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[THIS IS NOT A DRILL. IT IS ALSO NOT A JOURNAL ENTRY. IT IS THE FRANTIC YELLING OF AN ARCHANGEL ON LEVEL SEVEN, AND YOU MIGHT NOT NOTICE IT IMMEDIATELY, BECAUSE THE BARGE IS FULL OF HELLHOUNDS, RUN AWAY.

Mostly this is a lot of cursing with the occasional "NO, REALLY LET ME OUT" or "DEAN, YOU ARE GONNA WISH YOU WERE BACK AT THE MYSTERY SPOT WHEN I GET THROUGH WITH YOU."

Gabriel's impotent rage is currently impotent.]

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[The situation was entirely too urgent to wait on a network reply, so Aziraphale made his way up to the seventh floor as soon as Sam told him to seek out Gabriel. As he got closer, of course, he heard the shouting and hurried to the door.]

Gabriel? [he asked over his yells, trying to turn the door handle, then frowning. A second later, it was unlocked, and he pulled it open.]

[There was a circle of fire in the middle of the cabin and shouting impotently at the ceiling was Gabriel, looking mad enough to smite. The minute the door opened, he cut himself off mid-rant.]

Az. Get me out of here.

[CONGRATS, AZ. YOU GET ALL BUSINESS!GABE. FOR THE MOMENT.]

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Dear me. Y-Yes, of course.

[He had no idea why something like a circle of flame would render him helpless, but without wasting time to ask or even move further into the room, Aziraphale mentally put out the fire. There was a soft whoomp, and it was gone, smoke trailing faintly upward.

He winced immediately thereafter.] Goodness, that had a bit of a sting. Is this like Alastair's anti-angel wards?

[Gabriel was already moving towards the door, stepping over the ashes like they might burn him. When he spoke, his voice was terse.]

Yeah. By the way? You're not gonna miss Dean when I tear his arms off and beat him to death with 'em, are you? Good. Thank you. Bye.

[He snapped and vanished.]

[Aziraphale huffed.] I expect an explanation later, [he told the empty air.] And properly brewed tea, for that matter.

[He waved his hand before leaving and was out the door, the soot stains gone from the floor and certain things cleaner than they'd been.]

[Ruby, truthfully, almost ran into the man, as she had rushed down to try to help.]

Sorry! You got him out, right? [She was sure he did, but, ya know, BFF trapped in a burning ring of fire made one worry.]

[He made a startled noise but reoriented himself to talk to her appropriately.]

Oh - yes, certainly. Not two seconds ago. He's already vanished, I'm afraid.

[Visible relief here. GDI, Gabby, look what you do to her.] As long as he's out.

[looks at her sympathetically] I'm sure he's all right, my dear. He'd be the last one I'd worry about in this sort of situation.

Worried? I'm not worried. [Denial denial denial. Sorta. She's not anymore, but she was when he was trapped.]

[Irene had thought it a bit strange that Gabe hadn't warned her about the hell-hounds running around the Barge, especially considering that they were from his world. Aaaand then she became aware of the angelic fit Gabe was pitching in his room. She knocked on the door, then tried the handle. It didn't budge.]

Gabriel?

[Her tone was actually a bit apprehensive.]

[Gabe was four seconds from losing it. The scent of hellhounds was overwhelming and wherever Dean was, he better pray he was dying or about to die, because what hellhounds would do to you did not compare to what a pissed off archangel would do.

....And that's Irene's voice.]

Irene, get your ass in a room, pronto. If you die out there, I ain't telling the Admiral to bring you back. [He paused.] ...I need you do me a favor.

[On the other side of the door, Irene rolled her eyes. That was the Gabe she knew. She couldn't resist a harmless jab.]

Oh, I do apologize for any inconvenience my obviously imminent death may cause you. [She sighed.] What is it, then? And are you going to let me in? [She placed a hand against the door. Was it just her, or did it feel slightly warm?]

[THIS IS THE SOUND OF AN IMPOTENT ARCHANGEL WISHING HE COULD STRANGLE YOU RIGHT NOW, IRENE.]

Sorry. Can't come to the door right now, because I'm too busy trying not to get set on fire, Princess.

I would've thought a little flame would be nothing compared to an all-powerful being such as yourself. [Oh, yeah. That's sarcasm. After all of Gabe's smiting, Irene was just looking for a chance to poke at him.]

In any case, please do try not to get too singed. It would be such a trial to have to look at your scorched wreck of a face every time you tried to chastise me.

... That favor?

[STILL. TRYING. NOT. TO KILL YOU.]

Look. Just... Get on the journals and get Ruby to come down here. Okay? She knows where I stay.

[STILL NOT CARING]

All right, Feathers. I'll let your little girlfriend know you need help. Anything else?

Gee, I dunno, Irene. All this fire's making it really hard to think clearly.

Oh, don't get your garters in a twist, I'll go tell her now.

In the meantime, do enjoy being as powerless as all the rest of us. Perhaps it will be a welcome change of pace.

[Aaaand Irene wanders off to alert the appropriate people]

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