Holy oil

As soon as Gabriel touched down, he followed the thrum of the just spoken prayer, finding Sam unconscious on the concrete floor, and moved to see if the Winchester will live. That distraction cost him dearly.

He sensed within a split second before he saw it, Crowley's presence, and a danger surging towards him. The holy oil splashed, crashing against his entire form before he could fly, the substance interfering with a fraction of his Grace and disrupting his balance. He fell to his knees, the oil drenching him, slick and viscous, dribbling from his nose onto his chin and lips, coating his hair and clothes, forming a puddle.

Crowley smirked, dropping the empty bucket, one hand extended and casting a binding spell. Gabriel focused, but the weakening of his Grace by the oil was enough to allow Crowley to bind his Grace even further. He could not fly nor - his personal biggest regret - fry the demon on the spot.

"Nice," Crowley purred. "You guys never disappoint." With a metallic click, he opened a cigarette lighter, a yellow flame flicking and dancing. "All it takes is a spark..."

Gabriel strained against the bonds, but couldn't fight off Crowley's spell enough to fly. Crowley gave a mock pity sound.

"Aww, you want to flip me the heavenly bird, but your wings can't flap."

He could run and do jumping jacks to his heart's delight, but running wasn't an option - no matter how fast he'd start, Crowley's flick of a wrist to toss the lighter would be faster. For once... for once he needed help (sad...). He focused once more, tapping into all the Grace that remained active inside him, and sought out the just one Grace that wasn't a huge bag of dicks. Cassie...!

Crowley licked his lips.

"I've always wanted to do this..."

"Release him," simultaneously with the beat of wings, Castiel's voice resonated behind Crowley who spun, his spell not relenting.

"Oh, asking your baby brother for help, gotta be a personal low, huh, Archangel?" he mocked, but there was no more victory in his voice. Instead, it was readiness for battle.

"Release him," Castiel repeated, shadows of wings arching above his head in an intimidation tactic, his eyes already filling with light.

"That's getting old!" Crowley growled, but when Castiel's form kept growing brighter and brighter, he fled, with one final flick of his hand...

The lighter soared across the air, but before it managed to travel even an inch, Castiel flew, catching it steadily in his hand, the flame crushed out with a hiss. Gabriel got to his feet, his mostly unblocked Grace providing him with a towel, and he hurriedly rubbed his face clean, the forthcoming retch in his throat beginning to ebb away as the glossy sustance left his skin.

"Thanks, bro."

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I figured, if burning holy oil traps angels, maybe the unlit stuff does some minor damage, too

A very, very quick sketch for an idea that wouldn't leave me alone. I got a Gabriel-missing kick from s8e08, cause the beginning was just screaming "Trickster!". And somehow, I ended up with this. Also, forcing myself to draw interior backgrounds, because as you obviously can see, I so need to practice that.

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