I sat in my bed and blinked. 'Well, that escalated quickly...' I thought. With a sigh, I gathered my stuff and went in search of a shower. I carefully took my feather out of it's hidingplace and put it on the planchette above the sink. I showered, brushed and got dressed. In my overnight bag I had two sets of clothing, one casual, yet a bit daring, the other... Well, let's just say daring would be an understatement. It was downright sexy. I put on the skirt and blouse of my less outrageous set, and tied my hair back in a ponytail. There, I was presentable. Following the sound of voices, I found the kitchen, where everyone was sitting at the breakfast table. "Morning, Gwen! Coffee?" Dean asked pleasantly. "Yes please!" I answered happily. Sam looked up from his lorebook. "Morning, Gwen." he said and smiled. "Morning, Sam. On a case?" He glanced down at his book. "No... Just research." I felt he was a bit evasive, but that might have been my imagination. "Good morning, Gwen." Cas said in his pleasant, gravelly voice, also looking up from a book. "I hope you are rested."

I smiled at him. "I'm good, Cas, thanks." He inclined his head a bit and looked back into his book. The last person at the table sat in stony silence. "Morning Gabriel." I deliberately said loudly, accepting a steaming mug from Dean. "I hadn't told you that yet. You were gone so suddenly." Gabe glared at me, but he managed a strangled: "Morning." I smiled and took a sip of my coffee. "Mmm! This is a mean cuppa, Dean. My compliments!" Dean smiled and his whole face lit up. "Gods... You should smile more..." I sighed, making Sam chuckle and Dean grin. Cas merely looked up and commented: "I agree. It is a pleasant sight." I snuck a sideways glance at Gabriel, but he merely frowned. "Gabriel, what is wrong with you today, brother? You seem out of sorts." Cas asked him. Gabriel sank even lower in his chair, crossed his arms and huffed. "Nothing."

Sam smirked at him, his eyes twinkling. "Right. You are a regular mr. Sunshine." Gabriel sat up and snarled. "Shut up, Samsquatch! Isn't a guy allowed to have a bad mood anymore?" Sam looked at him, utterly surprised. "Of course you are, Gabriel, but it's not usual for you." Grumbling to himself, Gabriel resumed his former position, hanging low in his chair, arms crossed, face brewing thunder. I sat down at the table, opposite Sam and quietly sipped my coffee, while observing the youngest Winchester doing research. Dean plopped a plate of toast, bacon and eggs in front of me. "Eat up. You had a rough time yesterday, so you need to strengthen." he said gruffly, but friendly. I smiled at him. "You should smile more too, hon. It becomes you." He winked and set another plate next to Sam's book. "Sammy... Put the book away. Food."