I have to start putting in points of view now, because I'm adding a character. Not an Entry 30.3 will be from Dean's point of view. In case it's at all confusing, the first two chapters were both from Gabriel's point of view. (Or Loki, or Tommy. Same person.)

Not an Entry 30.2

Gabriel

I'm starting to really love being Keigh's baby (brother?). She's so kind, and seems to have really accepted me as one of the family. Crowley's not fooled, but he's keeping his mouth shut, and as long as he does, I get to keep my new Mommy. You could say I'm family-challenged, so being loved and accepted is a really big deal to me.

I was a little surprised when Keigh decided to bring me on a case with the idiot hunter boys, but I was pleased. I'd have thought Keigh would make me stay safe and protect me from having any fun as a baby, and I was ok with that, but apparently her idea of parenting isn't averse to a little entertainment. So now- get this, it's hilarious- I'm going on a case with the Winchesters. And Keigh.

Dean's reaction was just the greatest thing. I knew he was hopelessly in love with all babies everywhere, but it's one thing to observe it and another to experience it in person. He spent what felt like hours giggling and cooing over me. Am I even an archangel anymore?

It was kind of hard to miss how Keigh was looking at Dean, even for a baby. Not that I'm actually a baby or anything. But even Dean noticed. 'Course he did, he's obsessed with girls.

Dean winked at Keigh. Then Keigh smiled at Dean. And it was all downhill from there.

Keigh reached over and patted my hair. "Hey, Dean," she said sweetly. Oh, kiddo, I thought. You do not know what you're getting into. But maybe she did, judging by the rest of the conversation. I knew she liked Dean, but it looks like she knows he needs some careful handling, or he's a total flirt and ladies' man.

"Yeah, Keigh, what is it?" said Dean. I guess he hadn't quite caught the lilt in her voice, or the way she moved her head differently, suddenly conscious of her pretty hair, or the way she gazed into his eyes and smiled at his hair, the flannel shirt over his shoulder, the dimple in his cheek. Or maybe he just didn't want to move too fast and scare her away. Maybe he knew she wasn't another loose waitress in a small town bar with nothing to do.

Well, it didn't matter how thick ole Deano, was, because Keigh laid it out for him.

"I had a crush on you," she said, blushing perfectly, leaning forward a little, beautifully nervous. "In high school."

There was no need to freeze this moment. The way they looked at each other was permanently burned into my memory. Dean looking shocked, joyful, nervous, arrogant as always, waiting patiently, hanging on her words.

"I, uh, kinda still think you're cute," said Keigh. I got what she was trying to do- nervously telling Dean she still liked him, and could he possibly like her back. All he heard was the kinda part.

"Kinda, huh?" said Dean, a little upset, a little disappointed, but still almost purring, he was so happy to be talking to a beautiful girl who kinda liked him back. "Well, uh- that's nice."

He was trying to sound friendly, non-judgmental, and ready to listen, but he mostly came across as disappointed, although the look on his face was still betraying him. I ship Deigh.

My dear mother can rescue any situation.

"Yeah," she said, gazing at him just a little dreamily. Then she got serious, but not too serious. "It is," she said. "I don't mind liking you. You can be annoying and thick sometimes-" Preach it, Mama! "-but you're not a bad guy."

I could see Dean understood what she was saying, but he can't help being a snarky old barnacle.

"I'm a guy," he said, smiling and raising his eyebrows. That's mature. Why don't you have some respect for my mother, Dean Winchester? It's all in the last name, I guess. Winchesters have no respect for anybody. It's what makes them good Hunters.

"Oh, stop it," Keigh laughed.

Dean pretended to be hurt. "I thought you said you liked me," he joked.

Keigh slapped him. I don't think any of us were expecting that, although Keigh may have known she might end up slapping Dean. Keigh rocks.

"Be sensible, Dean. I like the real you. Flirt away, but I don't promise to swoon over your idiotic pickup lines."

Dean froze, then slowly smiled. "Hey, that's cool," he said. He was trying to keep it macho, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling like a little kid at a carnival.

Sam came and broke them up, but they were still looking at each other a good fifth of the time, and I caught Dean winking at Keigh a few times.

They talked about the case, blah, blah, blah. Dean didn't even notice he was still holding me until he got buckled, so I had a long time to think about him. He smelled like leather and beer and a bit of good honest dirt. He wasn't as cuddly as my mommy, but he was gentle and didn't shake me around or anything. I decided Dean was okay after all. He might hate me as a Trickster and think I deserve to be killed like every other monster he's ever met, but he's really an okay guy. I mean, he obviously didn't deserve Keigh, but I could see that they both liked each other. I could ship them. They're actually a really cute couple. I guessed I didn't mind if Keigh and I hung around with Dean and Sam sometimes. Sam's a total sweetheart, and Dean is okay. We could be friends. If he would give up on trying to kill me.

Maybe if he got to know me as a harmless little kid, he'd forgive me for being an awful grownup.