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[A woman's voice comes over the line.]

You've reached the Trickster's voicemail. Unfortunately, Mr. Trickster isn't available to take your call, nor will he likely ever be. Should you still wish to leave a message, please respond after the tone, and maybe we'll remember to get it to him, mmkay?

[Beep]

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We'd need our mojo back first.

[And that means signing up to be Aelia's bottom bitches. Ugh.]

Not necessarily.

[The Winchesters and other hunters have been routinely killing things more powerful than themselves for as long as hunters have existed. They just have to be creative.]

[Gabriel doesn't like where this is going. He's already been mentally drawing comparisons to the Winchesters and now suddenly Castiel's implying things that make him want to die.]

We are not becoming Sam and Dean.

Would you rather act like a hunter, or be at Aelia's call?

[Come on Gabriel, the answer is pretty clear to Castiel. Of course, he's a little more comfortable as a hunter than he really wants to admit even to himself.]

Is that even a question? [He asks as he attempts to smother himself with a pillow.]

I don't believe so, but you seemed to find both options equally distasteful.

[And he's taking that pillow.]

Stop attempting to suffocate yourself.

[NO GIVE IT BACK. Gabriel makes an attempt to take it back before he realizes his stomach still hurts and he ends up flopped on his side on the bed like a petulant, whiny child.]

Everything about this is distasteful. I can't eat. I have to actually sleep. I have to walk everywhere. How d'you live like this?

[Castiel frowns at him and then turns his attention to picking at a loose thread on the corner of the pillow at the question. He really doesn't have any good answers.]

I didn't have any other choice.

[But that didn't make it easy, and experience isn't making it any easier to readjust this time either. He can handle walking--he'd gotten used to that--but sleeping is just as difficult as it was, and eating has only gotten worse since the Leviathan. He's not all that happy with the current situation, just more used to coping with it.]

You should try eating something that isn't just sugar. You will feel better, at least.

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[Obviously, that's not the response Gabriel wanted, so he immediately responds by curling up in a ball and groaning.]

Like what. I don't eat meat.

[Vegetables exist? Fruits aren't just something at the bottom of your yogurt? PERISH THE THOUGHT.]

As I attempted to explain to Lucifer, maintaining that while mortal will not be easy.

[Though Castiel doesn't have a lot of room to talk as he refuses to touch red meat. Fish and poultry are more than enough.

He does pause for a moment before pulling a small bag of dried apple chips from him pocket and tossing them lightly toward his brother. Rei had shoved them at him earlier in the day, and he'd liked them when he was mortal last, but he hadn't had any desire to eat them now.]

They're sweet. You will like them.

[Gabriel eyes the bag and then, despite the agonizing pain in his gut, picks it up and shoves one in his mouth. The face he makes is not the least bit displeased.]

I'll give you that one.

[He's glad Gabriel seems to like them, because he knows how hard it is to adjust to being mortal, and he does feel sympathetic. That and he can't help but think this is all partially his fault.

He stares up at the ceiling a few moments, before venturing a question.]

Have you managed sleeping much at all?

[He barks a laugh.] If by sleeping, you mean "staying awake until I remember it's not optional like this and dropping like a rock?"

That is essentially the only method that works for some time.

At least I'm doing that much right. [SIGH]

The other solution is drinking in excess, but Rei frowns upon it.

I tried that. Putting sugar in whiskey when you don't have a Trickster's metabolism anymore is really ill-advised.

{That actually prompts what might be a vaguely disgusted expression.]

Why would you put sugar in whiskey?

Because.

[Only answer you'll ever get.]

[Ugh, brothers.]

If you don't put sugar in it, it might work better.

It worked fine when I had a Trickster's metabolism. Go figure this humanity thing changed my tolerance.

Were you even capable of becoming drunk before?

Not even a little. I'm a social drinker. [He shrugs.]

You might enjoy it, though I likely shouldn't encouraging such behavior.

[It does help in sleeping, though.]

Rei's got a lot to be princess pissed about. Us turning into alcoholics is probably not the worst of it.

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