As it got closer to the time for Kevin to go to hell, Gabriel's form was rarely seen more and more. Kevin didn't mind it, but he could tell Sam did a little bit. As long as he wasn't being tortured anymore, Kevin wasn't entirely sure if he cared if Gabriel was here or not. He wanted Sam to be happy, and he would be. But right now, it was his time, and he hoped Gabriel was going away to give him that.

With hell being a week away, Kevin was starting to be a little clingy, and it was obviously annoying Sam. Sam knew Kevin's doom was a week away, but he didn't want the prophet following him around like a puppy dog all the damn time. Finally, he told him, "Just go work on the tablet, Kevin. I can bring you lunch in a bit, but you're being really annoying."

Kevin chewed on his lip and nodded, and hesitated before turning and heading to the library hurriedly. When he got settled, he found that working on the tablet wasn't doing much in the word of research, much less the word of his sanity. Kevin closed his eyes for a moment, deciding to think back on good times with his mother, and even some with his father. The ones he could remember, at least. He sighed softly and opened them again, half fooling himself into believing he was back at home with his mother, but found his heart being crushed when the real world crashed down on him again. He sighed, and shook his head, playing with the pen in his hand for a moment before, looking back at the tablet, sitting up in his seat and staring at it for a while.

Soon, he found himself standing and moving to his and Sam's room to go grab his cello (That he had hidden away from Dean when he moved in). He took it off the top shelf of his side of the closet, using a step stool of course, and gently set it down to put up the step stool. He opened the case, finding himself smiling. He pulled the caramel-whiskey colored instrument out and quietly plucked each string, A, D, G, C, to check if they were in tune. When he confirmed they were, he gently put his hand on the strings to stop their vibrations and set the cello on it's side, remembering what his mother had told him once; "Set it on it's side, not it's back, because otherwise it might get stuck, like a turtle." He was five when she had told him that, but he still remembered it to remind himself not to put it on it's back or front. He pulled his darker color bow out, and put his case in the closet, before picking it up and moving out of the room, after checking if the hall was clear. He moved deeper into the bunker, to a music room that Sam and Dean hadn't found and inhabited yet, and he hoped it'd stay that way. He smiled when he opened the door to the room. It had a wide space, and the walls were lined with small instruments, such as flutes and violins. There was an acoustic guitar hanging on the wall near the back, and artificial light lit up the room warmly and welcomingly. There were assorted metronomes and tuners (Kevin had tested some of the tuners, and they didn't work all that well), and the whole room was padded with foam that Kevin knew to make the sound a little louder. He set a stool from one of the corners of the room in the middle of the floor, and got a stand from the same corner, setting it down, before setting his cello on it's side and it's bow carefully on top. He moved and stood on his tip toes to pull down a little book colorfully decorated with stickers and ductape that had 'Kevin' scrawled across the front and the spine in his mother's loopy, messy handwriting. He opened it up and took the first piece of music out; Fiddle Tunes. It was translated to cello from the violin arrangement. Of course, it didn't sound exactly like the original, considering there were instruments, of any sort, missing from the arrangement, and he was playing an instrument with a deeper sound than the violin, but he had loved the piece when he was a kid, and when he turned ten, he taught himself the Treble and Alto clef and translated the two arrangements that he couldn't play into Bass clef. He set the music on his stand, and set the binder down beside his stool, before picking his cello up again and sitting down. He looked over the music once to give himself a reminder of how to play it; as it had been… nearly four years since he last played it. Then, he set to relearning it.

The first time was choppy, and the second time wasn't much better, but he improved on the third try, and by the fifth, he could play it nearly perfectly again. The piece was fairly difficult, since he had to shift fingering positions several times during the song, as a cello doesn't have an E string, but it was still an easy piece, much different from pieces he had been learning in high school. Then again, it was a piece from his childhood, and it brought back nostalgic memories that made him grin like an idiot. When he was bored of playing Fiddle Tunes, he got out one of his harder actual cello solo pieces and started playing it. He had escaped to this room around a week ago, and he had managed to learn it then, so he quickly relearned it, and then started really playing it, finding himself swaying to the music and the movement of his bow. "You really get into the music, huh, Kiddo?" Gabriel's voice rang from behind him. Kevin smiled a little and nodded.

"Yeah, without realizing it most of the time," he sighed slightly. "Hey, Gabriel, when I… y'know… do you think you can keep this room hidden from Dean and Sam? I don't want it to be changed at all, especially not with the way Dean would change it," he asked. "If you remember, of course," he quickly added, chewing on his lip and turning to face him.

"Of course, kiddo," Gabriel chuckled. "Yeah, I wouldn't want this place to change either," he murmured, sighing a little. "Y'know, when I was little, Lucifer taught me how to play a harp," he said, chuckling and leaning back. "He didn't want me showing it to the humans, but he let me anyways, 'cause maybe with music, they'de actually stop being complete idiots," He said, crossing his legs on the stool he was sitting on. "So I did. And they broke my harp," he sighed softly. "I went home, crying. Dad asked my why I was crying, and I told him; the humans broke my harp. He… He told me that I shouldn't care that much for a harp," he sighed. "I told him, 'If you don't care for the sound of music, you don't know what art is,' and he…. He took my wings away for.. A month," he muttered. When I got them back, Lucifer gifted me another harp, and together we orcestrated all of our brothers and sisters as a peaceful rebellion against father. Little did we know, that the humans could hear us below. The angels were singing. The clouds were dancing, and they had never heard a more beautiful sound in their life. That was how music was taught to humans. They learned how to communicate with music long before they knew that they were naked, or they knew how to speak, how to form languages. For a long time, Lucifer loved humans for it. But… It changed pretty fast," Gabriel ended what he was saying, not really feeling like going into detail of what happened afterwards. Kevin smiled and nodded.

"That's beautiful," he mumbled. Gabriel nodded in agreement, before disappearing. When Kevin found himself alone, he put up his music and the stool and stand, before picking up his binder and putting it back in it's hiding place, before picking up his cello and bow again. He looked around the room, smiling, before going back to Sam and his room, putting up his cello on the top shelf, and going back to the library to work on the tablet again.