As Chuck drank and Castiel fretted the Archangel now sat glued to the television set with the bottle of Highland Park grasped tightly in her hand. Castiel cleared his throat and pointed out to Gabriel that with her help she had almost brought the prophet's house down around his ears. With a cursory snap of her fingers Chuck's house was in order.

The lesser angel stood, his arms folded, staring at Chuck who sat at his desk staring at the computer's screen, mere seconds away from a total melt down. The angel's face was serene, his eyes soft, but he was staring nonetheless and Chuck felt the pressure building. Someone had hit the celestial mute button and he had nothing.

Then an angel's voice rang out. "Oh, look! It's the Reverend Camden and just listen to that dramatic music," Gabriel squealed and took a slug from the bottle, a beatific smile on her face.

Chuck swiveled in his chair to face her as she sat cross-legged on the couch and he asked hesitantly, "Ah, don't you I think it's the Christian thing to do. To share the bottle I mean?"

"Don't be silly, Chuck, you're driving."

"Are we going someplace?"

Gabriel turned a jaundiced eye toward him and replied, "I don't know. You tell me."

Castiel, as impatient as ever, sighed nosily and glanced at his fellow angel and saw her shake her head ever so slightly before letting her gaze return to the TV.

Chuck's eyes returned to his computer and he actually started to pray for his head to either start pounding, the portent of God's word, or to explode so all this would end.

"Oh look, Annie Camden just made a barf face," Gabriel cried pointing at the set, "And she told Ruthie to go brush her teeth and Lucy's in the bathroom putting on make up!" The prostitute jumped off of the couch, arms stretched high in the air in victory, and shouted, "Hat trick!" then proceeded to take three pulls on the bottle.

"And all before the first commercial break," Chuck muttered to himself. Rubbing his stiff neck he felt a faint pain gathering behind his eyes and held his hands poised over the keys and waited...but still nothing. And there he sat while in the Camden household, the Reverend wrote a sermon, interrogated his daughter Lucy's date before they left for the diner, Matt Camden slammed the phone down causing his mother to get mad, Simon Camden acted like a big wuss, Mary Camden dribbled a basketball while wearing a towel and the Archangel got plowed.

As she continued to play the Seventh Heaven drinking game Chuck became concerned about Gabriel's well-being and the diminishing level of the whiskey in the bottle and he finally got up and, at a complete loss as to how to entertain angels, he decided to order pizza and within half an hour the bell rang.

Gabriel ran to the door and threw it open and came face to face with the zit faced delivery dude who just stood dumbfounded and smiling stupidly at her.

Coming up behind her Chuck smiled sickly at the driver and said, "Hey, Ronald."

Pushing his way inside Ronald sidled up to Chuck and whispered, "I knew something was up when you ordered the extra pies. Party?"

Confused, Chuck replied, "Party?" then assured his friend, "Nope, no party here. Definitely no party. This is ah, my cousin, ah, Gabriel...la."

Balancing the pizza boxes on one arm Ronald stuck out his hand to her and Gabriel just stared down at it. Flustered he looked to Chuck who told him, "She's not from around here" and noticing her dark hair Ronald then said "Hola," and wiped his sweaty palm on his uniform pants.

"Hola, Ronald," Gabriel replied grabbing the pizzas and then added, "Pay the man, Chuck."

As he reached for his wallet the prophet gave her a pained look and she added, "Lay not up for yourself treasures upon earth, where moth and rust doth corrupt, and where thieves break through and steal," and at that moment Ronald thought Chuck's hot cousin was from outer space and grabbing his money he was out the door.

Gabriel set the boxes on the coffee table and took a seat on the couch again. Smiling she opened the top most box, the one that held the double pepperoni and double cheese, and leaning forward inhaled deeply. She pulled apart and picked up a piece and daintily tasted the tip. She sighed and closed her eyes and stuffed three quarters of the piece into her mouth.

Chuck sat down next to her and reached for a piece but instead of taking a bite he offered it to Castiel who declined the offer content to feed his vessel spiritually.

Finished with her first piece Gabriel grabbed the slice from Chuck's hand and devoured it and he asked her, "When was the last time you ate?" as he watched her lick her fingers.

"Never," she answered pushing closer to the box intent on devouring the rest of the pie herself.

"And I thought Dean Winchester was a glutton," Chuck said staring at her in wonder.

"Oh, he is," she agreed readily, "But that won't be the sin that finally does him in."

"Oh, no?" Chuck asked his interest piqued.

"The odds on favorite is lust."

"You have a betting line in heaven?" he then asked and she looked at him as if he were really, really slow.

"Sure. I thought I had a sure thing with that McCain-Palin ticket," she said between bites, "but I guess you're not the mud monkeys Uriel thought you were."

Chuck looked up at Castiel and he just shrugged, "Some of us fight for what's right while others..."

"Get to live vicariously through the prophets."

Gabriel words chilled Chuck Surley to the bone. "How long have you been my Archangel?"

"Since the day you were born," she told him tossing the first empty pizza box onto the floor, "And I'm so glad your head returned to its natural shape."

Reflexively running his hand across the top of his head he asked, "And you've...watched over me...every day since then?"

"Yep."

"Even the time I wet my pants in Mrs. Finnmaucher's first grade class?"

"Uh huh," she mumbled around another mouthful of pizza.

"And when I shoplifted that classic car model kit with the...?"

"The 1969 Dodge Charger Daytona with the rear spoiler? How do you think old man Peterson found out it was you?" she confirmed wiping her mouth on the tiny sleeve of her tee shirt.

Rummaging under the boxes Chuck pulled out a handful of napkins and thrust them at her and refused her offer of another piece of pizza. The thought of someone watching over him for his entire life had spoiled his appetite to say the least.

Gabriel just huffed and thrust the piece of pizza at him again and told him, "And I was there the day you locked braces with Wendy Wilson and the time you wrapped tape on your fingers and pretended to drop money in the collection plate and the first time you popped wood and the time you..."

"Okay, okay. I get it, I get it." Chuck shouted trying to drown her out.

The room grew quiet until Gabriel burped and the couch practically shook. Castiel looked at her with disgust. It had been eons since the Archangel had taken on human form and her manners were fine, back in the day, but in today's world they left a lot to be desired.

Chuck simply couldn't help himself and he started to laugh, hesitantly at first but when Gabriel giggled he found that once he started he couldn't stop and after fifteen minutes of gut busting laughter, with tears streaming down their cheeks, Chuck and Gabriel collapsed in a heap in the middle of the couch.

As their laughter died down Chuck finally noticed the pair standing in the doorway and jumped to his feet. Chuck stared as Sam and Dean Winchester walked into the living room their faces pale and drawn and although he really didn't want to know he felt he should ask anyway. "What happened?"

Sam's face paled even more if it was possible and Dean just shrugged. What could one say when one had just freed Lucifer and initiated the beginning of the end. So he just bent over the pizza box, all the while his eyes glued to the well endowed hottie with pizza grease all over her pouty lips and holding a bottle of Highland Park Whiskey to her breast, and grabbed a piece. He then winked and said, "Chuck, you ordered pizza...with a side of hooker."