen got there.
“Holy shit!” Jensen breathed as Misha went forward, noticing just how upset everyone there was. Hell He could feel the shock and fear going through his body but he had to see if Richard was still alive… It was then that he was able to see the real damage.
The truck had crashed headlong into the driver’s side and well, as expected Richard looked like hell. The very definition of it. Gashes all over what Misha can see of him. Misha thought the man dead but then he saw Richard was breathing… barely. Then even more incredible for someone in his battered up and crushed state…Richard somehow manages to open his eyes even if slowly and Misha finds himself at the door. Richard looked to Misha and all Misha could see in those hazel eyes were pain, confusion and fear.
“M…Misha…” He mumbled weakly as blood ran down the side of his mouth, “H..help…please..” His voice a weak whimper, a weak plea... Misha saw the light in Richard’s eyes dimming. Misha looked to the side.
“HE’S ALIVE! STOP GAWKING AND HELP ME OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!” He yelled as he struggled to open the crushed car door on his own, panic gnawing at his gut, knowing instinctively that Richard wasn’t going to make it if they didn’t get him out soon. He heard the sound of several pairs of feet, and saw Jared, Jensen, Mark and the director come to help him.
“Hey, Rich, can you hear us?” Mark asks, his voice holding a quiet panic as they all pulled against the door.
“Gimmie a sec to…to not hear the horn…still in my…ears…” He mumbled, swallowing spit and blood. He was fading fast, that much Misha could tell as they finally got the door off as they heard the ambulance getting closer, and Misha went to Richard and carefully lifted him out of the wreck, Richard letting out a raw yell of agony at the pain that seemed to explode through the shorter man’s ruined frame.
Misha had noticed when unbuckling Richard the way the seatbelt had slashed into his friend’s chest and it got worse by his abdomen, close to where the seatbelt joins with the belt at the bottom.
He noticed everyone nearby wince at the yell from Richard. Misha watched helplessly as Richard’s face screwed up in pain and he then relaxed and went still as the ambulance arrived. Richard’s clothes were stained with blood, clothes that were from the wardrobe department he noticed. Richard hadn’t changed out of the clothes before walking off the set. He must have been planning to turn them in, in the morning…So much for that.
The medics took Richard from Misha and put him on a stretcher and immediately felt for a pulse.
“He’s not breathing! No pulse…CPR!” The medic said that was announcing this to the comrades and Misha, Jared, Jensen, Mark and the director just… watched in shock as the medics tried to get Richard back by using CPR before they rushed him to the ambulance and Misha ran after them, and no-one stopped him, not even the medics when he hopped into the back of the ambulance and they started using the defibulator.
“Clear!” One of them called as the ambulance started its wailing screech of a siren and started moving. Then they tried it again. No response from Richard. Misha swore the air inside the car got warmer for a moment before he spoke to Richard’s prone form, his voice demanding and pleading, desperate at the same time...
“Richard come on you bastard, wake up or at least fucking breathe!”
“Clear!” And again nothing and the medic with the defibs in his hands sighed, “I’m going to call it. Time of dea-“
“No,” Misha says sharply, cutting him off, “One more time,” He says stubbornly and the medic nods and presses the defibs to Richard’s ruined chest and at first there’s nothing and the medic had already put the defibs away when there was a beep on the screen and Richard took in a breath, stubbornly holding onto life as the beeps got faster, Richard’s heart coming back up to speed with that lungful of air as he then went to quiet breathing…
The ride to the hospital felt way too slow for Misha even as they came to a stop and Richard was rushed out of the back of the ambulance having been hooked up to a ton of shit and they were trying to keep him from bleeding out even as they ran into the ER, a doctor stopping Misha at the doors and pointing to the waiting room, where Misha reluctantly sat.
Several very tense hours later the doctors came out to a waiting room that had Misha, Jensen, Jared, and Mark sitting with coffee in their hands, and all of them looked up to the doctor. The doctor’s hands were covered in what was clearly Richard’s blood the crimson red contrasting the white gloves. The doctor gave a heavy sigh.
“Well…Good news is that he’s stable and his vitals have returned to normal…We were able to patch him up just fine…He his injuries should heal up fine…” He then hesitated and that’s when Jared spoke up.
“But?”
The doctor sighed heavily and looked at them all, “He slipped into a coma…We don’t know if he will ever come out of it.” The doctor watched the three pale before he gave them Richard’s room number. Room 101.
Two long weeks passed by in which the boys visited frequently, Misha more so than the others, seeing as he and Richard had been better friends than Richard had been with the two Js. Other members from the cast, set and even the press and former co-stars that had been in movies with Richard had come and given gifts and flowers and all that wonderful Get well décor. Misha himself was getting dark circles under his eyes that the makeup department was scolding him about, saying he ought to sleep, his other co-stars and friends saying the same. Misha just plain looked like hell from worrying over Richard. Though it was nothing compared to how thin and pale Richard was in that bed, being fed through a feeding tube due to lack of consciousness and hooked up to all sorts of devises, a few of which Misha knew the purposes for. Misha let out a sigh and got up looking at Richard with the same sad frown he’d worn every day before he left to go to his trailer and not get any sleep again.
It was three weeks in when Richard actually saw something…It wasn’t much but it was better than being in lonely darkness. He saw a pulsating orb of soft white light. He tried to reach out and touch it and longed to hold it for some reason but he couldn’t move… He tried several times but then gave up and just watched it tiredly; feeling so alone in this dark campus of what he figured was his mind…
Five weeks later and the only one still coming frequently was Misha. The boys coming on occasion but all in all it was just Misha. He looked like he’d gotten a bit more sleep than three weeks ago, but he still had dark shadows under his eyes even as he reflected on what the doctors said as Misha’s eyes going to the broken left arm and then the broken right leg as well as the bandages on Richard’s face and arms and under the hospital clothes on his chest. He couldn’t understand why Richard’s body wasn’t healing up the wounds there...
“It’s like…like he’s stopped trying. Like he’s given up and is just waiting for death,” The doctor had said earlier and even now Misha was still stunned as he went over to the older man and took a hold of both hands, noticing how cold Richard is.
“Come on, Richard…please don’t give up, keep fighting.” He whispered, squeezing Richard’s cold hands with his warm ones.
“Can you hear me? Come on we still have pranks to pull…”
--
He was now in blurry surroundings and that weird orb was still there even as Richard noticed his hands were warmer now and he thought he heard a voice but he disregarded it. He was in too much pain to care. And if that meant dying then he was all for it.
He blinks when he sees the orb shift around almost frantically and the surroundings got clearer and he noticed he was in a room that looked way too familiar and he sniffed as he smelled the stench of something burned and he looked down to see…What the hell? He saw himself on the ground except…no it wasn’t him…He saw smoke coming from a clear stab wound to the abdomen and he saw the shadows of wings on the ground. Then the orb hovered over the body of…Well him he guessed except well it…was different they’d never even shown him how huge Gabriel’s wings were cause they hadn’t even started working on the special effects yet! He watched as the orb went right to his or…Gabriel’s chest? He saw eyes flutter open and saw the grimace of pain as those eyes found his.
“Well are you gonna just stand there? Come on! I need help here!” he said and Richard blinked. That was the tone of voice he used for Gabriel, it was just a bit lower than his own voice.
“I don’t get it…” He muttered as he just then noticed the wings on the ground shift and become clearer and he actually saw individual feathers come into existence, and those wings rustled and moved and now Richard was pretty sure he was going crazy.
“It’s simple really,” Came the voice, clear cut with sarcasm and pain, “Just get the damn sword out.” Richard blinks and looks to Gabriel on the ground because now he’s sure it is as he reaches down and pulls the sword out unceremoniously, which gets Gabriel to use an impressive amount of swear words.
“Got quite a mouth for an angel,” Richard observes as he actually sees Gabriel’s mouth twitch in a bit of a smile as Richard offers a hand and Gabriel takes it and Richard helps him up. Damn, he sure felt real; even as he noticed the wings shift as if in impatience. Gabriel leaned against Richard heavily as he brought a hand to his wound and scoffed at it as if it were a petty yet hard reminder of what had happened. Richard noticed that Gabriel smelled like he imagined the angel would smell like because of his guise as a trickster. Candy. The smell actually seemed to tickle his nose and he saw Gabriel smirk at him for a moment as Richard helped the angel out of the room.
