This chick is so dead, Sam thought, looking across the bar at where Gabe and Cas were sitting. Some sleazy looking chick was all over the two of them, her shirt dangerously low and eyes hooded as she leaned over the countertop.
Cas was obviously uncomfortable, leaning as far away from her as he could without falling from his seat. To the untrained eye, Gabe looked like he was flirting back, but Sam and even Dean could tell that he was just as uncomfortable as Cas was.
Sam glanced at Dean and saw him staring at the scene with narrowed eyes. Their game of pool lay forgotten and the cues were close to cracking in their tight fists. Sam was waiting for Gabe to give him a sign that he needed to intervene, to make the chick back off.
Instead, Gabriel pointed to where Sam and Dean were and said something that made her smile twist into a scowl. She looked over at them and Sam and Dean took that as the sign. Sam drew one finger across his neck and Dean mimicked holding a gun to his head, both of them scowling even more fiercely than she was.
Her eyes widened the tiniest bit and she stomped away from the angels. Cas shot a grateful look at Sam and Dean, and Gabe fell off his chair from laughing so hard. Sam smirked at the girl's retreating figure.
Dean chuckled and Sam joined in, turning back to the game they were playing. He kept most of his attention on the table, but every once in a while his eyes would flick back to the angels sitting at the bar. He was pleased to see that none of the other patrons were getting too close, and anyone who walked past the angels cast a nervous glance at Sam and Dean.
Sam smiled to himself. It seemed that the whole bar had seen their little display of protectiveness, and that was totally fine with him.