Sam Winchester watched from where he stood as the lithe messenger made his way quickly through the horde of Vampires, he was a physical example that looks were often more times then not, deceiving. The large Power, that made sense, he had been fighting in wars since before the dawn of man, but a messenger was not what he expected. Gabriel wasn't even worried about the short sly angel, having left his side as soon as they appeared, with nothing but his own agility and a notched bow.
He was stuck in a place of awe as the short angel called out to the towering Power, and he ducked quickly, swinging his sword around as he kneeled, and the messenger flipped up to perch on his shoulders. Drew himself up, and shot an arrow down into the Vampires head that tried to get in from the front when his friend was kneeling. His feet curled around his shoulder blades, falling back fluidly to stick an approaching vampire from behind.
The Hunter, distracted as he was, released a surprised yell when a Vampire collapsed beside him with an arrow lodged in its forehead. Gabriel cheered his guy on, hooting proudly from where he stood back to back with the older archangel.
Watching them both, Sam could see where the little messenger had gotten his fighting style, he moved in the same rhythm that both Archangels did. As the last Vampire fell, the messenger hopped down from the Power's shoulders, beaming much too brightly for someone who had just driven thirty arrows into thirty unmissed skulls.
"47!"
The Power smiled "52."
"Damn it!"