“Gotta say, this is a weirdass dream,” He says as he finds there wasn’t a hallway outside the doors like there’s supposed to be, but he finds himself leading Gabriel into his apartment.
“You know it’s not a dream,” Gabriel says calmly as he is set down on the couch and Richard sits down next to him, “Okay well…the surroundings are basically like a dream, but you and I are real.”
“Gabriel, you’re not real. You’re just a character from a tv show that I act on! You…you can’t be real,” He says with something a bit like panic, afraid he’d lost it because he was just so lonely and had needed a person to talk to…
“I am real, but not here in your reality. To you and everyone else, I and everyone else I know are just characters. I lived in a world where they are very real,” Gabriel says calmly and slowly as if trying to make Richard understand. Richard sighed and let his hand run through his hair as he digested what Gabriel was saying.
“Okay…so say this is real. Why are you invading my personal space here?” He asked, and that got a saddened look from Gabriel and he looked away.
“Because…we died at the same time…or near the same time…and well I’m bound to you. When I died I was banished from my world…Well I didn’t really die but my vessel did when Lucifer stabbed me…my vessel was an alternate version of you. There’s always some sort of version of someone in every reality. That’s something your writers missed. Archangels are immortal; we don’t die as much as we… get banished from that world we were originally from. It just looks like we died to everyone else,” Gabriel takes a breath and grimaces at the wound to his abdomen.
“And it hurts like a bitch, as well as drains the power…I basically had nothing when I found myself here in your world right next to the ambulance. I saw you and your friend, the one that looks like Cas, and I heard him trying to get you to come back and I…I saw just how dim your soul was, how weak it was from how battered your body is…So I interfered and since you weren’t really around to say yes or no I…-“
“--Entered my body and brought me back? Even with a limited amount of power?” Richard interrupts and Gabriel nods.
“It wasn’t easy. It hasn’t been easy, keeping you alive when you’re all too ready to give up and die. You’ve flatlined four times total, and that’s counting the time you flatlined in the arms of your friend. I’ve been trying to communicate with you for weeks now, but you’ve been too out of it and I haven’t had quite the strength to pull it off, even now it’s draining, but well this is desperation here, since I know you are in so much pain…but you’re keeping your body from healing the way it should. I had to do something. I don’t want you giving up.” He finished his voice weaker and Richard wasn’t sure what to say, there was too much explanation for this for it to actually be a dream… then he remembered that orb he’d been seeing.
“Wait, that was you? That orb of light?” He asked, shock coloring his voice.
“Yes. Like I said I was getting my strength back, or I would have contacted you sooner…But I’m still so…drained, especially since I wasn’t ready for this,” Gabriel mumbled and Richard was alarmed by just how tired the angel was now, and was actually getting comfortable enough for it to show, but he smiled at Richard, “But hey I had to try.” Richard couldn’t help smiling back at him.
That was when one of the wings wrapped around Richard, soft feathers brushing against his bare arms and he tensed. Gabriel was laughing at him.
“Ease up, Richard! I’m not going to hurt you,” Gabriel says with something like amusement in his voice and Richard does. He relaxes his shoulders and takes a hold of the white wing and starts stroking the feathers silently, amazed by how soft they were. He glanced to Gabriel and saw the angel actually looked shocked.
“You’re the first person to actually listen to something I said…Even with what you know of me through your acting…You’re at ease…why?” He asked and Richard looked to him, shrugging slightly, still running fingers along the smooth and soft feathers.
“I don’t know. It just feels right. You said you weren’t going to hurt me and I believe you,” He said with a smile and that’s when he notices the warmth on his hands again. He felt one get squeezed as he looked to Gabriel, “And I trust you like I trust Misha.” Gabriel beamed at him as if Richard had solved some sort of puzzle even as he finds he could squeeze the hand back as he actually became aware of his surroundings as he heard the distinctive snap of fingers.
“Come on Richard…I’ll give you all the chocolate Mousse you want…”
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Jared and Jensen watched Misha silently. The older man had been trying to get Richard to wake up for the past hour, despite the injured man muttering very faintly. They watched as Misha promised Richard chocolate mousse if he woke up, the dessert being Richard’s favorite. Misha sighed and started to bring his hands away when they all saw Richard’s hands fist up and fingers curl through Misha’s to keep him there.
“That a promise?” Richard asked in a weak and hoarse voice, eyes somewhat clouded until he blinked them a few times and they cleared up and he seemed to be taking in what was going on as Misha, Jared and Jensen cheered and Misha looked about ready to cry in happiness as he hugged Richard close.
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Richard let out a yelp of pain when Misha hugged him, feeling broken ribs send him slicing pain as well as the injuries he was just noticing on his chest flared up in protest. His friend backed off when he yelped and looked almost ashamed for having forgotten about the injuries.
“Sorry,” Misha muttered but Richard waved it off even as the pain faded to a dull throb as he saw Jensen and Jared and smiled at them and waved them over with his right arm, the one that wasn’t broken. One thing Richard noticed that was new to him was a odd warmth in his chest. He couldn’t help feeling at ease, peaceful, because of this newfound warmth…
He smiled at them all and said, “Thanks guys, for being here. You’re all awesome friends,” He said with a light happiness to his voice as the pain became like a scratch to be itched and he found it somewhat irritating. He couldn’t help but wonder if that dream had really been…well real. It had felt real enough…It was then that warmth seemed to wash over his aching limbs and painful wounds and the pain was somehow extinguished even as Misha smiled as did Jared and Jensen.
They were there for a while, talking. Richard mostly listening as they caught him up on what had been going on with the set and how worried everyone is for him. He saw the dark circles under Misha’s eyes and he couldn’t help but wonder how many nights Misha had been there in that hospital room watching him quietly.
A doctor came in after a while and blinked in shock, it was a female doctor, her hair long and black with brown eyes as she looked at the three around Richard’s bed and scowled at them.
“He’s awake? Why didn’t you tell anyone?” She asked, Richard still feeling that comfortable warmth in his chest. He vaguely noticed dull throbbing pain in his ribs and arm and leg and abdomen but other than that…
“Sorry, we just wanted to talk with him, we weren’t really thinking,” Jensen said sweetly as the doctor came over and started to do a check up of Richard and she let out a gasp when she unwrapped bandages on his arms.
“What is it?” He asked even as she tore off bandages all over him up til his abdomen.
“All of the wounds on your arms and legs…they’re completely healed!” Richard blinked in shock whereas the others exchanged hitched breaths of shock and came over to see for themselves.
“I thought you guys had said he wasn’t recovering because his body had given up? Misha asked and Richard blinked. That had echoed something Gabriel had said, about Richard’s body shutting down because he had wanted to escape the pain…
“Say what now?” He asked but no-one was listening to him.
“Yes, it’s what we said, but look at him! He’s basically all healed up but for that wound to his abdomen…It’s some sort of miracle.” She said as Richard looked dumbstruck as she put a cold stethoscope to his chest as a voice whispered in his ear.
You’re welcome. The voice is smug, and it’s Gabriel’s and that has Richard yelping and getting him a laugh from the doctor.
“Sorry, the stethoscope can be rather cold,” the doctor said as she moved it to another spot on Richard’s chest. That was when he was grateful for the timing of his reaction even as he saw the boys that were his friends rolling their eyes, quite literally humming with energy as they waited impatiently for the doctor to finish.
“Well clearly his ribs and his arm and leg need to heal as well as that wound to his abdomen, and get a few actual meals in him…But he’s good to go in another day or so. Though…that wound on his abdomen…if I know better a knife or some sort of blade could have caused it instead of the seatbelts…” The doctor says the last part absently but Richard has no control over the grimace and the wave of fear and betrayal that goes through him, or stopping the look from getting on his face, and he wasn’t the one that did it…He saw Misha frown at him as the look crossed his face. Shit. Misha was one of the most perceptive people he knew and he never missed a thing.
Unfortunately when Jared and Jensen left a few hours later Misha stayed behind. That’s when Misha decided to pounce, even though at the time Richard wasn’t feeling too great, his ribs ached as did his arm and leg, which was annoying, yet at the same time that warmth was keeping him reasonably comfortable and it was lulling him into a state of ease and his eyes were just starting to become heavy with sleep when Misha spoke.
