A/N Along with a few mildly suggestive jokes and scenes, there is one particular one in the beginning that deserves mention. But it's added for comedic effect, and the detail is kept at a bare minimum. (Once you see it you'll thank me for that.) Considering that Gabriel's in this, I'm honestly surprised that it took this long.
This turned out far more comedic than I intended but it was the funnest one-shot to write so far. There's not too much plot in this one, just a bunch of protective Gabriel and Crowley. In the spirit of the holiday, the "haunted house" is referencing an actual serial killer. Sorry for the late update. I was going to put this up on Halloween day, but the cold I've had for the past few days hit its peak. So it was unfortunately left in its editing stages while I wallowed in bed.
Happy (late) Halloween!
Halloween. It was something that you never really paid attention to beyond the age of 12. Like the Winchesters, after one reaches their teen years, they learn that the true holiday takes place the day after when all the candy goes on sale. On the other hand, Halloween was one of the worst days for supernatural activity. Any odd killings or sightings on this day were always taken as a prank, or as a product of the public's overactive imagination. Monsters knew this. For example, a body drained of all its blood with fang marks on its neck, would be rationalized as a creative murder in the name of the holiday. So to you, the day held nothing more than the promise of a hunt.
But that didn't stop you from reminiscing about childhood holidays with the Winchesters. John was always on a hunt without fail. So the three of you would make costumes out of what you could find in the hotel. You had vivid memories of scrambling around the room trying to think of something. Dean was always the best at it. Your personal favorite of his was when he turned into Batman with the aid of a black trash bag, an empty cereal box, and a marker. You would make a game out of it. You would go treat or treating in whatever town you happened to be in, and whoever got the most candy with their costume won the game. Dean would've won that year too if Sam hadn't gone as a towel/cardboard garbed angel. All he had to do was look at people, and they would be putty in his candy coated hands.
"Trick or treat!"
"Aww well aren't you just a little angel!"
*Starts absentmindedly putting handfuls of candy into his "adorably oversized" pillowcase.*
"Thank you ma'am!"
*Literally melts and shoves in another handful for good measure.*
"Of course sweetie, have fun!"
*Shuts the door without bothering to notice you and Dean while two adults behind you aww themselves into a coma.*
Your 8 year old self cursed him and his puppy eyes.
You and Dean were currently preparing your weapons in the bunker armory while Sam kept a lookout for cases in the library. Sam suddenly came in with the laptop in tow.
"I assume you've found something of interest." You said as you set down the silver knife you had just finished sharpening.
"So get this, I found four unexplained deaths in a haunted house a few towns over. The house itself was abandoned in the 1890s after a woman set it on fire, killing her husband and two kids to get the insurance money. The structure of the house survived, and was renovated in the 1920s. It was turned into a haunted house slash museum last year. It looks easy enough, and it's only a two hour drive away." Dean let out a snort of amusement.
"You mean you found an actual haunted house?" Sam chuckled.
"Pretty much." Dean put down the gun he was cleaning, and reached for another. Salt got friggin' everywhere in those things.
"Sounds like we've got multiple ghosts. Y/N go see if we have to make a supply run. I'll finish here."
"Got it." You started to make your way to the supply room when you heard a thump in the living room. The three of you exchanged looks before grabbing the nearest weapon and running out the door. You made it there in record time before skidding to a halt to take in the scene presented to you.
Gabriel was suggestively splayed across the poor defenseless couch in a "sexy" angel costume. Complete with a white speedo, fake reflective wings, and a halo. The coffee table was straining under the weight of countless pieces of candy. Some littering the floor around it. "Honey I'm home!" He said while sporting a playful smirk.
You looked on with both disgust and bewilderment. Sam rolled his eyes and left to the other side of the room without a word. Dean audibly gagged beside you. Gabriel sat up. "Come on now, you can't tell me none of you are aroused." He broke the stunned silence. Clearly enjoying your suffering far too much. This time it was your turn to roll your eyes.
"Wow…" You laughed slightly and replayed in a vaguely amused tone. He perks up at this.
