"A-HEM!" I released Dean's neck and looked at the doorway. "Am I interupting something?" Gabriel asked, his eyes hard and cold. Dean looked around at him. "Nope. She was just happy with the gift I gave her." Gabe tilted his head, but it wasn't cute. It was menacing. "Gift? What gift." I patted the roof of Handsome. "This! Look, Gabe! Isn't he gorgeous?" Gabe came over to me and looked at the car. "I guess. Never been partial to cars. I have wings, I can fly." That remark stung me beyond belief and I gasped. "Hey now, Gabriel, that was uncalled for." Dean called, but I clenched my teeth and hissed: "Well good for you, angelboy. I can't, so I'm going to drive this puppy out of here as soon as you lift curfew." I turned away from them both and walked away. Before I left the garage, I looked back at them and called: "Thanks for Handsome, Dean. I love him!" Once I was in the hallway, I slammed the door shut and stalked back to my room.
I hadn't even slammed my door yet, or Gabriel was sitting on my bed. I turned to stalk off again, but he slammed the door with his Grace. "What are you playing at, Gwen?" he asked gruffly. "What? Playing at? I don't know what you mean." Gabriel stood up and I had to crane my neck to see his face. "I leave you here, after some great making out, because I have to. Very important stuff. And you promised to stay put. Just over an hour later, Dean suddenly says he has to go, leaving me, Sam and even Cas wondering what the Hell. When he isn't back after twenty minutes, we decide that I'll find him. Imagine the surprise I get when I find not only him, but you too, dressed to kill and your arms around his freaking neck!" He raised his voice towards the end and the room shook a bit with the force of his true voice creeping through.
I was stunned. Did he actually believe I would do that? Make out with one guy and then meet up with the next? My cheeks burned with indignity. "Excuse me? I thought you had watched me, for several freaking years long... You should know I don't play with people. I'm no Trickster..." His whiskey coloured eyes narrowed. "I don't appreciate being followed, and I certainly don't like being called a hussy. Get. Out. Of. My. Room!" I dramaticly pointed at the door, but Gabriel didn't budge. "I have been watching you, and I know how much of a fan you are of Chuck's work... And how often you sighed: "if only Sam and Dean were real. I'd date them in a flash!" and batted your eyes." He struck a dramaticly pose during his rant and batted his eyes ridiculously. I felt the urge to slap him. "I can't help it if Chuck did a pisspoor job of describing you. Your background has been kept vague and you aren't well represented. He never mentioned you're the jealous type! Still, now I got to know you guys, there is no competition."
