Sam, Dean, and Cas reentered the bunker library with a new plan in tow. The ingredients and spellbooks were arrayed around the table just the same as they'd been when the trio had left. Dean paused, being the first to notice the lack of company. Despite the amount of people they'd had in the bunker over the years, his hackles still raised instantly when an extremely powerful witch and archangel went mysteriously missing. They had a lot of important artifacts to protect around here, okay?
Just then, Rowena stumbled out from behind a bookshelf like she'd been pushed. Her hair was astray and her entire physique loose, and the situation became crystal clear. It was less of a surprise, then, to watch Gabriel round the corner with his clothes tousled and movements awkward. Dean grimaced. "Seriously?" He wasn't exactly sure who he was asking, but it needed to be asked.
Rowena raised an eyebrow, as if to ask what the problem might be.
"He's—what, a billion years older than you?"
Gabriel smirked. "Same age difference between you and Cassey, Dean-o."
He straightened, mouth agape and suddenly unable to close. "At least we don't fuck at a time like this."
"Okay, okay!" Sam held up his hands, obviously having heard enough.
A/N:
Hello hello! I just wanted to thank anyone reading this far in. I DO intend on making the back-iest comeback with all the stories I wrote but never posted here, so if you're following me you can look forward to that!
In other news, BloodforInk asked a question anonymously so I thought I'd answer here. The "summer of love" from the third chapter is actually a quote from 11x06! It was a sarcastic comment on Sam's end to refer to how close Dean and Crowley were while Dean was running around as a demon. Personally, I'm HOPING it was sarcastic, but I guess it's up to viewer interpretation, lol.
Thanks again for reading! Have yourself a good one. :)