Gabriel rose and swaying gently on her pink leather strappy four-inch high slut heels made her way over to stand directly in front of Sam who stood staring belligerently at her wondering just what the hell was going on. Why was Chuck's house still in one piece and not a pile of heavenly rubble? From what Dean had told him the heavens above were threatening to open up when he and Castiel had exercised free will and sent Zechariah back to heaven. Hot footing it to Chuck to save him from perdition the room looked neat, tidier even than the last time they'd been there.

Smiling crookedly she let fly a boozy hiccup and, ignoring his animosity, Gabriel stuck out her hand they way the pizza dude had done and said, "And you must be Sam Winchester." In anticipation of his foul touch her wings threatened to break through and unfurl to their full height and breadth, a lot like of like the raised ruff on a vicious dog, but she willed herself to remain calm and held her hand out expectantly in front of her.

Although Sam's childhood had been anything but normal he had, at least, been raised to be polite and he took her cool hand in his and shook it. His guilty eyes never met hers and, never bothering to read over Chuck's shoulder, Gabriel saw it all for herself. From the first drop of demon's blood to Ruby's final betrayal and her heart broke for him.

Sam Winchester had been a righteous man twisted and turned by fate and ill fortune into a demon whose power had freed Lucifer. The power was now all but gone, replaced by guilt and a smothering sorrow not for what he had become but for what he had done and for what had been done to his brother for his sake. Recognizing a kindred spirit Gabriel felt her host gently weeping.

Placing her hands on either side of Sam's face Gabriel pulled him close and whispered in his ear, "All is not lost. It could have just as easily been you whom God chose. But your brother cannot do this alone, he needs you."

Sam huffed incredulously and Gabriel knew Azazel had done his work well. Mary Winchester's son was now a shattered means to an end and he would need to be shown his true worth and his true path. The hooker pulled back and Sam's eyes finally locked with hers and he saw only compassion and her beatific smile and despite his raging headache he did feel better. "Have some Pizza, Sammy," she said loud enough for the others to hear and squeezed his shoulder, "Life's always better with pizza...and whiskey."

Castiel let out the breath he'd been holding and Chuck continued to fidget nervously as he stared at the couple while Dean took another piece of pizza and a seat on the couch. Holding up the whiskey bottle he beckoned for Chuck to join him and handed it off to the prophet and Chuck thankfully pounded another one.

"So Chuck, hookers? Highland Park?" Dean asked washing his pizza down with another Swig of the bottle.

Chuck simply shrugged his shoulders and smiled weakly, "Nothing's too good for the end of the world."

"Amen, brother," Dean agreed and glanced over to where 'Pinky' still stood with his brother and whereas her smile had been angelic for Sam it was now distinctly lecherous as she stared back at him.

Glancing sideways at Dean and seeing his matching leer Chuck suggested, "You might want to rethink whatever it is you're thinking."

"What?" Dean asked innocently, "With Pinky? You think she'll go for the Satan's special? Two for the price of one?"

Chuck moaned out loud while Castiel scowled at him.

Dean frowned back and asked, "What? She's not the bearer of any kind of pestilence is she?" he then asked and the prophet started to choke, tears running down his reddened face.

"Dean, Dean, Dean," Gabriel said squeezing in beside him on the couch. Clutching his arm she rubbed herself against his rock hard bicep like a cat in heat, "I've heard so much about you."

Puffing up like a peacock he smiled, "I bet you have, Pinky, and it's all true."

Fully expecting this sort of retort her laughter was full-throated and genuine. She was satisfied that she was going to win her bet eventually because no matter what God or the devil put him through Dean Winchester was forever a horn dog.

Gabriel stood up and headed for Chuck's bedroom. She turned and crooked her finger at Dean and said, "I believe you're interested in the Satan's special?"

Dean grabbed the bottle of whiskey and jumped up to follow her.

With an astonished look on his face Chuck looked to Castiel and when the angel remained stoic he turned to Sam and muttered, "If he thinks I'm paying for this he's crazy. He can damn well use one of those phony credit cards you guys have in your wallets."

Ignoring him Castiel turned to Sam and unable to hide his look of contempt said, "So it's done."

Sam flopped down on the couch and replied angrily, "Yeah, no thanks to your kind."

"Then I guess the credit goes to yours," he retorted.

Chuck stood up. "Now wait a minute, guys. Gabriel just put my house of brick back together and I don't want..." he stopped and cleared his throat, "I'd appreciate it if you two would take it outside..."

"Gabriel?" Sam said looking squarely at Chuck, "An Archangel's been here?"

The prophet's knees grew weak and he sat back down on the couch and started to stammer, "Is here...in my bedroom...with your brother...Pinky."

Sam just closed his eyes and surrendered to the pain behind them.

After chasing the cat away Gabriel and Dean lay facing each other in the middle of Chuck's bed, the Archangel smiling and resting on bent elbow. She stared at his lips and he leaned in to kiss her and a spark arched between them as they touched. Dean pulled away and swore at what he thought was static electricity but when he tried again the same thing happened and he began to wonder what kind of bullshit was going on.

Unconcerned Gabriel stroked his cheek and said, "So everything I've heard about you is true?"

Suddenly suspicious Dean ventured cautiously, "Well, maybe not everything."

"I heard that you went to hell," she started and he began to move away. She pulled him back and said, "And that you tortured souls and that you liked it."

Dean reached for the 45 auto he had stuck in the back of his jeans intent on placing a bullet right between Pinky's beautiful green eyes. But with a look from those same eyes he stopped.

"And that you are the righteous man who started it all," she continued and instead of throwing up a protective wall layered with bricks of sarcasm and anger he lay back on the pillow and covered his eyes with an arm.

"That's what they tell me," he said softly, "I couldn't help it. The pain...it was so bad...I just wanted it to stop."

"No one blames you," Gabriel said gently.

Dean didn't care. "I blame me," he insisted, "My father held out for a hundred years and..."

"And demon's lie," she told him and reading his thoughts she added, "As do angels."

Dean let his arm fall away and he silently stared at the ceiling listening as she asked, "But you do believe that you're the only one who can stop him now that he is raised?"

He though about it for a while and could only tell her, "I've gotta believe it...otherwise we're all screwed. But I can't do it alone. I need my brother but he's one out away from losing the series."

"Your brother will not fail. You will not fail. God has faith in you both."

Sitting up Dean turned to face her and asked, "So which are you, Pinky? Angel or demon?"

Gabriel sat up and replied, "I'm an Archangel," and handed him the bottle.

Taking a drink he shook his head and asked rhetorically, "So Chuck's angel is a beautiful, big breasted, boozy babe while mine's an anal retentive schlub who sells radio ads," and when she nodded he added, "Son of a bitch!"

"I'm Gabriel," she told him and before he could open his mouth added, "and no I'm not a dude."

"Obviously not," he agreed checking out her boobs again, "So no Satan's special?"

"I'm afraid not," she said regretfully, "The spark. It was a warning."

"A warning?" he said not fully understanding.

"Somebody's trying to hedge his bet, make sure you don't die from the sin of lust," she said peevishly and surmised, "I bet its Raphael. He's such a sore looser."

"Well, let your money ride because when this is all over..." Dean began but she shushed him and listened to a voice he couldn't hear.

Turning back to him Gabriel asked, "How long has it been since you've talked to Bobby Singer?" and before he could answer they could both hear Chuck's anguished cry.