"That's more like it!" Crowley stepped out of the kitchen, and stopped dead in his tracks upon noticing the archangel. He looked speechless for a few seconds. His mouth opened slightly before halting, as if trying to find the right words.
"Mother of sin…" his distress coaxed a small smile out of you and Sam. Dean was still staring on in horror.
"See he's into it!" Gabriel continued. Gesturing towards him. Crowley seemed to recover from his initial shock.
"When did the playboy reject come in." He deadpanned. Gabriel adopted a face of feigned offense, and sat up straighter.
"Well then how about you join me." He snapped his fingers and gave a show that would forever scar you and the Winchesters. Crowley's usual suit was replaced with a (debatably) sexy demon outfit. Complete with fake horns, a red reflective speedo, and a tail.
Stunned silence took over the room. A small gag came from Sam, and Dean actually puked in a small trash can in the corner. Even Gabriel looked disgusted with his work. Crowley's eyes shone with murder...that is until a small laugh dulled it. You were pretty sure it was just your way of coping with trauma, but you couldn't help but find it at least a little funny.
"Now that I think about it, did I honestly expect anything less…" The lighthearted tone in your voice seemed to get Crowley to calm down, and his gaze was reverted to one of mere disdain. Sam spoke up for the first time since you left the armory.
"Listen you should probably change back. Kevin's out on a food run, and will be back any minute now, and we can't afford the therapy. Gabriel snapped his fingers again.
"Gladly." In an instant Crowley was once again in his suit, but Gabriel remained the same. You spoke again in a scolding tone.
"Both of you." He gave a dramatic sigh and did what you asked.
"Jeez you three really are no fun."
Sam went to go check on his psychologically scarred brother. You were about to head back to do your original task when the door opened. Kevin came in with an assortment of bags that he was obviously only barely able to carry.
"I noticed we were low on salt and spray paint so I got more while I was out." Dean regained his sense of reality again as he formed a complete sentence.
"We were just about to pack up for a hunt today so that's perfect." Kevin gave him a nod and handed the food to him. Dean eagerly took it to the kitchen. Gabriel and Crowley hid their surprise and concern at the prospect of a new case. Kevin spoke up again as he wandered further into the bunker.
"I'm going to go put this in the supply room." Sam quickly followed after him.
"Here I'll show you the details." You hear muffled chatting for a moment before it fully disappears. Dean rejoined you in the living room and started in the direction of the armory. He called out without missing a beat.
"Come on Y/N let's go load up the Impala. It's only 9 so if we leave soon we'll probably be back by tonight." you wordlessly followed. Starting at a jog to catch up. He nearly fell over when Gabriel appeared in front of him, effectively blocking the hallway. He tried in vain to keep his demeanor as casual as possible.
"Hunting? It's a holiday why don't you take a break?" He said enthusiastically. Crowley began watching the scene from the sidelines, unsure if he should join in on the impending argument. Dean gave an impatient huff.
"Holiday or not, I'm going crazy being cooped up here all day. Besides it's just a simple salt and burn case." Gabriel looked to you in hopes that you would back him up.
"I've gotta agree with him on that one. It's been two weeks since we've left for anything other than supplies." He forced down his frustration and calmed himself. The last thing he wanted to do was fight, but he didn't know how to say it otherwise. He knew that he would never be able to keep you from hunting. No one could, but he wanted you to stay in the safety of the bunker just a bit longer. The incident with the demon town had shaken him to the core. It was a losing battle but that didn't mean he wouldn't try.
"You really should rest for at least a little while longer…" This confused you and the Winchester. Rest from what? Meanwhile Gabriel was internally panicking. Outwardly you seemed just fine. But there had been a huge rise in the number, and intensity of your nightmares. They weren't exclusively about the torture, but the event itself had brought every painful and unpleasant memory to the surface. And his little known mother hen instincts rivaled even Dean's.
