"Goddammit, Gabriel!" Dean shouted. He knew damn well Gabriel heard him and was just NOT coming out to get the asskicking he so richly deserved. "Gabriel get in here right now or I'm withholding chocolate from you from now on!"

"Now, Now, Dean-o, I'd like to see you try," Gabriel said, a snickers in his hand as he sat on the edge of the kitchen sink.

"Gabriel. Why is the shower producing jello?"

"Cause you're so sweet," Gabriel said without even batting an eyelash.

"Oh har, har, har!" Dean didn't even try to fake laugh. There was Jello everywhere, green and slimy and places he very dearly did not want it to be. He could see himself in the mirror and it was all sticking in his hair and in every single piece of hair he had on his body. This was not how he wanted to start the morning.

"I think you look positively scrumptious."

"Not funny," Dean said coldly. "Come on, clean me up! I've got a hunt to go on."

"No you don't."

"What do you… Goddammit Gabriel! We agreed you wouldn't just solve stuff anymore!" Dean knew what Gabe was about to say, that didn't make him any less angry.

"Oh, so I should have just let the werewolf infect more people before you can take a three day trip across the country to get there?"

"No," Dean said through gritted teeth.

"Then why are you pissed. It's done and we can spend the day in bed. I can even conjure up a good bed, hell a good room even. I don't see what we have to stay in these dingy motels." Gabriel looked imperious and self-righteous perched on the edge of the sink like that. He'd probably magicked in some kind of invisible pillow so it wouldn't even hurt, the bastard.

"It's the principal of the thing, Gabriel!" Dean shouted. There was no logical reason for him to be this pissed, and he knew it. "I'm not your damn pet that you just let out for exercise once in a while."

"See, that's your problem, Dean. Your whole life is hunting."

"So what? Just fix the damn shower."

"Dean, you're worth more than just the lives you can save and the things you can hunt."

Dean groaned. "Gabriel, no chick-flick moments, we agreed."

"No, you told me a thing and I ignored it."

"Gabriel," Dean growled quietly. It was really more like a grumble at this point. "Can you just fix the shower?"

"Why? That's not how I want to get you cleaned up."

"Oh for the love of… fine! I'll get back in bed, just let me get some of this green goo off me first."

"Deal, Dean-o," Gabriel said, snapping his fingers. Dean was left alone for a minute of peaceful, lonesome showering.