“So what happened before you crashed?” He said with a frown, watching Richard as the actor rubbed sleep out of his eyes and frowned at Misha, he only really did remember bits and pieces from what happened…
“Hm…Well I remember getting into the car a bit drained and tired, you know how it is after you’ve shot an emotional scene over and over…It’s weird though, I don’t really remember registering that truck at first…But…I swear there was this stabbing pain right before I noticed the truck and slammed on the brakes…Must have been the seatbelts or something,” he said calmly, noticing the warmth seeming to kinda…pulse and send a wave of warmth over him, which made it all too easy to slip into sleep…sweet blissful sleep…
Next thing he knows Misha is snapping his fingers and Richard’s starting and he’s letting out a snarl at the renewed pain from his ribs though that was almost instantly quelled for some reason, no pain…Weird.
“Hey, I’m not boring you am I?” Misha says with a raised brow.
“Actually you kinda are,” He finds himself saying with a smirk on his face that he didn’t put there, words he didn’t speak…But Misha’s rolling his eyes.
“Sorry, I know you’re tired but I need you to tell me everything…So back to this stabbing pain…Was it like stabbing pain as in Gabriel’s death scene kind of stab?” He asked, watching Richard closely.
“Look Misha, I don’t know what it feels like to be stabbed. Maybe I just imagined it is all,” He sighs out.
But I didn’t imagine it. What the hell is happening to me? He asks himself in quiet panic.
You must be more tuned in to me than I thought… Came Gabriel’s voice and it was all Richard could do not to say that he wasn’t talking to the archangel, if he really was there but gah! He just wanted to stop thinking about all this! It made his head hurt.
“Hm…still doesn’t explain your reaction when she said it was like a blade or a knife did it,” Misha says calmly, and with a hint of suspicion behind his words, his light blue eyes on Richard’s hazel. Hell, Richard could feel the suspicion oozing out of Misha. Richard had been able to read so much more into people since Tall Tales that sometimes it freaked him out. This wasn’t one of those times.
“I don’t know Misha, really. I don’t know what it feels like to be stabbed besides with something fake and that won’t hurt me. Not to mention I walked off that set feeling like I had died only to get in that wreck. I hadn’t had any time to calm down like I usually do.” He says with a growl to his voice that had Misha silent for a moment but Misha pressed on.
“You know as well as I do that that is a bunch of bullshit Richard. You’re not one to get that deep into your character. I know I hate feeling like a dick at the end of the day after playing Cas, but I get over it in five minutes!”
Want me to knock him out? Gabriel asked, annoyed with the questioning.
No. Because when he wakes he’ll be pissed and even more suspicious. Not to mention I don’t think you have that kind of power right now. He said to the archangel testily, not know how he knew how to respond to him silently like that but hey it was a good thing he could.
“No, Misha. Especially since driving two blocks takes one fucking minute,” Richard said testily before massaging his forehead with two fingers, getting a headache from this discussion. He saw Misha almost relent. Almost. It was those fucking eyes that seemed to look into his very soul. He hated when Misha would give him that look.
“Okay, okay. But there’s still two things bugging me…” He said as he ran a hand through his already messy hair, looking more his age now more than ever.
“And what’s that?” He asks, curious to learn about what may be a tell tale sign that he’s hiding a fugitive supposed to be dead fictional archangel.
“It’s just…you’re defensive, more so than usual, and they way you paused just now…it was almost as if you were having a conversation with someone silently. It was that kind of pause, not the thinking kind of pause,” Misha says watching as Richard laughs. Yes, laughs because Misha had nailed it and he didn’t really even know it.
“What?” Misha asked with a curious head tilt that was more often on Castiel than the actor.
“I don’t know about but most normal people come up with crazy shit like that when they are tired as hell, and judging from the circles under your eyes, I think you count as tired as hell,” He says with a faint chuckle and he was glad to see his friend smile and laugh before he hugged Richard carefully, Richard’s ribs no longer paining him.
“Fine, I’ll come back after work. Want me to bring you anything?” He asks as he pulls away.
“Yeah…out of here...and well clothes, chocolate mousse and …a shitload of candy,” He says, and that got a raised brow from Misha.
“You don’t like candy all that much, remember?” Misha says, eyeing him suspiciously again.
“I know what I like Misha. I just want candy,” He said, the longing clear and even he couldn’t explain the way his mouth was watering at the thought. Oh shit! He…hated to admit it but he is slowly becoming Gabriel! That had to be it, after all Gabriel had mentioned some sort of bond between them…
Misha looked Richard over for a long moment before he left, and when he did, Richard let out a long sigh.
Richard…You do know that since I am bound to your soul…I’m not going to be going anywhere right? But that doesn’t mean I’ll steal your body from you. I know you have a life and there is no apocalypse here that I have to avoid…I just am here for the sake of being here…You can keep going with your life…but there’s going to be some personality bleed with my grace and your soul right next to each other…
So that warmth in his chest…That pleasing comforting warmth is-
Me, yeah. And feel that? Richard blinks at the odd question but then he feels it. Man…It was all he could do to keep from groaning as he actually felt feathers tickling the inside of the very skin of his back. Even contained they felt so…soft when he could move them. He moved them.
Are they yours? He asked as he let himself start drifting off again as he settled into the pillows of the bed.
No. They’re yours. That has Richard stiffening in shock.
How? He asks in shock and he could swear Gabriel is laughing at him.
The moment you walked onto the set of Supernatural and started reenacting me, really that’s when I became aware of you. I think you got some of my power that day. Don’t you remember it?
He did remember it. He remembered the fiery hot pain in his chest in the middle of that scene in Tall Tales. It had been the one where he was talking to the boys, leading them around the dead professor’s office, just chatting with them, answering questions and laughing at something Dean says. He remembered it was the third take since the boys had messed up the second take by goofing off. He’d been in the middle of the laugh when the pain had hit hi, and he’d gone from a chuckle to a yelp of pain and his face contorting in pain. He remembered the stunned shock and worry on Jared and Jensen’s face as he fell to his knees, hand clenched over his chest. Though now that he thought about it, he had felt an uncomfortable itching at his back, but at the time he’d thought he was having a heart attack…He remembered the giant that is Jared lifting him up and wrapping his arms around him, he remembered their warmth as Jared started talking him, telling him to calm down and to take deep breaths. Jared had held him for no more than a second when he passed out, but he still remembered the panic on the crew’s faces. He’d woken up hours later to find himself on the soft bed in his trailer and feeling a cold stethoscope as some sort of doctor was checking him over. He remembered almost right after she pulled it away, feeling a warmth in his chest and then something stirring or…awakening. It was like some sort of sixth sense because now he was suddenly overwhelmed by worry that was not his own, it was coming from Jared and Jensen he realized as he opened his eyes. Ever since then he’d been able to sense the true moods of people around him, and if they were depressed or sad about something he’d do his best to help them. He’d like to think this awareness had helped make him into a better person. That and he’d also found more humor in things and happily shared that humor with his co-workers and family.
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Richard wasn’t aware of having fallen asleep while recalling the incident, but he noticed he had when he saw Gabriel sitting next to him and smirking.
“Huh. That’s actually pretty interesting there. I didn’t think you had gotten that bit of my power, to sense the true emotions of those around you,” Gabriel said with a smile on his face that looks so much like Richard’s…that is Richard’s. Richard smiled back at him and then frowned in thought.
“You know…I’ve been wondering, who is your vessel? I know he looks like me but well..is he me? Like your universes’ version? Or is he some random guy who could stand your grace?” He says and he sees Gabriel smirk.
“Hah! You’re smarter than you let on. Yes that person is another version of you but not quite as fun or intelligent. There’s always a constant in every reality. In almost every reality I’ve seen there’s almost always some version of you,” Gabriel explained but then he started laughing at the look on Richard’s face.
“I’m a universal constant? That’s…HOLY CRAP! I don’t really know what to say but that,” He said with a slight laugh.
“Well, be happy that you’re that impressionable a guy,” Gabriel says with a chuckle and Richard couldn’t help the smile. He is glad Gabriel is there.
