Sam Winchester opened his eyes and found the area next to him in bed empty. He sat up, his now exposed torso cold. The bunker wasn't the warmest place in the world, but it was the safest. He got out of bed, looking for the angel that had been in it when he fell asleep.
'Gabriel wouldn't just leave like that.' Sam thought to himself. He pulled on an old pair of Stanford sweats and decided to see if maybe he was in the kitchen.
"Mine's bigger, Cassie." Gabriel's distinct voice carried up the stairs, and Sam smiled. Of course he would be arguing with his brother, but about what exactly?
"Gabriel." Cas' voice was even and deep. "I do not doubt that yours is large, I am simply stating that mine is most likely the same size."
"Well, I don't know about that, Cas." Dean's voice was still a little gruff with sleep. "He was a bigger deal, his might be bigger."
"Which side of the argument are you on?" Cas' voice grew louder as Sam walked down the steps. He was interested in knowing what they were talking about.
"See? Even your boyfriend agrees with me." Gabriel, Castiel and Dean were sitting around the table. Dean had a plate of scrambled eggs and toast in front of him, while the angels just sat and discussed.
"Speaking of boyfriends." Gabriel smiled and stood up to greet Sam. Sam smiled back, wrapped his arms around Gabriel's waist and gently kissed him on the lips. The two didn't separate until Dean cleared his throat.
"I think I just lost my appetite." Dean pushed the plate of eggs away, and Castiel took his chance and gave the older Winchester a kiss.
"Shut up, Dean." Sam said as he placed another gentle kiss on Gabriel's forehead.
"See Castiel? I even got the bigger man. That means that mines bigger."
"The size of the Winchester brother that you happen to have affections for does not dictate that yours is larger." Castiel replied, breaking away from Dean.
"Whip 'em out. We'll measure." Dean dug around in one of the drawers.
"Whoa. What exactly are you measuring?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Gabriel. The three others chose to ignore the younger Winchester.
"You better have a tape measure. I'm sure you can't measure mine with a ruler." Gabriel smiled and Dean put the ruler back in the drawer.
"Here! Got it!" Dean held up the tape measure proudly. "Alright boys, let's see 'em." Sam stood away from Gabriel, very confused as to what was going on. At the word, both of the angles had their feathery wings come out of their backs.
Get it? They were talking about their wingspans! You naughty fan girls/guys! ;)