"Guess who!" a voice sang behind Sam as a pair of sticky, and somewhat soft, hands covered his eyes. Sam was hunched at a little faux-wood desk with an interesting wobble in the corner of yet another budget motel room. The walls, which had once been white, were now a dingy yellow color from years of cigarette smoke. The ceiling sported some interesting mold patterns that vaguely resembled Rorschach blots, but at least the beds seemed clean-more than could be said for some of the places they'd stayed over the years.
"Gabriel, I do not have time for this," Sam said in exasperation as he tried to remove the Trickster/archangel/Norse god's hands from his face. "I'm in the middle of a case, and Dean certainly isn't going to research this harpy himself."
"First of all, Sammich, you work too hard. Second, it's not a harpy, and third, how did you know it was me?" Gabriel playfully asked as a he removed his hands from Sam's eyes, stuck yet another sucker in his mouth and collapsed into the chair next to Sam. Sam huffed in annoyance. The little shit was going to get candy residue all over his books and computer at this rate. Sam had been researching harpies all morning and was more than a little irritated that his assumptions had been incorrect. But really, gale force winds that appeared out of nowhere? What else was it supposed to be?
"The only person dumb enough to sneak up on me other than Dean is you, and your hands are all sticky. Have you heard of hand soap?" Sam's bitch-face was reaching epic proportions, much to Gabriel's delight. "And what do you mean it's not a harpy? What else could it be?"
"I'll make you a deal, Samsquatch. I tell you...and you go on an adventure with me!" Gabriel said, mischief gleaming in his golden eyes.
"Oh, yes, I'm going to trust the Trickster who killed Dean repeatedly for months to take me on an adventure," Sam deadpanned as he turned back to his research. Assuming Gabriel wasn't lying, and that was a big assumption, Sam had a lot of research to do. It was back to the drawing board to find a supernatural creature that could generate a veritable hurricane from thin air.
"You wound me, Sammy." Gabriel dramatically fainted across the motel room bed, his hand raised to his forehead. Sam just rolled his eyes and went back to his research with a muttered "don't call me Sammy". After several minutes of being ignored, Gabriel sat up on the bed. "It's a tengu. Can I have some fun now?"
"Thank you. You are more than welcome to leave and find fun elsewhere," Sam replied. A tengu-that made a lot of sense, actually. Still ignoring Gabriel, he began a new internet search to learn more about the tengu.
"You leave me no choice, Samoose," Gabriel sang as he snapped his fingers.