Dean pulled the Impala up to the house. The lights downstairs were still on, and Dean could see movement within the house. Hoping that Bobby didn't have any other guests, he nudged his brother awake. It took a few moments, but finally Sam woke.
They had driven straight from their last hunt. It had taken them 9 hours, but neither was in the mood for another motel. There was no hunt lined up for them, so they had chosen to take advantage of this unexpected break, and visit Bobby.
Climbing out the Impala, they decided to leave their stuff where it was, taking only their most valuable items with them.
They made their way up the steps, and not bothering to knock, went inside. There was no one in the lounge, but the brothers heard Bobby's laughter coming from the kitchen. Dean shut the door, and moving in front of Sam moved slowly towards the kitchen. Neither Winchester had heard Bobby laugh like that in a long time.
Just before they reached the connecting doorway, a voice rose above the laughter.
"I certainly did not do that."
The boys looked at one another. 'Gabriel', they mouthed at one another. They moved into the doorway and what they saw made their mouths open wide.
Bobby was sat with his back to the doorway, and one either side of him Castiel and Gabriel were sat, their wings spread out behind them. Each pair of wings took up half the kitchen. Gabriel's wings were draped across his shoulder, flowing down onto the floor. They were coloured amber, although a few feathers seemed to have been burnt. Castiel's on the other hand while still flowing onto the floor, were pulled somewhat around him. His were the colour of ash, the ends tipped light blue.
From what they could see Castiel seemed to be telling a story, but neither of the brothers was really listening. Both to engrossed in each angel's wings. There was something about them that drew all their attention. As Castiel told his story, the wings twitched, seemingly joining their owners in conveying their emotions.