Title: Quality Time
Prompt: Written for miss_morange on livejournal: "Supernatural, Gabriel and Team Freewill, if he couldn't go back to his first family, he'd make his own."
It wasn't like Gabriel had popped up in the Impala one day and never left.
Because he had actually used the car door unlike certain other angels, and he did leave . . . frequently.
Dean more often than not went after him-grumbling and insulting the archangel's intelligence all the way.
Sam still cringes just that little bit waiting for Dean to be smote from the face of the earth. He finds it ever so slightly disturbing that Gabriel doesn't actually follow through with the potential threat.
The usual outcome is that Dean drags a sulky Gabriel back by the collar and promptly feeds both the angels.
Castiel stopped protesting a few states back. He likes the pie too much.
Sam just sighs and submits himself to Dean and Gabriel's favorite sporting event-mock Sammy.
He's got to stop sitting in the middle. The tag-team effect is bad enough without having one of them on either side.
After having fully indulged in pie and mocking Sam, Gabriel's sulky mood evaporates. This is the time where he pulls Castiel off to the side or joins the other angel in the backseat of the Impala where they communicate in whispers and non-human languages.
Sam's pretty sure that Dean should be worried judging by the look on Castiel's face. Sam's equally sure that he won't like whatever they're plotting.
Whatever. The Impala is off limits. The angels can reverse any bodily harm inflicted, and Bobby is on speed dial.
You haven't seen anything until you've seen two extremely powerful archangels cower under Bobby's wrath from halfway across the country.
Sam catches Gabriel's eye in the rearview mirror, and the archangel is grinning madly.
Sam doesn't want to know.
Sam isn't sure what made Gabriel decide that Team Freewill made an acceptable replacement for his brothers. And he's pretty sure that Someone out there is laughing at the inappropriateness of the Winchesters playing big brothers to a pair of millennium old angels.
As if on cue, Dean began to wail along with yet another rock song. Gabriel joined in as Castiel and Sam shrank a good six inches in their respective seats.
This was going to end very badly for the rest of the world. Sam just knew it.