insomnia (n.)

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It happens to everyone - sometimes, you have nights where you just can't fall asleep, no matter what you do. It could be for a number of reasons, or no reason at all. And this is what's happened now: you've been laying in bed for what feels like hours, just tossing and turning, and nothing seems to help. So what's left to do? Get out of bed and go wake someone else up, of course. If you're not getting any sleep, then why should they? i n s t r u c t i o n s • Post with your character (note the name and fandom in the subject). • Other people reply to you by generating a number from 1 to 10. • Have fun! o p t i o n s 01 • FEAR. Maybe you're hearing strange, indeterminable noises; maybe there's a severe storm happening outside; maybe you watched a scary movie before bed? Whatever the reason, you're terrified and it's keeping you awake. You just want to wake someone else up so they can protect you from the monster in your closet. 02 • HUNGER. Your stomach is growling and it just won't stop. Or perhaps your throat is so dry you could cough up a tumbleweed? Well, you've gone to the kitchen to remedy this and hey, that was a pan that just dropped on the floor. It was loud enough to wake the dead! Oops. 03 • PAIN. Your body is completely worn out, be it from exercise, battle, sickness, or what have you. Either way you're in enough pain to keep you from sleeping, so maybe someone else has a home remedy or something, or can at least help you take your mind off of it. 04 • SOLITUDE. For some reason, your bed just feels so empty at the moment. You're feeling terribly lonely and really just want someone to keep you company for a while. Maybe it'd be easier to fall asleep if you're with them... 05 • DISCOMFORT. Your room is an oven. Either that or a freezer. Or maybe this bed is just really uncomfortable? Who knows why you can't get to sleep, it feels like it could be anything. Why even bother trying? Maybe someone else can preoccupy you until you feel tired enough to ignore your discomfort. 06 • PENSIVE. Something's on your mind, and no matter how hard you try to focus elsewhere, it's just not going to work. Your body may be tired, but your mind is incredibly busy and it's virtually impossible to get to sleep. Surely, talking it out with someone else will help? 07 • SADNESS. Something terrible has happened that day, perhaps; or you could just be severely depressed. Either way you're trying your hardest not to cry yourself to sleep, and it's not working at all. Better find a way to get it out of your system somehow; you need a shoulder to cry on. 08 • ANGER. You are just... fuming. Who knows why - that annoying dog is barking again, or maybe the people next door are getting busy and keeping you awake. Whatever the reason for your ire is, you'd better put an end to it so you can get some damn rest already! Go wake up a friend so you can complain to them. 09 • RESTLESS. You're far too energetic to sleep right now. Maybe you're just trying to do so out of necessity - you have to be up early tomorrow! But you just don't think you'll be able to fall asleep for a while now, so why waste the time trying to sleep when you could be doing something else? Namely bothering someone else - you're totally jealous because they're getting more sleep than you. 10 • WILDCARD. Choose one of the options above, or make up your own scenario.

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Gabriel | Supernatural

[lotsoflaughs]

((Given that it's not like he needs sleep, it's more like causing insomnia for others.))

[beees]

[How about a human Cas?]

[lotsoflaughs]

((Sure, Gabe can bother little brother. Do you want to start or should I))

[beees]

[Up to you - if you want to, feel free, otherwise I can in a few hours.]

[lotsoflaughs]

Castiel didn't really need his sleep, did he? Gabriel perches on a chair in the motel room, waiting for his little brother to notice him, and when he doesn't react soon enough for his tastes, lets a little of his power loose. Not much, just enough to make the tv snap on and the light in the bathroom flicker.

[beees]

It's harder to fall asleep than Castiel ever would have expected. It's never just put your head down on the pillow and out. There's always shifting about, trying to get comfortable, and then laying still just thinking, sometimes about things he hasn't thought about in literal ages.

Usually, he's a light sleeper and every sound wakes him up, so it's probably a testament to just how tired he is that the light rustle that accompanies Gabriel's arrival only makes him turn over and mumble something unintelligible.

But then the TV turns on, and between the noise and the light from both that and the bathroom, Castiel's awake with a start. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, blinking against the change in brightness, but the look of alarm changes to disbelief when he spots Gabriel.

"Gabriel? What are you doing here?"

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel gives his little brother an injured look as he flicks off the tv to make it easier for Castiel to focus on him. "What, your favorite big brother isn't allowed to drop by and say hi?"

Lucifer and Raphael both smited Castiel, Michael would have, given the chance after the incident with the holy fire. So as the only archangel that's refrained from the smiting, Gabriel figures he gets that title.