--
The boys had finally finished shooting the longass workday and they were sitting down at a small table drinking water and still in costume. Misha was fooling around with his waterbottle and he really didn’t feel like leaving just yet, even if he did have chocolate mousse and the candy as well as a change of clothes for Richard in his trailer. He really did need to go to see Richard but…he didn’t know why he was hesitating in going there.
“Hello~ Earth to Misha!” Jared’s voice, sharp as he snapped his fingers and watched Misha get startled out of his thoughts.
“Hm? What? Misha asked as Jared and Jensen exchanges looks and Jared rolled his eyes at Misha.
“Dude you’ve been eerily quiet all day long. What’s wrong?” Jared asked as Jensen leaned forward with interest, looking between the two.
“Ah..it’s nothing really, just thinking about Richard. He..I don’t know how I know but there’s-“
“Something off about him?” Jensen cut in, getting a startled nod from Misha before he nodded. “Yeah I noticed it too, so did Jared, right?” He said looking to Jared who nodded in agreement.
“Yeah well I was talking to hm after you guys left and well I could tell he is hiding something. I was asking him about the accident and…well he said that wound to his abdomen, the one that the doctor said his wound looked like it was a stab wound?” He said watching the boys nods before continuing, “He said he felt that the few seconds before the crash he felt a stabbing pain right where the wound is, but then seconds after he said he could have just imagined it…” Misha fell silent and Jared let out a thoughtful sound, getting the other two to look at him.
“You know what I find weird? The way his wounds just BAM healed. Like I could tell he was in a massive amount of pain when you hugged him and then the next he’s all healed! How does that even happen?” Jared asked in confusion, pushing back some of his stray ever growing hair.
“Maybe it’s what the doctor said, a miracle. It’s a miracle he even got out of the coma. Hell, it’s a miracle he was brought back four times, but really let’s just not touch that one. There are just some things we can’t explain,” Jensen said with a shrug as the other two frowned and Misha spoke.
“Jensen, those weren’t miracle, I know it. Something was healing him and he honestly didn’t seem to be in that much shock when the doctor mentioned it. I-“ He was cut off by his cell phone ringing and he picked it up and answered the call, “Hey Richard. Yeah. Yeah, sorry just talking to the guys,” He says calmly and he rolled his eyes. “Yes Richard I have the chocolate mousse and candy. Yeah and your clothes. Okay! I’ll bring you some—Wait NO! We’re supposed to be giving you decent food not all crap like this! I’m not giving you anymore junk after this. Geez Richard you really do want to give yourself a heart attack from the sounds of it…Dude it’s all sweets you want. No. The longer the keep talking the longer I’m delayed. Okay, bye.” Misha looked up to the two who looked like they couldn’t figure out whether to laugh or be worried as Misha hung up and slipped the phone in his pockets.
“We’re coming with you, sounds like he has a real hard on for sweets right now, and I don’t wanna miss this,” Jared says with a smirk.
“And of course we all know he doesn’t like sweets all that much, this is so not like him,” Jensen says as they all stand up.
“I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot by my car,” Misha said before the other two nodded.
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I blame you for this, normally I hate eating too many sweets at once. Richard grumbled to Gabriel who was laughing his ass off as Richard was uncontrollably shoveling down the candy that had been brought to him by Misha, Jared and Jensen who were all watching him with looks of shock on their faces.
And they know this, Gabriel! If they were suspicious before they’re beyond it now! And…wait a sec! You put a fucking spell on me didn’t you?!
Haha, yup. You need to learn to love candy or I’ll keep this going forever. He could hear the amusement in the archangel’s voice as Richard finished off the pile.
“This reminds me of ‘My Bloody Valentine’. Richard please get a hold of yourself! You’re scaring me.” Jared said with the other two agreeing. Richard could sense the concern and worry coming from them even as Gabriel was sorely tempted to make more candy to appear.
Don’t. You. Dare. I suggest you stop. He told Gabriel in a low growl. Gabriel sighed and Richard was able to swallow the last mouthful of Candy and now no longer had the craving. He now felt like he was going to throw up as he shifted his left arm, the one in a white cast.
I hate you, He grumbled fondly at the archangel who snorted.
I know you do, but you gotta admit, the dumbfounded look on their faces are worth it. Richard sat up and let out a hiss at the pain from his abdomen and arm and leg…
“Richard what’s going on with you? Hell this isn’t you. Ever since you woke up you’ve been acting different…but this…this tops it all. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were intentionally acting like—“
“Gabriel.” Jensen finished and Gabriel made Richard smirk before Richard could stop it. Richard immediately improvised.
“So you guys finally got it! I was wondering how long it would take for you guys to figure it out,” He said, laughing and grinning. Misha’s eyes widened as did Jensen’s but Jared started laughing his ass off.
Nice one, Gabriel said with a slight laugh.
“You ate all that candy as a final resort?! Rich, how are you not sick?!” Misha asked in shock as he went over to Richard who smiled weakly.
“Well…about that…” He got out of the bed and limped painfully over to the bathroom and he felt his stomach clench and promptly vomited into the toilet.
“Dude, Rich, next time you want to pull off something like that and act like Gabe, don’t make yourself sick,” Jared said as he patted Richard’s back, scolding him as Richard heaved out the pound of candy he’d eaten.
“What about all that stuff from last night though?” Misha asked as he leaned against the doorway to the bathroom, Jensen following silently almost like a ghost.
“What about it? I wasn’t acting there I…” He shudders and heaved one more time he paused and wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet and Jared helped him up and he looked to Misha, “Why would I lie about that?” He asked and Misha fidgeted a bit looking a bit ashamed.
“Oh…” Misha said as Jared helped Richard back to the bed. Richard sat on it for a moment and ran his uninjured hand through his hair, he was bored and restless here, he needed somewhere else to stay… Jensen seemed to read Richard’s expression accurately..
“You’re bored out of your mind here aren’t you?” Jensen asked softly and Richard nodded, “Well, you can stay in my trailer if you want. I can get the guys on the set to get the crew to get one for you to stay in.”
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Jensen watched as the offer sunk in with Richard, who looked shocked for a moment before the first pure, untainted smile lit up his face since the accident. He smiled at Jensen like he was the only person in the room. Jensen saw the smile reached Richard’s eyes, which expressed his gratitude.
“Thanks, Jensen, really,” He said softly the gratitude clear in his voice as Misha shifted and came into the room again.
“I could come by and drop your stuff off. I’ve been holding onto it since the accident,” Misha said as Richard shot a grateful smile towards Misha.
“Oh! Did you bring the clothes I asked for?” Richard asked as he saw Misha go to a duffel bag by a chair and he brings it over to Richard who thanked him before getting up and pulling the curtains around the bed. They could only see his legs and they could see him struggling to get a pantleg over the cast. He finally got the jeans over it and pushed aside the curtains. He was grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“They told me earlier that I could check out when I was ready so…Lets blow joanstown hm?” He says with a very Gabriel-like smirk that had them laughing. Richard was the last to leave the room. Jensen closed the door behind Richard and paused when he didn’t see any candy wrappers in the room by the bed where he knew they had been. Huh, whatever one of the others must have cleaned it up…
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Author:
candylovinangelRating: PG-13
Characters: Gabriel, Richard, Jared, Jensen, Misha, Mark (In this part)
Spoilers: up until 6x11 ...maybe
Warnings: Fictional Characters + Actors = Crack from me,
Disclaimer: I don't own anything – Also the Actors here ARE NOT the real deal. I try and make their personalities somewhat close, and they still have their respective partners though RSJ here is single
Summary: Richard has no clue why it happened but it did. He had gotten into a terrible situation... and with some weird freaky stuff now going on with him it leaves Misha, Jensen and Jared unsettled and suspicious.
Word Count: 7,250
Note: I got inspired by
morganoconner 's fics Entangled and These Scattered Shards of a Broken Mirror (Piece Me Back Together). I had recently been suffering from some writer's block and this was just what I needed to inspire me and get me back on my feet.. Seriously Guys go check those out on her journal they are awesome.Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Epilouge
It’s his last day on set and Richard has already said his farewells to the cast, and to Jared, Jensen and Misha…When he got to his car he let out a long shuddering sigh and couldn’t help feeling saddened by this being most likely his last time on the set playing Gabriel. Hell he’d just finished replaying Gabriel’s death scene over and over with Mark…He didn’t know why this was bothering him. He’s just a character, just a tv show…but damn was he drained from feeling all those emotions of betrayal, hurt and sadness that he’d brought up to make it convincing.
