"WHAT?!"
Dean winced at Gabriel's loud shout and in a reflex clapped his hand over Gabe's mouth.
"Shush... we're still not alone here, Dude." he hissed, looking around to see Luke tilt his head in wonder, Garth raise his eyebrows and Bobby march up.
"You boys got stuff to discuss? Take it to my office... the one inside the house, Dean."
Gratefull, Dean nodded and pulled a fuming Gabriel along.

"Geez, Gabe. I think Jody heard it, and she has a day off, so she is on the other side of town."
Gabriel didn't even quirk the corner of his mouth.
He just stood there, eyes dark and brooding, brows furrowed.
"She is so dead..." he said, voice even though strained with rage.
"Gabriel... calm down." Dean said soothingly, but the man swiveled around eyes sparking amber fire.
"No Dean... she threatened my baby brother... she needs to go down!"
Stepping back involuntairily, Dean licked his lips.
"You don't know she threatened him..."

Those amber flintstones sparked again and flicked up to his face.
"Oh, she did, bucko. Nothing else can upset Castiël like that. Tell me... did he kiss you goodbye this morning?"
A blush rose to Dean's cheeks so fast it felt his blood was boiling.
"Eh, I... eh... pfff.. that is to say... Yes." he managed to wrestle through his answer.
Gabe actually cocked his head a bit and his eyes softened a bit.
"Really? Huh... imagine that. Anywhoos. So not the issue here. Happy you two got over your shit, don't need the details. I do need a way to get that lying, rotten piece of hellscum out of our lives."

Dean could see Gabe's internal dial rise to High Dudgeon again and he surreptiously called his brother, leaving the phone so it would catch whatever got said.
"I'm telling you Dean... I'm this close to ripping that bitch's heart out through her throat... You don't mess with my brother. You don't mess with what's dear to me." Gabe ranted.
"Gabe... calm down already man. She didn't hurt Cas. He was fine. Shocked, taken by surprise, but fine." Dean soothed again.
"Nuh-uh padre. He was listening to that song... No way in Heaven, Hell or any of the planes was Cassie 'fine'. How did you find him? Was he lying down, sitting... what?" Gabe urged, still fired up.

Remembering how Cas had been curled up, like that frightened little kid, Dean bit down on his lip, hard.
Gabriel took his answer from Dean's face.
"That's what I thought. Hugging his knees like a kid, huh?"
Dean nodded dejectedly.
"With a cushion." he supplied softly.
Gabriel turned around and slammed his hand on Bobby's desk.
"FUCK!" Then he turned back to Dean. "She is dead. So dead, Dean. Don't try and stop me!"

Hearing a soft footfall on the stairs, Dean felt relief wash over him.
"Trust me, Gabe. I won't... but I know someone who might..."
The door opened and Sam walked in.
"Gabe... What's wrong? I could hear you all the way upstairs!"
Gabriel gaped at him.
"Sam? Wh.. what are you doing here?" he managed, before getting pulled into one of Sam's bonecrushing hugs.
"I have a day off, and Bobby asked me to help organise his stuff a bit."

Which was a blatant lie. After last night's call with Gabe, Dean had sensed a storm brewing and called in backup. He knew it was a bit low, but he also knew Sam was one of the most levelheaded guys Dean knew and he could talk feelings like a pro.
Even now Dean could see tension leaking out of those bits of Gabriel he could see.
"Sammy... Samshine... oh God, I'm glad you're here!l" the smaller man whispered into those massive, plaid clad pects.

"It's ok, Gabe. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Now, what got you so upset you felt the need to break your hand on that oak desk?"
Sam turned his hazel eyes on his big brother and mouthed 'Good call. Thanks'.
Dean mouthed back 'No problem. Ditto'.
He was honestly shaking by now. An angry Gabriel was truely like the wrath of God coming down.
"Sammy... that bitch, Lisa, she threatened Cassie." Gabriel was suddenly an angry little child who needed help badly.
Sam kissed the caramel coloured hair and ran a soothing hand over it.

"Ok. That's worrying, but killing her, however tempting and permanent a solution, isn't the way to deal with it, Sugarplum. It would mean me losing you to jail. I think I might go crazy. I just got you... and I wanna keep you!"
Gabriel hugged tighter before finally letting go.
"Ok then, smartasses... you tell me what we're gonna do then, because I'm not letting that skank get away with this."

The proud little smirk on Sam's face did not escape Dean's attention.
He coughed and winked at his baby brother.
"Gabe... do what you do best." Dean offered
That got him a double confused nose scrunge.
"What? Eat sugary stuff and be annoying?" Gabe asked, truely off the track.
Sam ruffled his hair affectionately.
"I'm sure that's not what he meant, Gabe."

Chuckling, Dean relented.
"No... I meant: get even. Manipulate, prank, use your resources."
Sam looked even more confused now, but Gabriel lit up.
"Oh, Dean-o! I like the way you think!"
His golden eyes twinkled in mischief and his smile was devious.
Sam's eyes darkened and a blush rose to his cheeks.
Dean's eyes darted between the two, and he surreptiously placed the bag of M&Ms he got for Gabe on the desk, before sidling out of he room.
He heard the tiny squawk Gabe gave as he walked down the hallway.

"Boy, you better make sure that idjet doesn't get himself into trouble. It would break your brother's heart."
Dean jumped at the gruff voice.
"Bobby... Hi. Yeah... I kinda figured that, so I got Sammy in beforehand."
Bobby chuckled deeply, scratching his scruff.
"You're smarter than you act, Dean. Now git. That Ford needs to be done today."
Dean grinned widely and gave Bobby the two fingered salute.
"Yes sir! On it!"

When he went inside to ask Sam and Gabe if they wanted lunch, Dean found them in Bobby's study, Gabe bent over a laptop.
Gabriel was cackling and Sam looked torn between wanting to bolt and wanting to eat Gabe alive.
Deciding that the less he knew, the better off he'd be, Dean turned to leave them alone.
"Dean!" Sam sounded so relieved, that Dean couldn't bear to leave now.

"Hey guys! What's up?" he asked.
Sam rolled his eyes.
"You don't want to know... but... seeing you were the one to start this..."
Sam gestured with his hands at Gabriel, who was clicking like mad and flipping a lollipop from left to right in his mouth.

"Hey, Gabe. Whatcha doin'?" Dean rescued his brother.
Gabe looked up, eyes sparkling.
"Hiya Dean-o! I'm digging. And boy does this closet have skeletons!"
Dean swallowed back the rising bile. A lot of those skeletons were probably from when he was still with Lisa, and honestly, he didn't want to know exactly how many times she'd fucked others.

"Ok.. ok. Ex-nay on the deets, pal. Just tell me you got this."
Gabriel cackled again and actually rubbed his hands.
"I got this. Nothing very shocking yet, but boy are you off the hook, babywise! I'll keep digging until I find something very bad, though. She needs karma to bite her ass, big time!"
Sam licked his lips, out of worry or something else, Dean didn't know.
"Right. I'm getting lunch, you two want something?"
Sam took the chance to bolt, but Gabe held up his bag of M&Ms.
"I'm good, Dean-o! Thanks!"

As he passed Sam in the kitchen, Dean couldn't resist leaning in and whispering: "Psst. Baby brother... your shirt is inside out."
Laughing at the undignified sound Sam made, Dean left the house to get a burger.
He poked his head back in and said: "You might wanna tell Gabe to cover that hicky better."
As the door slammed behind him, he heard something hit it.
Elated he got in his Baby and drove off.