After a moment you both picked up on the hints that he was dropping. You were ready to go through the iconic Winchester "I'm fine" routine when Gabriel sighed, and let you through with a resigned expression. "Just be careful." It was directed more at you then anything else. His expression hardened as he shot a look at Dean that could be easily translated as, "She gets hurt, you get hurt." Dean shakily nodded and left, you verbally answered before following.
"As always." Gabriel walked back into the now desolate living room and Crowley approached him.
"Great job, you really convinced her to stay." His sarcastic remark chipped at Gabriel's composure.
"Well maybe it would've worked if I had had any backup." He shot back.
"You forget that I have a reputation to keep. I cannot allow myself to show concern for a Winchester." The irony in that statement made Gabriel want to bang his head against the wall.
"Are you serious? We BOTH gave that up when we started guarding her. If you refuse to show any concern at all then why'd you start doing it in the first place?!" Crowley chose to ignore that question and instead attempted to calm him down.
"Those three stopped the apocalypse. I'm sure that they can handle a few petty ghosts." He had a point, but the archangel was unfortunately too worried to see it.
"That's what they said last time." He replied in a more even tone. Something flickered in Crowley's eyes.
"I assure you, every creature in hell knows the consequences of hurting her. Nothing like that will ever happen again." His tone held a fierce protectiveness. Gabriel allowed himself a small smirk.
"Can't show concern for a Winchester huh?" His face fell as he forced it back into a neutral expression.
"Watch it feathers." The conversation halted for a few minutes as they retreated into their thoughts. Gabriel's face lit up as he continued it.
"I have an idea!"
"What have I done to deserve this?" Gabriel rolled his eyes.
"Shut up and listen. You can turn invisible right?" Crowley's eyes narrowed, unsure if he should answer. But he was no match for his curiosity and gave in.
"Yes…" And he was almost certain he'd regret it.
"We're going to follow them. Anything that goes near them won't stand a chance." Crowley would never admit that he liked the idea, so he figured that he could at least pointlessly argue it for a few minutes before "giving in"
"They clearly don't want to be stalked." Gabriel gave him a dirty look.
"Which is why we'll stay hidden." He was skeptical, but he didn't want to leave Gabriel to do it on his own. He was positive the overprotective idiot would screw it up somehow.
"If they don't figure it out, then your brother will tell them."
"Cassie's up in a meeting right now, and won't be back 'till tomorrow. So we're good as long as we can keep it from them." Crowley sighed.
"How do we talk without alerting them?" Gabriel smiled and took that as an "I'm in"
"I know a spell that can make it so that only we can hear each other." Crowley nodded. Sam came into the living room with Kevin close behind. He quickly left to the library while Sam went to the door.
"We're going to head out in a few minutes. We should be back by tonight." Gabriel gave him a swift nod of acknowledgement. The two waited for them to leave. They stood in complete silence until the sound of the Impala driving off was heard.
"Let's go." Gabriel said as the pair's forms flickered out of visibility. The archangel spent a few seconds to concentrate before speaking again.
"Alright, the noise spell should be up." Crowley again looked at him with skepticism.
"How do you know?" Gabriel rolled his eyes and ran to the library. Crowley followed. He stood behind Kevin and yelled his name. He didn't react. He did it again for good measure, only to be met with the same results. Afterwards he dramatically gestured to him with a smug look on his face.
"See?"
"Fine birdbrain let's get going then." Gabriel's eyes widened slightly.
"Oh yeah." Now it was Crowley's turn to have the sudden urge to bang his head on a nearby wall. He felt a strange pit in his stomach as Gabriel grabbed his arm and started to fly.
This is going to be a loooong day…
(Elsewhere)
You rode in the backseat of the Impala. The ride had been silent thus far as Dean concentrated on driving, and Sam focused on further researching the case courtesy of his magical Wi Fi abilities. The three of you were snapped out of your thoughts when a loud thud resounded from the roof.
"Hey Y/N everything alright back there?" Dean asked.
"Yeah it just sounds like something hit the roof." You stared at the ceiling in curiousity. Sam looked out of his window before speaking.
