Candy Candy

Naked Angels

"We have to call him," Sam said, shutting his book and looking at the other two hunters in the room. Dean and Bobby looked defeated sitting next to stacks of books and neither looked at Sam. "We can't call Cas, he's been busy for weeks and we're going to be here all night if we don't get some help."

Bobby grunted and reached for his glass of whiskey and he finished it in two big gulps. He let out a sigh and finally looked at Sam, shrugging his shoulders. "Fine. Do it. But I want that winged-asshole out of here as soon as we're done," he added under his breath, grabbing the bottle and pouring another glass.

Dean grinned when Bobby let out another exaggerated sigh and sipped his drink. There was no hiding how much the older hunter hated that winged-asshole, and Gabriel was always ready to push his buttons until he was red in the face and yelling.

Sam closed his eyes and prayed, being sure to add an extra 'please behave' at the end for all of their sakes.

His hair tickled his neck as a gust of wind swept across the room, pages of their opened books fluttered and there was the rustle of feathers before Sam had even opened his eyes.

"What the hell?!" Bobby yelled, jerking away so fast whiskey sloshed onto his lap.

"Oh, man, no," Dean groaned. His chair creaked as he leaned back, tilting his head to look up at the ceiling.

Sam turned his head away so fast his neck cracked painfully. None of them wanted to look at the ass-naked archangel standing in the center of the room.

Gabriel grinned, hands on his hips proudly and showing no signs of covering himself up. "What? You've never seen an archangel's penis before?"

"No, can't say that I have," Dean muttered, eyes fixed carefully on the ceiling.

"Well, you have now. That's what you boy scouts get for calling me when I'm in the middle of doing something. How about some notice next time?"

"What the hell are you doing without some damn clothes anyway?" Bobby asked, eyes closed tightly and he tipped what was left of his whiskey back.

Gabriel spun around and grinned even wider. "Your daughter, if you want me to be honest-"

The angel ducked to the side as a book flew by his head and crashed into a shelf behind him. Bobby stood so fast his chair fell to the floor and he grabbed whatever he could from his desk to throw at Gabriel. Books crashed into the walls around the room, knocking lamps and knickknacks to the floor but never landing a hit on the naked man. His empty glass was next and shattered as it slid into the kitchen. His cell phone was last and when there was nothing left to throw he stood fuming behind his desk, glaring daggers and muttering under his breath.

"That wasn't very nice," Gabriel said with a tsk. He snapped his fingers and the room put itself back together. Things picked themselves up off of the floor, books went back to their stacks, and the glass of whiskey was placed back on the desk. Within seconds it looked like nothing had even happened. "As much as I enjoy our little chats, I am quite busy at the moment so what is it you want and can it wait?"

"We need some research help but, uh, you can probably come back later," Sam said, glancing at the angel awkwardly and adverting his gaze just as fast.

"Be back in two hours," Gabriel said quickly, giving Bobby a little salute before disappearing in a gust of wind.

Dean and Sam sat frozen in their seats, watching Bobby carefully to see what he would do next. His face was red...redder than either of them had seen in a long time. He took a slow deep breath, grabbed the bottle of whiskey by the neck and stomped out of the room whispering through gritted teeth about bastard angels.

The back door slammed shut with a bang and finally Dean started to laugh.

"I called it! Three weeks ago, two states over, you heard me, I called it."

"Yeah, just don't antagonize him," Sam muttered, pulling a book back into his lap and preparing himself for the next encounter in two hours.