He needed to back to his hotel and just do his thing and get Gabriel out of his head. Just…wind down and do his thing to get the archangel out of his head. But…He hadn’t been able to do that since Changing the Channels. Actually…it had gone back to Tall Tales; He knew he wouldn’t forget what happened there. He’d never forget that. He just shakes his head and starts his car and starts it. He’s barely gotten two blocks when he feels a stabbing pain in his abdomen and then he lets out a yell as he sees a truck coming right for him and he slams on the breaks, trying to swerve out of the way but then the truck swerves and slams into the driver’s side and all he can feel is pain…and yet he can’t help thinking, First Gabriel, now me… And then there’s darkness…
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Everyone on set and in the trailers heard the yell and then the crunch of metal on metal. Everyone. There was a flood of running people. They all ran out to see what had happened and there now a block and a half from the set is Richard’s wrecked rental car. The director already had his cell out when Misha Jared and Jensen got there.
“Holy shit!” Jensen breathed as Misha went forward, noticing just how upset everyone there was. Hell He could feel the shock and fear going through his body but he had to see if Richard was still alive… It was then that he was able to see the real damage.
The truck had crashed headlong into the driver’s side and well, as expected Richard looked like hell. The very definition of it. Gashes all over what Misha can see of him. Misha thought the man dead but then he saw Richard was breathing… barely. Then even more incredible for someone in his battered up and crushed state…Richard somehow manages to open his eyes even if slowly and Misha finds himself at the door. Richard looked to Misha and all Misha could see in those hazel eyes were pain, confusion and fear.
“M…Misha…” He mumbled weakly as blood ran down the side of his mouth, “H..help…please..” His voice a weak whimper, a weak plea... Misha saw the light in Richard’s eyes dimming. Misha looked to the side.
“HE’S ALIVE! STOP GAWKING AND HELP ME OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!” He yelled as he struggled to open the crushed car door on his own, panic gnawing at his gut, knowing instinctively that Richard wasn’t going to make it if they didn’t get him out soon. He heard the sound of several pairs of feet, and saw Jared, Jensen, Mark and the director come to help him.
“Hey, Rich, can you hear us?” Mark asks, his voice holding a quiet panic as they all pulled against the door.
“Gimmie a sec to…to not hear the horn…still in my…ears…” He mumbled, swallowing spit and blood. He was fading fast, that much Misha could tell as they finally got the door off as they heard the ambulance getting closer, and Misha went to Richard and carefully lifted him out of the wreck, Richard letting out a raw yell of agony at the pain that seemed to explode through the shorter man’s ruined frame.
Misha had noticed when unbuckling Richard the way the seatbelt had slashed into his friend’s chest and it got worse by his abdomen, close to where the seatbelt joins with the belt at the bottom.
He noticed everyone nearby wince at the yell from Richard. Misha watched helplessly as Richard’s face screwed up in pain and he then relaxed and went still as the ambulance arrived. Richard’s clothes were stained with blood, clothes that were from the wardrobe department he noticed. Richard hadn’t changed out of the clothes before walking off the set. He must have been planning to turn them in, in the morning…So much for that.
The medics took Richard from Misha and put him on a stretcher and immediately felt for a pulse.
“He’s not breathing! No pulse…CPR!” The medic said that was announcing this to the comrades and Misha, Jared, Jensen, Mark and the director just… watched in shock as the medics tried to get Richard back by using CPR before they rushed him to the ambulance and Misha ran after them, and no-one stopped him, not even the medics when he hopped into the back of the ambulance and they started using the defibulator.
“Clear!” One of them called as the ambulance started its wailing screech of a siren and started moving. Then they tried it again. No response from Richard. Misha swore the air inside the car got warmer for a moment before he spoke to Richard’s prone form, his voice demanding and pleading, desperate at the same time...
“Richard come on you bastard, wake up or at least fucking breathe!”
“Clear!” And again nothing and the medic with the defibs in his hands sighed, “I’m going to call it. Time of dea-“
“No,” Misha says sharply, cutting him off, “One more time,” He says stubbornly and the medic nods and presses the defibs to Richard’s ruined chest and at first there’s nothing and the medic had already put the defibs away when there was a beep on the screen and Richard took in a breath, stubbornly holding onto life as the beeps got faster, Richard’s heart coming back up to speed with that lungful of air as he then went to quiet breathing…
The ride to the hospital felt way too slow for Misha even as they came to a stop and Richard was rushed out of the back of the ambulance having been hooked up to a ton of shit and they were trying to keep him from bleeding out even as they ran into the ER, a doctor stopping Misha at the doors and pointing to the waiting room, where Misha reluctantly sat.
Several very tense hours later the doctors came out to a waiting room that had Misha, Jensen, Jared, and Mark sitting with coffee in their hands, and all of them looked up to the doctor. The doctor’s hands were covered in what was clearly Richard’s blood the crimson red contrasting the white gloves. The doctor gave a heavy sigh.
“Well…Good news is that he’s stable and his vitals have returned to normal…We were able to patch him up just fine…He his injuries should heal up fine…” He then hesitated and that’s when Jared spoke up.
“But?”
The doctor sighed heavily and looked at them all, “He slipped into a coma…We don’t know if he will ever come out of it.” The doctor watched the three pale before he gave them Richard’s room number. Room 101.
Two long weeks passed by in which the boys visited frequently, Misha more so than the others, seeing as he and Richard had been better friends than Richard had been with the two Js. Other members from the cast, set and even the press and former co-stars that had been in movies with Richard had come and given gifts and flowers and all that wonderful Get well décor. Misha himself was getting dark circles under his eyes that the makeup department was scolding him about, saying he ought to sleep, his other co-stars and friends saying the same. Misha just plain looked like hell from worrying over Richard. Though it was nothing compared to how thin and pale Richard was in that bed, being fed through a feeding tube due to lack of consciousness and hooked up to all sorts of devises, a few of which Misha knew the purposes for. Misha let out a sigh and got up looking at Richard with the same sad frown he’d worn every day before he left to go to his trailer and not get any sleep again.
It was three weeks in when Richard actually saw something…It wasn’t much but it was better than being in lonely darkness. He saw a pulsating orb of soft white light. He tried to reach out and touch it and longed to hold it for some reason but he couldn’t move… He tried several times but then gave up and just watched it tiredly; feeling so alone in this dark campus of what he figured was his mind…
Five weeks later and the only one still coming frequently was Misha. The boys coming on occasion but all in all it was just Misha. He looked like he’d gotten a bit more sleep than three weeks ago, but he still had dark shadows under his eyes even as he reflected on what the doctors said as Misha’s eyes going to the broken left arm and then the broken right leg as well as the bandages on Richard’s face and arms and under the hospital clothes on his chest. He couldn’t understand why Richard’s body wasn’t healing up the wounds there...
“It’s like…like he’s stopped trying. Like he’s given up and is just waiting for death,” The doctor had said earlier and even now Misha was still stunned as he went over to the older man and took a hold of both hands, noticing how cold Richard is.
“Come on, Richard…please don’t give up, keep fighting.” He whispered, squeezing Richard’s cold hands with his warm ones.
“Can you hear me? Come on we still have pranks to pull…”
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He was now in blurry surroundings and that weird orb was still there even as Richard noticed his hands were warmer now and he thought he heard a voice but he disregarded it. He was in too much pain to care. And if that meant dying then he was all for it.
He blinks when he sees the orb shift around almost frantically and the surroundings got clearer and he noticed he was in a room that looked way too familiar and he sniffed as he smelled the stench of something burned and he looked down to see…What the hell? He saw himself on the ground except…no it wasn’t him…He saw smoke coming from a clear stab wound to the abdomen and he saw the shadows of wings on the ground. Then the orb hovered over the body of…Well him he guessed except well it…was different they’d never even shown him how huge Gabriel’s wings were cause they hadn’t even started working on the special effects yet! He watched as the orb went right to his or…Gabriel’s chest? He saw eyes flutter open and saw the grimace of pain as those eyes found his.