"The trees outside look pretty big so that's probably it." Dean adopted a look of worry.
"Damn that sounded heavy...better not have left any scratches." With that silence enveloped the car once more as the matter was forgotten.
(Meanwhile)
Gabriel flew over the Impala, thinking of the good place to ride along. The front would obviously be taken, so he considered the back. But then he remembered you. It would be near impossible to pop in right next to you without you noticing, or on top of you if his aim was off. (Something that he decided he was pretty okay with if it weren't for the fact that you and the brothers carried angel blades at all times.) But then he was left with the original dilemma. He cringed as an idea came to mind. But without any other options, he went for it.
The landing wasn't too hard, but due to the fact that he was trying to land on top of a moving car in the first place didn't exactly help matters. Crowley regained his senses just soon enough to catch his balance. It's not like either of them truly ran the risk of falling off, but that wasn't a chance that he was willing to take.
"What the hell are you doing!?" The familiar accent yelled in his ear.
"There was no other way to follow them without being noticed!" Gabriel yelled back in hopes that he would hear him.
"And this is going to help us how exactly?" Deducing that he was already going to hate every second of the trip, Crowley resigned himself to figuring out what he was going to do next. He didn't want to, but it's not like he had a plan to go off of either.
"I don't know where the hunt is and I didn't want to raise any suspicions by asking." Crowley once again agreed, but refused to show it. They both rode on top of the Impala. Crowley had taken to sitting on the back, his legs hanging over the edge. Gabriel did the same on the side. The whole thing looked absolutely ridiculous, and both of them knew it.
This went on for about an hour until the Impala pulled into a gas station. Dean got out of the car and started to fill the tank while you went in to pay. The two invisible hitchhikers followed out of boredom. The building was empty with the exception of you and the cashier. setting a 50 dollar bill on the counter, you spoke up to get the attention of the middle aged man behind it. "45 in gas." He spun around to address you, his eyes widening as he took a second to look you over.
"Hi there sweetie. I don't think I've seen you here before…" One of Gabriel's wings instinctively shot out in front of you. Crowley stood on the other side of you, ready to attack.
You felt an odd shift in the air around you, but didn't give it any mind.
"Only the gas." You said more forcefully, your voice colored with annoyance. He leaned in closer to you, as a predator would with prey. Crowley tried to position himself in front of you.
"Wouldn't you like that gas for free?" Gabriel almost lunged until he spotted Dean staring through the window, about to enter. But all three of them were stopped when your patience ran out and you pulled out a knife. You pressed the tip against his chest. He immediately pulled back.
"Just, gas." You said emphasizing each word. He stood still, as if he was weighing his options. (Wisely) Deciding that it wasn't worth it, he wordlessly took the bill and handed you the change. Dean watched the whole thing with a proud smirk. You walked out of the gas station meeting Dean at the entrance.
"I've taught you well." This got you to smile. The two of you walked back to the Impala, the sound of idle chatter following. Gabriel and Crowley started towards it as well.
"You heard the apathy in her voice. This has happened before." Crowley said barely keeping his own voice level. Gabriel nodded in silent agreement. The scene he witnessed just a few seconds ago made his blood boil. The fact that you were able to scare him into backing off, and that Dean checked on you after you didn't immediately come back brought him a little comfort. But scenarios with less...favorable endings ran rampant through his mind. Without another word the too climbed back onto the Impala as they heard the engine start.
"Tell me again why we're on top of a moving car!?" Crowley yelled as various types of bugs flew into his coat and hair. It took everything Gabriel had not to laugh. Being thrown off wouldn't injure him sure, but that didn't mean it wouldn't hurt like a bitch.
"I told you, it was the only thing I could think of!" He decided that it would be a good idea not to mention the fact that his power deflected them.
After what seemed like forever, the vehicle finally stopped. It pulled up next to a 1800s style house with an obnoxious multicolored sign stating, "Haunted Home of a Serial Killer Open 8pm - 3am" The two stared at it in confusion, and amusement.
