Title: Only Small Actors
Prompt: Written for enmuse on livejournal: "Supernatural, Team Free Will + Gabriel, Lingering bloodstains."
The bloodstained corpse lay unmoving at Dean's feet.
"Dang it, Gabriel!"
Dean hated witches . . . hated the unpredictability of their magic . . . hated the way that they could turn a simple hunt into a scene from a bad slasher flick.
"Gabriel, you have until the count of three . . ." and the archangel would pay for making Dean go there, making Dean count like a soccer mom, making Dean wait. "One . . . Two . . ."
One golden eye cracked open.
"Too much?"
Dean grabbed a fistful of the archangel's bloody shirt and dragged him to his feet without dignifying that nonsense with a response.
To Dean's left, Castiel was already spotless, and Sam had thankfully been across the room when the cursed knife had made its appearance. They were bonding over the destruction of the witch's altar as the fire sent their shadows dancing crazily across the walls.
Gabriel chuckled, "I just couldn't pass the scene up, Deano."