“Well are you gonna just stand there? Come on! I need help here!” he said and Richard blinked. That was the tone of voice he used for Gabriel, it was just a bit lower than his own voice.
“I don’t get it…” He muttered as he just then noticed the wings on the ground shift and become clearer and he actually saw individual feathers come into existence, and those wings rustled and moved and now Richard was pretty sure he was going crazy.
“It’s simple really,” Came the voice, clear cut with sarcasm and pain, “Just get the damn sword out.” Richard blinks and looks to Gabriel on the ground because now he’s sure it is as he reaches down and pulls the sword out unceremoniously, which gets Gabriel to use an impressive amount of swear words.
“Got quite a mouth for an angel,” Richard observes as he actually sees Gabriel’s mouth twitch in a bit of a smile as Richard offers a hand and Gabriel takes it and Richard helps him up. Damn, he sure felt real; even as he noticed the wings shift as if in impatience. Gabriel leaned against Richard heavily as he brought a hand to his wound and scoffed at it as if it were a petty yet hard reminder of what had happened. Richard noticed that Gabriel smelled like he imagined the angel would smell like because of his guise as a trickster. Candy. The smell actually seemed to tickle his nose and he saw Gabriel smirk at him for a moment as Richard helped the angel out of the room.
“Gotta say, this is a weirdass dream,” He says as he finds there wasn’t a hallway outside the doors like there’s supposed to be, but he finds himself leading Gabriel into his apartment.
“You know it’s not a dream,” Gabriel says calmly as he is set down on the couch and Richard sits down next to him, “Okay well…the surroundings are basically like a dream, but you and I are real.”
“Gabriel, you’re not real. You’re just a character from a tv show that I act on! You…you can’t be real,” He says with something a bit like panic, afraid he’d lost it because he was just so lonely and had needed a person to talk to…
“I am real, but not here in your reality. To you and everyone else, I and everyone else I know are just characters. I lived in a world where they are very real,” Gabriel says calmly and slowly as if trying to make Richard understand. Richard sighed and let his hand run through his hair as he digested what Gabriel was saying.
“Okay…so say this is real. Why are you invading my personal space here?” He asked, and that got a saddened look from Gabriel and he looked away.
“Because…we died at the same time…or near the same time…and well I’m bound to you. When I died I was banished from my world…Well I didn’t really die but my vessel did when Lucifer stabbed me…my vessel was an alternate version of you. There’s always some sort of version of someone in every reality. That’s something your writers missed. Archangels are immortal; we don’t die as much as we… get banished from that world we were originally from. It just looks like we died to everyone else,” Gabriel takes a breath and grimaces at the wound to his abdomen.
“And it hurts like a bitch, as well as drains the power…I basically had nothing when I found myself here in your world right next to the ambulance. I saw you and your friend, the one that looks like Cas, and I heard him trying to get you to come back and I…I saw just how dim your soul was, how weak it was from how battered your body is…So I interfered and since you weren’t really around to say yes or no I…-“
“--Entered my body and brought me back? Even with a limited amount of power?” Richard interrupts and Gabriel nods.
“It wasn’t easy. It hasn’t been easy, keeping you alive when you’re all too ready to give up and die. You’ve flatlined four times total, and that’s counting the time you flatlined in the arms of your friend. I’ve been trying to communicate with you for weeks now, but you’ve been too out of it and I haven’t had quite the strength to pull it off, even now it’s draining, but well this is desperation here, since I know you are in so much pain…but you’re keeping your body from healing the way it should. I had to do something. I don’t want you giving up.” He finished his voice weaker and Richard wasn’t sure what to say, there was too much explanation for this for it to actually be a dream… then he remembered that orb he’d been seeing.
“Wait, that was you? That orb of light?” He asked, shock coloring his voice.
“Yes. Like I said I was getting my strength back, or I would have contacted you sooner…But I’m still so…drained, especially since I wasn’t ready for this,” Gabriel mumbled and Richard was alarmed by just how tired the angel was now, and was actually getting comfortable enough for it to show, but he smiled at Richard, “But hey I had to try.” Richard couldn’t help smiling back at him.
That was when one of the wings wrapped around Richard, soft feathers brushing against his bare arms and he tensed. Gabriel was laughing at him.
“Ease up, Richard! I’m not going to hurt you,” Gabriel says with something like amusement in his voice and Richard does. He relaxes his shoulders and takes a hold of the white wing and starts stroking the feathers silently, amazed by how soft they were. He glanced to Gabriel and saw the angel actually looked shocked.
“You’re the first person to actually listen to something I said…Even with what you know of me through your acting…You’re at ease…why?” He asked and Richard looked to him, shrugging slightly, still running fingers along the smooth and soft feathers.
“I don’t know. It just feels right. You said you weren’t going to hurt me and I believe you,” He said with a smile and that’s when he notices the warmth on his hands again. He felt one get squeezed as he looked to Gabriel, “And I trust you like I trust Misha.” Gabriel beamed at him as if Richard had solved some sort of puzzle even as he finds he could squeeze the hand back as he actually became aware of his surroundings as he heard the distinctive snap of fingers.
“Come on Richard…I’ll give you all the chocolate Mousse you want…”
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Jared and Jensen watched Misha silently. The older man had been trying to get Richard to wake up for the past hour, despite the injured man muttering very faintly. They watched as Misha promised Richard chocolate mousse if he woke up, the dessert being Richard’s favorite. Misha sighed and started to bring his hands away when they all saw Richard’s hands fist up and fingers curl through Misha’s to keep him there.
“That a promise?” Richard asked in a weak and hoarse voice, eyes somewhat clouded until he blinked them a few times and they cleared up and he seemed to be taking in what was going on as Misha, Jared and Jensen cheered and Misha looked about ready to cry in happiness as he hugged Richard close.
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Richard let out a yelp of pain when Misha hugged him, feeling broken ribs send him slicing pain as well as the injuries he was just noticing on his chest flared up in protest. His friend backed off when he yelped and looked almost ashamed for having forgotten about the injuries.
“Sorry,” Misha muttered but Richard waved it off even as the pain faded to a dull throb as he saw Jensen and Jared and smiled at them and waved them over with his right arm, the one that wasn’t broken. One thing Richard noticed that was new to him was a odd warmth in his chest. He couldn’t help feeling at ease, peaceful, because of this newfound warmth…
He smiled at them all and said, “Thanks guys, for being here. You’re all awesome friends,” He said with a light happiness to his voice as the pain became like a scratch to be itched and he found it somewhat irritating. He couldn’t help but wonder if that dream had really been…well real. It had felt real enough…It was then that warmth seemed to wash over his aching limbs and painful wounds and the pain was somehow extinguished even as Misha smiled as did Jared and Jensen.
They were there for a while, talking. Richard mostly listening as they caught him up on what had been going on with the set and how worried everyone is for him. He saw the dark circles under Misha’s eyes and he couldn’t help but wonder how many nights Misha had been there in that hospital room watching him quietly.
A doctor came in after a while and blinked in shock, it was a female doctor, her hair long and black with brown eyes as she looked at the three around Richard’s bed and scowled at them.
“He’s awake? Why didn’t you tell anyone?” She asked, Richard still feeling that comfortable warmth in his chest. He vaguely noticed dull throbbing pain in his ribs and arm and leg and abdomen but other than that…
“Sorry, we just wanted to talk with him, we weren’t really thinking,” Jensen said sweetly as the doctor came over and started to do a check up of Richard and she let out a gasp when she unwrapped bandages on his arms.
“What is it?” He asked even as she tore off bandages all over him up til his abdomen.
“All of the wounds on your arms and legs…they’re completely healed!” Richard blinked in shock whereas the others exchanged hitched breaths of shock and came over to see for themselves.
“I thought you guys had said he wasn’t recovering because his body had given up? Misha asked and Richard blinked. That had echoed something Gabriel had said, about Richard’s body shutting down because he had wanted to escape the pain…
“Say what now?” He asked but no-one was listening to him.
“Yes, it’s what we said, but look at him! He’s basically all healed up but for that wound to his abdomen…It’s some sort of miracle.” She said as Richard looked dumbstruck as she put a cold stethoscope to his chest as a voice whispered in his ear.
You’re welcome. The voice is smug, and it’s Gabriel’s and that has Richard yelping and getting him a laugh from the doctor.