"Haunted. I would never have guessed." Crowley said sarcastically. Gabriel let out his own disbelief.
"How can they take this seriously…" Their attention was diverted as the car doors opened. Dean took in the house in all its fake spider webbed and wobbly foundation glory.
"Wow Sammy how'd you ever figure out that there were ghosts?" Dean said adding his own sarcasm as you and Sam got out of the car. The younger Winchester giving him his best "unamused" bitchface. You stood up to look over the hood.
"Maybe if they cut back on the fake corpses, and the cotton ball webs it'd look a bit better." You said halfheartedly.
Crowley shifted uncomfortably. in your close examination of the house, you had managed to unknowingly focus your gaze right at his crotch. Gabriel laughed as the King of Hell honest to god blushed.
Just as Dean was about to open the Impala's trunk, two teenagers all but flew out of the house. You were assaulted with vivid flashbacks of your time with the Ghostfacers. White as a sheet, the guys turned to you.
"Get out of here, the shit in there's real!" All five of you simultaneously thought "No shit." Sam ran over to them in an attempt to get more information. You and Dean followed while Crowley and Gabriel watched from the car. Sam caught up to them and grabbed the arm of the one closest, causing the other one to stop.
"Calm down. We get rid of this kind of thing, okay?" They breathed a little more evenly as he continued. "We need you to tell us what you saw." He let go of his arm.
"We thought it was all fake, so we went in before it opened to look around. But when we started messing with the bedroom, this ghost came out and started chasing us!" The shorter one explained. You and Dean listened intently.
"Did you see what it looked like?" Sam asked, trying to deduce the type of spirit. The tall one spoke up, his voice more level than the other.
"It was a guy. He had really old fashioned clothes on, but they looked tattered." Sam nodded.
"When did he come after you?"
"He appeared when we started going through a jewelry box on one of the dressers. I don't know what we did but I think we angered it!" His tone became panicked again. You leaned over to Dean, and spoke just loud enough for him to hear.
"Bodies were most likely destroyed in the fire, so it's an object from the box…"
"He didn't mention the kids, so they probably won't come out right away."
"Yeah. Assuming that they searched the ground floor first, and made it to the upstairs bedroom without interruption, then chances are they aren't even there." Dean gave you a quick nod of agreement as Sam finished his conversation with the two teens.
"One more thing. Did you take anything that you found in there?"
"No." Sam looked skeptical.
"Are you sure. The reason I'm asking you is because if you took anything that might have upset them, you could be in serious trouble later on." Sam gave them a stern look to add to his point.
"No, I swear we didn't take anything!" He searched their faces for a moment before conceding.
"Alright that's all we need to know. You need to leave now. Go home, find a hotel, or really anywhere away from here. This could get ugly." They both rigorously nodded, and ran down the street.
The three of you started back towards the Impala. Dean opened the trunk and dug out three large canisters of salt, a handful of lighters (with lighter fluid of course), and three pre-loaded salt shotguns. The gear was separated between the three of you. You heard the soft click of the trunk closing as you prepared to go in.
"So we know that there is at least one active ghost, and it's safe to assume that it's attached to the jewelry box itself, or at least something inside it. Two kids died in the fire, but we don't know if they're active or not. How do we do this?" Sam went through what you knew about the house.
"Y/N, You go upstairs and find the box. Sam and I will light the fireplace downstairs. Yell if you need help."
"Got it. Same to you."
"Show time." Gabriel did a dramatic stretch as he practically jumped off the car. Crowley slid to his feet, and rolled his eyes. Approaching the entrance, Dean swung the door open as you and the Winchesters peered inside. Seeing no immediate threat, the five of you cautiously walked in. The floorboards in the entryway creaked as it took your collective weights. Gabriel used a spell to silence his and Crowley's footsteps.
You entered the parlor, the heavy scent of dust lingered in the air. Much of it being drawn up by the two guys that walked through previously. Once nothing jumped out at you, you exchanged looks with the winchesters. After receiving a slight nod of confirmation, you slowly made your way up the steps. Your gun ready to fire at a moment's notice. Crowley and Gabriel took up positions near the staircase. Keeping you in earshot while the Winchesters stayed nearby.
