"Can I punch you in the face?" Dean turned to his brother, gesturing toward Gabriel with a scowl. "Sam, can I punch him in the face?"
Sam rolled his eyes, and opened his mouth to speak—Gabriel cut him off with a laugh and a, "Puh-lease, Dean-o! You'd break your hand!" He rolled to his feet, dusted off his jacket, and cocked an eyebrow. He smirked. "And then Sasquatch here would have to worry about you and your poor little knuckles."
"Gabriel." Sam crossed his arms. He wore the kind of expression mastered only by teachers and mothers, and apparently Sam Winchester. Pursed lips, set jaw, eyes ready to roll, and forehead pinched. Quiet, but threatening.
Gabriel grinned at him. Dean sighed.
"Whatever, man." Dean raised his hands in defeat. "Just... if you ever drop a fucking cake on my car ever again, I will gank your ass so fast you won't know what hit you."
Gabriel laughed.
...
Gabe sat at the table—retro gateleg, metal frame, marbled vinyl top—with a plate of pancakes in front of him. He smiled, and his eyebrows bounced toward his hairline as he attacked them with a knife and fork. He also smothered them in peanut butter, chocolate sauce and maple syrup in turns, until he had a soggy mess laid out in front of him.
From the sounds he made while he ate, it tasted a hell of a lot better than it looked.
Sam pulled a face. "You're disgusting."
"You love it." Gabriel winked.
...
"What the hell are you wearing?" Sam grimaced. He tugged at the edge of his sleeve, ensuring it rested securely above his elbow. Across from him, sitting on the other motel bed, Gabriel laughed.
He waved an arm out at his side with a grin. "It's a Hawaiian shirt, Sam. Or have you gone blind?" He smirked. "If you have, then you can't look at my handsome face every hour of the day!"
Sam snorted, and rolled his eyes. "I'm not blind, Gabriel." He shrugged. "Your shirt is ugly though."
Gabriel's eyes widened and he made a comical, shocked face. He pouted. "I beg your pardon!" He threw himself backwards, to lie down. He raised on hand in the air and pointed an accusing finger in Sam's direction. "This shirt is a masterpiece."
"It has penguins on it." Sam raised his eyebrows.
Gabe raised his middle finger. "Penguins are majestic creatures, Sammich."
"They're wearing Santa hats."
"Majestic."
Sam shook his head with a chuckle.
Gabriel shot him a grin and a wink.