[beees]

Yawning, he glances at the clock. "It's three in the morning." Now he understands all those times Dean was irritated with him for disturbing his sleep, although it feels incredibly surreal to be on the other end. And then there's the obvious - with no sign of Gabriel since his confrontation with Lucifer, Castiel thought he was dead.

He reaches for the lamp on the nightstand by the bed and turns it on. He's awake now - even if Gabriel left, there wouldn't be much chance of getting back to sleep. Sleep deprivation is still preferable to being completely obliterated, somehow, even at three am, so he allows Gabriel to keep the favourite big brother title. "Besides, you've never "dropped by" before."

[lotsoflaughs]

"That's because I'm a terrible older brother," Gabriel says only half-seriously. Yes, he's aware than disappearing on everybody and not being around to mitigate Michael's... Michaelness, wasn't helpful for anyone. No need to bring that up.

"Obviously, rumors of my death have been slightly exaggerated. Mostly to keep Lucifer from looking for me. I'm sure you understand why." Just because he got out of that experience alive, doesn't mean he was uninjured. There was no way he could fight off their brother in the shape he was in.

[beees]

"You're not a terrible older brother, Gabriel," The response is automatic, but true. Terrible older brothers smite their younger siblings, and nearly destroy the world with their fighting.

"You faked your death again." That might be a faint smile tugging at the corners of Castiel's mouth. "You know, if you keep faking your death, eventually everyone will stop believing you're actually dead."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Hey, usually when I do it, the only one I'm trying to fool is whatever hunter got stabby with a stake. Not the world at large," Gabriel protests. "Anyway, if I ever manage to get myself killed for real, people are in for a long and disappointing wait."

He tilts his head slightly. "Well, the Winchesters probably wouldn't care too much, given the crap I pulled on them. Even if I did come through for them when it counted." Ah well.

[beees]

"Well, hopefully that doesn't happen." There's been more than enough death and destruction - a lot of it caused by his own hand. Besides, since Dean's sent him away from the bunker, and most of the Host still probably far less than impressed with him over inadvertently helping Metatron close the gates of Heaven, complete with mass eviction notice, the company isn't entirely unwelcome.

"I'm sure Sam and Dean would remember the help you provided them with." Not saying they would miss Gabriel, but at least giving them credit that they would remember he did help them out.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel's also less than impressed with being booted from Heaven, but well, the one he blames is Metatron. Mostly. Which brings him to to his next course of action. He flies to be perched on Castiel's bed instead so he could smack him upside the head before retreating back to his seat.

And then as if that didn't happen, "I'm sure they will."

[beees]

Castiel's more startled than actually hurt, but the smack still gets a sharp "Ow!" and a wince out of him. He stares at Gabriel in confusion. "What was that for?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"For being an idiot." He doesn't need to clarify how his baby brother was stupid, does he?

[beees]

No, no further explanation needed. He knows he's made more than his fair share of bad choices, but trusting Metatron was ranked right up there with taking the souls from Purgatory, and declaring himself the new God.

He gives Gabriel a guilty look. "I'm sorry."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I should hope so. Oh, quick trivia question. How many angels were running around down here around twenty-something years ago?" Don't worry, little brother, he's actually going somewhere with this. Well actually, you should worry.

[beees]

He takes a sudden interest in the comforter covering the bed, picking at a loose thread, and sighs. "A lot less than there are now, I know."

"I am trying to find a way to undo Metatron's spell." Definitely not an easy task now that he's human, and now that he doesn't have help.

[lotsoflaughs]

"That's because everybody else were Upstairs, leaving very few angels to father that Nephilim you killed," Gabriel says in a deceptively mild tone.

[beees]

"So, who-" He cuts himself off, eyeing Gabriel.

Oh.

Oh, no.

He raises his eyebrows questioningly, not really sure he wants confirmation.

[lotsoflaughs]

He gives Castiel a tight-lipped smile. "Caught on, have you? Telling her mother what happened to her was fun. I never want to do that again."

[beees]

"No, I imagine not..." An apology just doesn't seem sufficient under the circumstances, so he doesn't offer another one. "Metatron was... very convincing."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I know. Which is why he's the one I intend to tear apart." Consider yourself lucky, Castiel.

[beees]

Despite all appearances to the contrary, Castiel isn't really looking to be smote by each of his older brothers at least once, so yes, he does count himself lucky that it's not him Gabriel's placing most of the blame on.

"I'll help you however I can, of course."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Oh good. I was hoping you'd say that. First step is probably to take stock of who all made it during the trip down along with banging some heads together as needed." He drags over the coffee-table with a thought, propping his feet up on it and leaning back in his seat, hands folded behind his head.