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Third drabble in and still no reviews :( Ah well, I liked the mushiness last time anyway :P

Angels don't sleep, so there Gabriel was, just lying and watching her sleep. She was exhausted, not that either of them were complaining, and had fallen asleep sticky and satisfied and though a snap of his fingers had removed all evidence of the honey from the bed, the little smile in the corner of her mouth remained. As her eyes began to shift slightly and she slid into wakefulness he pressed his lips to that little smile, just as he'd been wanting to for the last few hours.

"Pancakes, Waffles or Banana Split for breakfast do you think?" He asked as he snapped his fingers for the items in question.

"Gabriel, sweetheart, it's been a wonderful few days but sooner or later I do need to actually eat some regular food, not just sweets all the time." She responded with a smile.

"Whatever you want sugar." The pancakes and waffles shifted to scrambled eggs on toast and cereal, but Gabriel helped himself to the banana split, digging a spoon in for a big mouthful as she she pecked him on the cheek. It was a few mouthfuls in before he started feeling odd, a strange ache in his head and it kept getting worse, and then he began to feel nauseous.

"Gabriel!" He heard her shout as his head thunked against the headboard, then, as suddenly as it came it passed, and he was looking up at concerned eyes.

"I'm fine cupcake, I just... one of my brothers needs me." Castiel had called him more than once, it wasn't that, it was that damned cupid's arrow wearing off, he remembered now, for all the good that was. None of his brothers were going to be any good with advice on how to let her down gently, maybe he could drop the Winchesters into a soap opera for a bit and see how they handled dumping women who were head over heels... that thought helped him manage a slight smile. "I'll be back soon, is there anything you might need in the meantime?"

"No... are you sure you're okay?" He nodded. "Be careful, I love you." He nodded again and disappeared, after all what could he say to that?

"Castiel." Gabriel said as he appeared in one of those cheap motel rooms the Winchester boys always insisted on renting, right before his brother dumped foul smelling liquid on his head. "Yuck."

"You are not in love with that woman, you were struck by an arrow."

"I know that, what on Earth is this stuff?" Gabriel asked shaking his hands, he tried to will himself clean and dry but whatever it was wouldn't respond.

"A mixture of herbs and holy oil, it is designed to help speed your recovery from the arrow's effects. We tried to find you and to call you sooner to apply it, but you would not respond and are remarkably adept at hiding yourself."

"Yeah dude, it's one thing hanging a sock on the door, it's another thing hiding the sock and the door and the damn hotel." Dean commented wryly, Gabriel was about to respond when he noticed something different about him... looking closer at Dean and Castiel he broke into a broad smile.

"I see congratulations are in order, and nobody thought to let me organise the stag night? I'm hurt." Never let it be said Gabriel was too focused on his own problems to keep his mind on the important things, like teasing the Winchester boys and his little brother. "I'm so glad you finally made an honest angel out of Castiel. Please tell me you at least saved me some of the cake?"

"There was no cake." Castiel responded.

"How the hell did you know about it, have you been looking in our heads again?" Dean accused.

"It's right there on your soul and Castiel's grace, like a wedding band Deano, speaking of which." Gabriel snapped his fingers and both Dean and Cas were sporting their very own rings.

"The cupids would have kept targeting Dean, now they won't." Castiel said his voice might have seemed his usual matter of fact if you weren't listening for it but there, almost hidden, was a trace of despair, of wistfulness. "It was the simplest solution." The frown on Dean's face and the bitchface Sam was pulling showed that they'd noticed it too.

"Right, well once you help me sort out a plan for dealing with... Rachel, then I'll set you up with a nice honeymoon, I'll even babysit Sam for you so you don't have to worry about him. What do you say?" The three glares only stretched Gabriel's grin wider. He was expecting Sam to complain about not needing babysitting or Dean to whine about not being married, but they just sighed.

"Wait, you've been with this woman for the best part of a week and you struggle to remember her name?" Sam asked.

"Well we weren't doing a lot of talking if you catch my drift..."

"I did not need that mental image." Dean grumbled. "For five days?"

"What? Is my baby bro's stamina not what you hoped? She had to sleep and do... human things for some of the time but basically."

"We have not, that is to say Dean and I have not indulged in the carnal aspect of a bond." Castiel stated, causing Dean to pull a 'what the hell is he telling Gabriel that for' face.

"Like I said, honeymoon, three weeks on a private little desert island should do the trick, any longer and you'd probably start getting withdrawal symptoms from not killing anything."Gabe winked at Dean. "I'll cover for you, I mean what is it you two exactly do, drive around, cause trouble, kill things, occasionally save the world, Sammy here can handle the driving and I'm a trickster a pagan god and an archangel, I think the rest of the job description is more than covered by my resume. And in the meantime." Gabe clicked his fingers and a three tier cake stand, with the bottom layer holding a chocolate cake studded with lollipops, the second tier holding a large pie and the top with a chocolate and marzipan Impala with Dean in the driving seat and Cas in the passenger and 'just married' written on the side.