I found Gabe in my room, sitting on my bed, listening to my iPod. He had his eyes closed and a sucker in his mouth. I tried sending him a thoughtmessage, but it rebounded. He had closed himself off from me. It made sense, since I could have started fantasising about him doing the touching, and that would have surely riled him, in more ways than one. I sat down next to him and touched his thigh. "Gabey." He jumped and his golden eyes flew open. He pulled the earbuds out of his ears. "Gabey... You ok?" I asked timidly, knowing that I might have crossed a big line by allowing Sam and Dean to touch my wings, at the same time no less. Gabe sighed and pulled me in a hug. As he kissed my temple, I felt his wings curl around me. "I'm good, Gwenny. I just have to remember that you are not familiar with wing etiquette." I sighed happily and melted into the hug.

After a bit, Gabe sighed and let me go. He pulled his wings back and I reluctantly looked up. "Ok. Lemme see." Gabe said, indicating my wings. "Nothing happened. They were very careful and it felt like a good massage." I kept the fact that I nearly knocked them over because Sam got at the point where my wing and back joined, to myself. Gabe quirked an eyebrow. "Still, I wanna see." Sighing, I stretched my wings. "On your stomach, honeybuns. I think I might have to preen you." Casting him a venomous glance over my shoulder, I flopped onto my belly. Preen indeed. I huffed and stretched my wings full span. Gabe sighed and clicked his tongue. "I tought so. Some of the quills have been bent and I think you could use an oiling." I slowly turned to look at him. "A what?" I asked incredulously. I must have misunderstood. "An oiling, Sweetcakes. Meaning that your feathers need a kind of... conditioner rubbed in them." This was getting weirder by the second.

"Conditioner... And you just happen to have that on you?" Gabe sighed and I saw a blush creep up his neck. "No. Actually, you have that on you." He put his hand flat on my back and pushed me back down. "I can do this for you, but you really, really have to know that this is usually a private affair. You do this yourself, or your mate does it for you." I couldn't look back at him, since he was still holding me down, but I mumbled in my pillow. "Two things: I thought being in love with eachother would qualify you as my mate, and secondly: I don't have anything remotely like a conditioner on me." Another big sigh. "Gwenny, do you trust me?" I tried to look at him. "With my life..." I mumbled around my pillow. "Ok then... Here we go... Let's light this candle." He carefully started carding his fingers through the feathers on my right wing, sometimes pulling a bit on a single feather, to get it back in place. I started feeling sleepy again. "This is nice, Gabey. Almost like a massage." I murmured softly. Gabe hummed in assent, not stopping his work. I actually dozed off before Gabe was done with my first wing.