Tyr; Norse god of war, son of Odin.

Tyr; an album created by Black Sabath in the year 1990, second on created after the drummer Cozy Powell joined.

Tyr; name of a small town in Russia.

Tyr; metal music band, known for their songs describing events from the history of not only Skandinavia.

It was cold as hell, Gabriel noted the first thing when he locked the coffee shop up at half past eleven in the evening. He craved his bed and vowed not to leave it for the next few years.

Balthazar had long ago gone home, his shift having ended when Anna's started. It was only the poor little him, Gabriel sighed, that had to come at the dawn of new day and leave in the dark of night. Yet.. yet.

He locked the door and double-checked that it held and that the lights were out and there was no stray customer demanding to be let out.

He couldn't hate the long hours. For one, the shop was his pride and joy, his baby and just that, his. He loved it there, he had poured his soul into each and every piece of furniture, hunted down in antique shops as well as the modern ones.

He loved how his customers had their habits, how the types changed with the day. At morning, there were students and business men and all the people that loved looking important.

After that, there were silent lonely persons, sitting subdued on their chairs with a book or laptop, at least until around noon the business men were back.

Around two in the afternoon, the awkward groups of two to five people crowded in, friends that haven't seen each other in ages and probably won't again after leaving the shop.

These left after four, leaving place for cheery groups of mismatched friends and occasional couple in casual clothes; Gabriel usually dimmed the lights by that time.

At six, some of them remained, but were joined by older couples, dressed up and talking in hushed voice, being all grown-up and subtle about trying to judge if getting into bed together would be acceptable after that one date, or not yet. The candles came at that time, aromatic ones if Castiel was still moping around.

But the most fun was after nine, that was the favourite part of Gabriel's day, even if Anna always seemed uneasy and opted to stay safe behind the counter, leaving waitress duties on him. That was when groups like Odin's came by. Those were people that wore black and loved stories and lived in their own, much more romantic, world. People who didn't need to drink alcohol to feel good and loved in their small gang, people that offered smiles but were wary of strangers. Gabriel loved them and out of those Odin's group the most; they sometimes came in with swords after practice or after a 'battle' and they sometimes carried guitar with them and sang.

Gabriel had been gifted a rose that day, from one of the girls from that girl. Her name was Freya, or at least she claimed that, and was just like the others. He still held it in his hands as he walked down the street with Anna, walking his cousin back home because it wasn't safe to let her be all alone.

"We are hosting the wedding lunch tomorrow.." the red-head noted and Gabriel quickly diverted his thoughts back towards her, nodding his head.

"I know." he offered, slightly sarcastic, "I've been in the cake for most of today."

"In?" Anna asked, chuckling gently, no doubt imagining her cousin actually climbing into the huge pink monstrosity, finishing the decorations from that spot. "Did they want a stripper?"

Gabriel quirked his lips in a grin and gazed upwards, running his eyes over the dark grey clouds. "No idea.. Why, you volunteer? It's really messy, you know that?" he asked conversationally, leading their way across one of the main streets, without bothering to look around.

Anna quickened her pace a bit, the sound of her high-heels echoing on the otherwise deserted street, and hooked her arm trough Gabriel's left, so she could rest some of her weight against him. "Me? Oh please.. I've got better taste then tongs and no-bra. Ask Balthazar, he'd love the idea, I bet." she noted and Gabriel pretended to think about it for few long moments.

They were silent until Anna fished for her keys and they said their goodbyes, Gabriel turning on his heels and going back home as well.

He wondered whether he should just move into the shop completely to save himself the walk.

"You back in your room, dude?"

"Where else would I be, Dean?"

"No idea when it comes to you. Now, Sammy.. Sammy, Sammy, Sa-"

"Shut up, be that kind.."

"Dude, really, what was it?"

"What was what, Dean?"

"You. I mean.. the guy was fine, I guess, and he did give me a sample of those pies to choose.."

"Okay, good. We are never, ever talking about thi-"

"You fancy him."

"No I don't."

"Oh hell yeah you do."

"No."

"No? Fine. Prove it."