It had been a small disagreement between them on the way there. Gabriel insisted on keeping an eye on the Winchesters as well, arguing that you would kill them if they let anything happen to them. Crowley pointed out that he just didn't want to admit that he'd become attached to them. Despite the truth of that statement, Gabriel made a show of denying such a ludicrous accusation.
You reached the top and quickly found the bedroom. You carefully stepped through the doorway, ignoring the feeling of instability in the floor beneath you. It didn't take you long to notice a small wooden chest on the dresser. The rusted metal lock had numerous fresh scratches around the keyhole, indicating that the two teenagers before had done a rather unsightly job at picking it. You walked over and gently picked it up. The second you started to lift it from the decaying dresser, the door shut with a near inaudible click.
On instinct you spun around with your gun in position, leaving the box forlorn. The male spirit that had been described to you stood in front of the now closed door. You shot it, only for it to appear again a few feet away. You shot at it again, and again. But you only succeeded in making it move over. After a few minutes of this, it attacked.
(Downstairs)
The brothers stood back to back with their guns drawn. They hadn't seen any paranormal activity thus far, and were trying to keep themselves from falling into a false sense of security. An uncomfortable quiet fell over the room until a small pair of giggles came from the doorway. Two small boys about the ages of five, and seven slowly staggered through the door. Gruesome burns covered every inch of their bodies. The two looked on with both shock and disgust. The two boys moved to different sides of the room, setting the Winchesters into action. Dean dug the lighter out of his pocket, and lit the fireplace in the back.
Sam threw toys, and everything that looked as if it belonged to a child, into the flames. Dean kept them away from Sam as he did this. They had burned nearly half of the toybox in the corner when they heard gunshots upstairs.
"Sam! Go help her!" Dean shouted over the gunfire. Sam was about to protest when a loud thud emanated from the bedroom.
"Go I'm fine!" Sam ran for the door when one of the ghosts followed, only to be shot down by Dean.
"Get over here you little bastards!" He climbed the steps just as the door started to open. You leaned against the wall in exhaustion. You had just managed to fight him off. You had been tossed around the room like a ragdoll, giving you plenty of new scrapes and bruises. Sam entered the room gun first.
"Y/N are you alright?!" Sam asked breathlessly. Giving you a once over for injuries.
"Tired but fine..." Sam looked relieved as he glanced in the direction of the box.
"So that's it then?" You nodded, your breathing started to returned to its normal rhythm.
"Come on. Dean's probably going to need backup downstairs." Taking note of your less than pristine condition, he picked up the box and went towards the door. And once again, it slammed shut and the male spirit appeared once more.
The box was, yet again, set down. This time, on the bed as the two of you raised your guns. You shot at it a few times before it threw Sam into the dresser, knocking him unconscious. You ran in front of him taking on a protective stance. You kept shooting at him to no avail. He eventually he grew impatient, and tossed a vase at you from the night stand. It shattered on impact against your right shoulder. The shock of the pain caused you to let out a short yelp as the piece that sliced into you fell to the floor. Blood ran down your arm from the fresh cut just above your collarbone. Realizing that there was no way of defeating him again, you grabbed the box and ran out the door.
"Well if you want it come and get it!" You yelled behind you in hopes that it would get it away from Sam.
(Downstairs)
Crowley and Gabriel were currently trying to keep Dean from being killed without being noticed. Gabriel had somehow talked him into helping the elder Winchester on the grounds that you were protected with the moose running to your aid. The two child spirits had ganged up on him. The two invisible guardians fought to keep them off of him while he emptied the toy bin into the blazing fire. Toy after toy, object after object, but nothing seemed to slow them down.
Finally Dean saw a wooden rocking horse tucked away in the corner. Grabbing it out of desperation, he threw it in the fire. The ghosts around him screeched and faded as the last pieces of the toy burned to ash.