“Sorry, the stethoscope can be rather cold,” the doctor said as she moved it to another spot on Richard’s chest. That was when he was grateful for the timing of his reaction even as he saw the boys that were his friends rolling their eyes, quite literally humming with energy as they waited impatiently for the doctor to finish.
“Well clearly his ribs and his arm and leg need to heal as well as that wound to his abdomen, and get a few actual meals in him…But he’s good to go in another day or so. Though…that wound on his abdomen…if I know better a knife or some sort of blade could have caused it instead of the seatbelts…” The doctor says the last part absently but Richard has no control over the grimace and the wave of fear and betrayal that goes through him, or stopping the look from getting on his face, and he wasn’t the one that did it…He saw Misha frown at him as the look crossed his face. Shit. Misha was one of the most perceptive people he knew and he never missed a thing.
Unfortunately when Jared and Jensen left a few hours later Misha stayed behind. That’s when Misha decided to pounce, even though at the time Richard wasn’t feeling too great, his ribs ached as did his arm and leg, which was annoying, yet at the same time that warmth was keeping him reasonably comfortable and it was lulling him into a state of ease and his eyes were just starting to become heavy with sleep when Misha spoke.
“So what happened before you crashed?” He said with a frown, watching Richard as the actor rubbed sleep out of his eyes and frowned at Misha, he only really did remember bits and pieces from what happened…
“Hm…Well I remember getting into the car a bit drained and tired, you know how it is after you’ve shot an emotional scene over and over…It’s weird though, I don’t really remember registering that truck at first…But…I swear there was this stabbing pain right before I noticed the truck and slammed on the brakes…Must have been the seatbelts or something,” he said calmly, noticing the warmth seeming to kinda…pulse and send a wave of warmth over him, which made it all too easy to slip into sleep…sweet blissful sleep…
Next thing he knows Misha is snapping his fingers and Richard’s starting and he’s letting out a snarl at the renewed pain from his ribs though that was almost instantly quelled for some reason, no pain…Weird.
“Hey, I’m not boring you am I?” Misha says with a raised brow.
“Actually you kinda are,” He finds himself saying with a smirk on his face that he didn’t put there, words he didn’t speak…But Misha’s rolling his eyes.
“Sorry, I know you’re tired but I need you to tell me everything…So back to this stabbing pain…Was it like stabbing pain as in Gabriel’s death scene kind of stab?” He asked, watching Richard closely.
“Look Misha, I don’t know what it feels like to be stabbed. Maybe I just imagined it is all,” He sighs out.
But I didn’t imagine it. What the hell is happening to me? He asks himself in quiet panic.
You must be more tuned in to me than I thought… Came Gabriel’s voice and it was all Richard could do not to say that he wasn’t talking to the archangel, if he really was there but gah! He just wanted to stop thinking about all this! It made his head hurt.
“Hm…still doesn’t explain your reaction when she said it was like a blade or a knife did it,” Misha says calmly, and with a hint of suspicion behind his words, his light blue eyes on Richard’s hazel. Hell, Richard could feel the suspicion oozing out of Misha. Richard had been able to read so much more into people since Tall Tales that sometimes it freaked him out. This wasn’t one of those times.
“I don’t know Misha, really. I don’t know what it feels like to be stabbed besides with something fake and that won’t hurt me. Not to mention I walked off that set feeling like I had died only to get in that wreck. I hadn’t had any time to calm down like I usually do.” He says with a growl to his voice that had Misha silent for a moment but Misha pressed on.
“You know as well as I do that that is a bunch of bullshit Richard. You’re not one to get that deep into your character. I know I hate feeling like a dick at the end of the day after playing Cas, but I get over it in five minutes!”
Want me to knock him out? Gabriel asked, annoyed with the questioning.
No. Because when he wakes he’ll be pissed and even more suspicious. Not to mention I don’t think you have that kind of power right now. He said to the archangel testily, not know how he knew how to respond to him silently like that but hey it was a good thing he could.
“No, Misha. Especially since driving two blocks takes one fucking minute,” Richard said testily before massaging his forehead with two fingers, getting a headache from this discussion. He saw Misha almost relent. Almost. It was those fucking eyes that seemed to look into his very soul. He hated when Misha would give him that look.
“Okay, okay. But there’s still two things bugging me…” He said as he ran a hand through his already messy hair, looking more his age now more than ever.
“And what’s that?” He asks, curious to learn about what may be a tell tale sign that he’s hiding a fugitive supposed to be dead fictional archangel.
“It’s just…you’re defensive, more so than usual, and they way you paused just now…it was almost as if you were having a conversation with someone silently. It was that kind of pause, not the thinking kind of pause,” Misha says watching as Richard laughs. Yes, laughs because Misha had nailed it and he didn’t really even know it.
“What?” Misha asked with a curious head tilt that was more often on Castiel than the actor.
“I don’t know about but most normal people come up with crazy shit like that when they are tired as hell, and judging from the circles under your eyes, I think you count as tired as hell,” He says with a faint chuckle and he was glad to see his friend smile and laugh before he hugged Richard carefully, Richard’s ribs no longer paining him.
“Fine, I’ll come back after work. Want me to bring you anything?” He asks as he pulls away.
“Yeah…out of here...and well clothes, chocolate mousse and …a shitload of candy,” He says, and that got a raised brow from Misha.
“You don’t like candy all that much, remember?” Misha says, eyeing him suspiciously again.
“I know what I like Misha. I just want candy,” He said, the longing clear and even he couldn’t explain the way his mouth was watering at the thought. Oh shit! He…hated to admit it but he is slowly becoming Gabriel! That had to be it, after all Gabriel had mentioned some sort of bond between them…
Misha looked Richard over for a long moment before he left, and when he did, Richard let out a long sigh.
Richard…You do know that since I am bound to your soul…I’m not going to be going anywhere right? But that doesn’t mean I’ll steal your body from you. I know you have a life and there is no apocalypse here that I have to avoid…I just am here for the sake of being here…You can keep going with your life…but there’s going to be some personality bleed with my grace and your soul right next to each other…
So that warmth in his chest…That pleasing comforting warmth is-
Me, yeah. And feel that? Richard blinks at the odd question but then he feels it. Man…It was all he could do to keep from groaning as he actually felt feathers tickling the inside of the very skin of his back. Even contained they felt so…soft when he could move them. He moved them.
Are they yours? He asked as he let himself start drifting off again as he settled into the pillows of the bed.
No. They’re yours. That has Richard stiffening in shock.
How? He asks in shock and he could swear Gabriel is laughing at him.
The moment you walked onto the set of Supernatural and started reenacting me, really that’s when I became aware of you. I think you got some of my power that day. Don’t you remember it?
He did remember it. He remembered the fiery hot pain in his chest in the middle of that scene in Tall Tales. It had been the one where he was talking to the boys, leading them around the dead professor’s office, just chatting with them, answering questions and laughing at something Dean says. He remembered it was the third take since the boys had messed up the second take by goofing off. He’d been in the middle of the laugh when the pain had hit hi, and he’d gone from a chuckle to a yelp of pain and his face contorting in pain. He remembered the stunned shock and worry on Jared and Jensen’s face as he fell to his knees, hand clenched over his chest. Though now that he thought about it, he had felt an uncomfortable itching at his back, but at the time he’d thought he was having a heart attack…He remembered the giant that is Jared lifting him up and wrapping his arms around him, he remembered their warmth as Jared started talking him, telling him to calm down and to take deep breaths. Jared had held him for no more than a second when he passed out, but he still remembered the panic on the crew’s faces. He’d woken up hours later to find himself on the soft bed in his trailer and feeling a cold stethoscope as some sort of doctor was checking him over. He remembered almost right after she pulled it away, feeling a warmth in his chest and then something stirring or…awakening. It was like some sort of sixth sense because now he was suddenly overwhelmed by worry that was not his own, it was coming from Jared and Jensen he realized as he opened his eyes. Ever since then he’d been able to sense the true moods of people around him, and if they were depressed or sad about something he’d do his best to help them. He’d like to think this awareness had helped make him into a better person. That and he’d also found more humor in things and happily shared that humor with his co-workers and family.
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Richard wasn’t aware of having fallen asleep while recalling the incident, but he noticed he had when he saw Gabriel sitting next to him and smirking.
