Chapter Forty-Eight: Ice
"What do you mean waning?" Sam asked through the bathroom door as he finished cleaning himself in the shower.
"I don't know why it's happening now. I mean, I've been on earth for centuries. Maybe it had something to do with how I pulled you from Hell. I don't know, but my powers are not what they once were."
"You're becoming more human," Sam said.
"Well, I don't know about that," he replied, hanging his head off the edge of the bed as he kicked his feet aimlessly round in the air. "But my powers should have returned by now. I should be able to transport us anywhere in the blink of an eye."
"And you can't?"
"Nope. I landed in the ice machine."
"In?"
"In," he nodded. "It was kinda chilly."
"You were in an ice machine," Sam pointed out as he opened the door, drying his hair with a towel. He was wearing jeans but no shirt and no shoes.
Gabriel's face fell slightly as he noticed something. He flipped around in the bed and climbed out, awkwardly, yet somehow gracefully.
"What?" Sam asked suspiciously as Gabriel walked closer to him.
"I…" he began, standing much closer to Sam than was comfortable. What the hell was it with angels and personal space?
"What?" Sam asked again.
Gabriel's hand reached out towards him slightly, then he pulled it back.
"I did this," he said, brushing his fingers lightly along the handprint burned into Sam's side. Both gasped as electricity seemed to flow between them. Gabriel looked up at the Winchester towering over him and-
There was a knock at the door.
Sam and Gabriel jumped away from each other. They stared at one another for a moment before Sam went to answer the door.
"Dr. Tanner," he said. "What are you doing here?"
"You said you wanted to know immediately if I found something. Well, I found something. Her name was Jenna Coolidge. She died ten years ago in the house. Drowned in her bath tub."