Seconds later, the two guardians froze as they heard you scream. But before they could react you ran down the staircase with the spirit in tow. Gabriel wasted no time in stepping in front of the ghost to hold it back. As much as he just wanted to smite it, he couldn't give away his involvement. You sprinted to the fireplace, and chucked it into the flames. Crowley noticed your bloodied arm as the ghost flickered out of sight. He swore under his breath. Gabriel's face contorted into one of guilt. How did both of us fail to notice!?
You held out your good arm to Dean, who took it without looking up. He stared at your shoulder in concern.
"How bad is it?" You wadded up your jacket and pressed it into the wound.
"It looks worse than it is. Shouldn't need stitches." He looked hesitant but dropped the subject.
"Where's Sam?" You motioned for him to follow and started up to the second floor.
"One of the ghosts knocked him out upstairs. I couldn't carry him back on my own this."
"I'll go get him, go put out the fire." You nodded and did as he said. Half an hour, a few bandages, and one moose later, the three of you sat in the Impala. Sam had woken up with an unnecessarily large bandage running across his forehead courtesy of Dean. The bleeding in your shoulder had stopped after it was dressed, and most of the blood had been cleaned up. No one had the energy to speak as the engine started, and the car began to move. Crowley and Gabriel in their appointed spots.
"How did we miss that? We were literally right there?!" Gabriel yelled for the upteenth time in frustration.
"I told you we shouldn't have left to help squirrel!" Crowley shot back with venom in his voice, hoping it would shut him up. Gabriel didn't respond. The rest of the trip was silent both the in, and outside of the impala.
The second the car parked, Crowley and Gabriel flew into the bunker to make it appear as if they had been there the whole time. Dean opened the door and walked in with you and Sam close behind. Dean went into the kitchen while Sam collapsed on the couch.
"I'm just going to go to bed. I'll eat in the morning." You tiredly said to sam who was busy picking at the bandage on his head.
"Yeah you should get some rest. See you in the morning." You stifled a yawn and headed to your bedroom. You didn't bother to change, and fell asleep before your head hit the pillow. A few minutes later your two now visible guards noiselessly followed. Gabriel stood at the side of your bed and gently put his hand on your shoulder. You flinched slightly before it was completely healed. The makeshift sling disappearing entirely. Only then did they take their usual positions.
Neither of them said anything. Gabriel couldn't believe his idiocy. He was right there. Mere feet away from you when you had gotten injured, and yet he still failed to do anything about it. His wings would always sit on you like a blanket. This was so that they were indistinguishable from a heavy comforter. But as his internal argument became heated, they curled around you slightly. Crowley had been experiencing the same sense of stupidity since they got back. The only difference being that he hid it better.
Meanwhile the brothers were raiding the fridge for whatever Kevin had brought. It didn't matter how exhausted Dean was, nothing was keeping him from a hearty dinner and an ice cold beer. Sam was famished. In his search for cases that morning he had forgotten to eat. Dean had of course tried to get him to sleep off the bump in the back of his head, but his mother like nagging was to no avail.
After the look he received from Gabriel earlier, he was almost afraid to come back to the bunker with your arm half cut off. If he had any doubts about the weird relationship that you two had before, they were certainly gone now. But he was still wary of Crowley. He was just beginning to accept that Gabriel didn't have any ulterior motives. But Crowley? He remained unconvinced.
(2:00 am)
Gabriel stood up from your bed. You shifted from the sudden lack the warmth. The movement rousing Crowley who watched him in confusion.
"I've gotta go do something real quick, I'll be back in less than an hour." With no other explanation he few off to Chuck knows where. Deciding that nothing about the archangel would ever make sense, he walked over to your bed in Gabriel's place. His own wing stretching over you. You shifted again from the temperature change, and turned over.
The next morning you walked into the kitchen to find the brothers gawking at the newspaper. You stared on in both awe, and pity as you read the headline.
Local gas station cashier gets castrated by cash register in freak accident.
Dean was suddenly very, very afraid.