“Huh. That’s actually pretty interesting there. I didn’t think you had gotten that bit of my power, to sense the true emotions of those around you,” Gabriel said with a smile on his face that looks so much like Richard’s…that is Richard’s. Richard smiled back at him and then frowned in thought.
“You know…I’ve been wondering, who is your vessel? I know he looks like me but well..is he me? Like your universes’ version? Or is he some random guy who could stand your grace?” He says and he sees Gabriel smirk.
“Hah! You’re smarter than you let on. Yes that person is another version of you but not quite as fun or intelligent. There’s always a constant in every reality. In almost every reality I’ve seen there’s almost always some version of you,” Gabriel explained but then he started laughing at the look on Richard’s face.
“I’m a universal constant? That’s…HOLY CRAP! I don’t really know what to say but that,” He said with a slight laugh.
“Well, be happy that you’re that impressionable a guy,” Gabriel says with a chuckle and Richard couldn’t help the smile. He is glad Gabriel is there.
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The boys had finally finished shooting the longass workday and they were sitting down at a small table drinking water and still in costume. Misha was fooling around with his waterbottle and he really didn’t feel like leaving just yet, even if he did have chocolate mousse and the candy as well as a change of clothes for Richard in his trailer. He really did need to go to see Richard but…he didn’t know why he was hesitating in going there.
“Hello~ Earth to Misha!” Jared’s voice, sharp as he snapped his fingers and watched Misha get startled out of his thoughts.
“Hm? What? Misha asked as Jared and Jensen exchanges looks and Jared rolled his eyes at Misha.
“Dude you’ve been eerily quiet all day long. What’s wrong?” Jared asked as Jensen leaned forward with interest, looking between the two.
“Ah..it’s nothing really, just thinking about Richard. He..I don’t know how I know but there’s-“
“Something off about him?” Jensen cut in, getting a startled nod from Misha before he nodded. “Yeah I noticed it too, so did Jared, right?” He said looking to Jared who nodded in agreement.
“Yeah well I was talking to hm after you guys left and well I could tell he is hiding something. I was asking him about the accident and…well he said that wound to his abdomen, the one that the doctor said his wound looked like it was a stab wound?” He said watching the boys nods before continuing, “He said he felt that the few seconds before the crash he felt a stabbing pain right where the wound is, but then seconds after he said he could have just imagined it…” Misha fell silent and Jared let out a thoughtful sound, getting the other two to look at him.
“You know what I find weird? The way his wounds just BAM healed. Like I could tell he was in a massive amount of pain when you hugged him and then the next he’s all healed! How does that even happen?” Jared asked in confusion, pushing back some of his stray ever growing hair.
“Maybe it’s what the doctor said, a miracle. It’s a miracle he even got out of the coma. Hell, it’s a miracle he was brought back four times, but really let’s just not touch that one. There are just some things we can’t explain,” Jensen said with a shrug as the other two frowned and Misha spoke.
“Jensen, those weren’t miracle, I know it. Something was healing him and he honestly didn’t seem to be in that much shock when the doctor mentioned it. I-“ He was cut off by his cell phone ringing and he picked it up and answered the call, “Hey Richard. Yeah. Yeah, sorry just talking to the guys,” He says calmly and he rolled his eyes. “Yes Richard I have the chocolate mousse and candy. Yeah and your clothes. Okay! I’ll bring you some—Wait NO! We’re supposed to be giving you decent food not all crap like this! I’m not giving you anymore junk after this. Geez Richard you really do want to give yourself a heart attack from the sounds of it…Dude it’s all sweets you want. No. The longer the keep talking the longer I’m delayed. Okay, bye.” Misha looked up to the two who looked like they couldn’t figure out whether to laugh or be worried as Misha hung up and slipped the phone in his pockets.
“We’re coming with you, sounds like he has a real hard on for sweets right now, and I don’t wanna miss this,” Jared says with a smirk.
“And of course we all know he doesn’t like sweets all that much, this is so not like him,” Jensen says as they all stand up.
“I’ll meet you guys in the parking lot by my car,” Misha said before the other two nodded.
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I blame you for this, normally I hate eating too many sweets at once. Richard grumbled to Gabriel who was laughing his ass off as Richard was uncontrollably shoveling down the candy that had been brought to him by Misha, Jared and Jensen who were all watching him with looks of shock on their faces.
And they know this, Gabriel! If they were suspicious before they’re beyond it now! And…wait a sec! You put a fucking spell on me didn’t you?!
Haha, yup. You need to learn to love candy or I’ll keep this going forever. He could hear the amusement in the archangel’s voice as Richard finished off the pile.
“This reminds me of ‘My Bloody Valentine’. Richard please get a hold of yourself! You’re scaring me.” Jared said with the other two agreeing. Richard could sense the concern and worry coming from them even as Gabriel was sorely tempted to make more candy to appear.
Don’t. You. Dare. I suggest you stop. He told Gabriel in a low growl. Gabriel sighed and Richard was able to swallow the last mouthful of Candy and now no longer had the craving. He now felt like he was going to throw up as he shifted his left arm, the one in a white cast.
I hate you, He grumbled fondly at the archangel who snorted.
I know you do, but you gotta admit, the dumbfounded look on their faces are worth it. Richard sat up and let out a hiss at the pain from his abdomen and arm and leg…
“Richard what’s going on with you? Hell this isn’t you. Ever since you woke up you’ve been acting different…but this…this tops it all. If I didn’t know better I’d say you were intentionally acting like—“
“Gabriel.” Jensen finished and Gabriel made Richard smirk before Richard could stop it. Richard immediately improvised.
“So you guys finally got it! I was wondering how long it would take for you guys to figure it out,” He said, laughing and grinning. Misha’s eyes widened as did Jensen’s but Jared started laughing his ass off.
Nice one, Gabriel said with a slight laugh.
“You ate all that candy as a final resort?! Rich, how are you not sick?!” Misha asked in shock as he went over to Richard who smiled weakly.
“Well…about that…” He got out of the bed and limped painfully over to the bathroom and he felt his stomach clench and promptly vomited into the toilet.
“Dude, Rich, next time you want to pull off something like that and act like Gabe, don’t make yourself sick,” Jared said as he patted Richard’s back, scolding him as Richard heaved out the pound of candy he’d eaten.
“What about all that stuff from last night though?” Misha asked as he leaned against the doorway to the bathroom, Jensen following silently almost like a ghost.
“What about it? I wasn’t acting there I…” He shudders and heaved one more time he paused and wiped his mouth and flushed the toilet and Jared helped him up and he looked to Misha, “Why would I lie about that?” He asked and Misha fidgeted a bit looking a bit ashamed.
“Oh…” Misha said as Jared helped Richard back to the bed. Richard sat on it for a moment and ran his uninjured hand through his hair, he was bored and restless here, he needed somewhere else to stay… Jensen seemed to read Richard’s expression accurately..
“You’re bored out of your mind here aren’t you?” Jensen asked softly and Richard nodded, “Well, you can stay in my trailer if you want. I can get the guys on the set to get the crew to get one for you to stay in.”
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Jensen watched as the offer sunk in with Richard, who looked shocked for a moment before the first pure, untainted smile lit up his face since the accident. He smiled at Jensen like he was the only person in the room. Jensen saw the smile reached Richard’s eyes, which expressed his gratitude.
“Thanks, Jensen, really,” He said softly the gratitude clear in his voice as Misha shifted and came into the room again.
“I could come by and drop your stuff off. I’ve been holding onto it since the accident,” Misha said as Richard shot a grateful smile towards Misha.
“Oh! Did you bring the clothes I asked for?” Richard asked as he saw Misha go to a duffel bag by a chair and he brings it over to Richard who thanked him before getting up and pulling the curtains around the bed. They could only see his legs and they could see him struggling to get a pantleg over the cast. He finally got the jeans over it and pushed aside the curtains. He was grinning like the cat who ate the canary.
“They told me earlier that I could check out when I was ready so…Lets blow joanstown hm?” He says with a very Gabriel-like smirk that had them laughing. Richard was the last to leave the room. Jensen closed the door behind Richard and paused when he didn’t see any candy wrappers in the room by the bed where he knew they had been. Huh, whatever one of the others must have cleaned it up…
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