After a slight pause where Gabe ran his hand through his hair and closed his eyes for a moment. "Alright, you're in Kansas believe it or not. It's got nothing to do with your family. Just a place that's nice and friendly." A chuckle escaped his lips. I noticed that even when he chuckles his eyes aren't happy. The shine that used to be there, is now gone. "I've already told you. Dean has to complete this case alone, and my siblings told me to watch over you to make sure that you don't do anything stupid. 'Cause you Winchesters have a mixed reputation, you are probably the scariest hunters out there but you two do end up doing stupid things…" A genuine smile appeared on his face. "I think it's about 11 pm, there's a little grocery store in town, and we're on the outer road. Don't worry there's a car outside for you to use. No point 'zapping' you anywhere." He threw the keys to me as he poofed out of the room.
"God I hate it when they do that. Just walk like normal people!" I had to drag myself up and out of bed which took quite a while… So by the time I'd got to this shell of a car, Gabe had settled in the back seat and was swimming in a sea of candy wrappers. In that moment he looked full of joy. He saw me coming and threw some form of sweet goods at my head. I didn't duck quickly enough so it just caught me on my forehead, "Ouch! Damn, since when is candy so hard!" I muttered through gritted teeth so he didn't hear. I should've known better, he's a celestial being, of course he could hear me.
"Come on Sam! It's only a Peanut Butter Cup! Stop acting like I just shot you." He flashed me a faultless grin and said "Let's get some food then, we need to keep you fuelled now don't we!" he said as he reached up and slapped my shoulder.
After finding the nearest place that sells food, I was exhausted again and just fell onto the bed, much like last time only face first. Gabriel just decided to sit at the edge of the opposite bed just watching. I could feel his eyes on my shoulders.
"I wonder what its like for you. No wings beneath your skin. Not having to resist the urge to let them free. To show your true self to the little beings that crawl this beautiful planet, to give them something to believe in. You seem such lost creatures." His voice, the jolly voice I'd grown accustomed to, that was gone. Replaced by the saddest tone I'd ever heard. It was almost like he was jealous of the human race. Or just saddened by the fact if he did show himself, it wouldn't end well for the onlookers.
"So does it hurt? Not having them out?" my voice was muffled by the sheets. I didn't want to face him when I asked quite a personal question; I felt that it was a bit rude. There was a silence longer than any other I'd ever experienced. I'd started to question if I should've asked such a thing. There are certain things you shouldn't question. Especially an archangel's personal life.
"It can be sometimes. But it's always a subconscious thing, keeping them in. Thankfully I've had many years on Earth to practise that aspect of being an angel." He confessed these facts in a voice that was no more than a whisper. There was a rustling noise and I had to turn around to see what had happened. I hoped Gabe didn't poof out of here. What I saw made my stomach do flips. Gabe stretched out on the neighbouring bed, his shirt separated from his jeans, showing that little bit of stomach and I noticed that there was a small trail of lighter hair. I cursed myself for noticing. I didn't know why it made me smile. My eyes wandered up to his face, his eyes were closed and mouth turned down at the corners. He looked so sad, I wanted to tell a joke but Dean's pointed out that I'm not that good with comedy.
"Can I ask you something else Gabe?" I asked while turning to face him and shifting my weight onto my elbow. "Why can you go with out sleep, I mean, did God create you to be fully functional all of the time?" There was pure curiosity in my voice. I sounded like a child quizzing their parents about facts they didn't quite yet understand.
"Oh Sammy," Little movements of the head, it was obvious he thought I was being naïve. That or thought I just said something ridiculously stupid.
"I have no idea why God created us the way we are." His eyes opened and stared quizzically at the ceiling, as if searching for an answer in the shadows and the cracks. I hope I wasn't asking too many personal questions, but I couldn't help myself. I had to ask one more question before leaving him to dwell on the thoughts that were running through his mind.
"But why would you need to be functional 24/7? Wouldn't you go crazy after a while…?" Gabe turned his head to look at me, the sadness in his eyes, it was clear to me that there was something that was troubling him deeply.
"Well we were created as soldiers, surely Cassie told you that! Also we're needed to create miracles all around the world. I mean I was the one who told Mary she was pregnant. So basically we were made to work on maximum efficiency." His eyes told a different side to the story to the one told by his lips. Plum reddish-pink things they were, not chapped at all, he obviously took care of them. Do angels even get chapped lips?
"Do you mind me asking all these questions?" I looked everywhere but his face. I knew that I was starting to blush; heat was flooding over my skin.
"No not at all Sammy! It's only right for you humans to question all that is divine." While he was saying all this I shivered, the temperature of the room had finally made it's way to my core. Suddenly all I could feel was the intense cold. I opened my eyes, and met by the concerned face of Gabriel.