Sam sniggered at his brother's face. Dean showed me that he could make a bitchface to rival Sam's best. "Nothing special, squirt. Just research." Squirt? Right... That was the final straw. I might only be 5' 4", but nobody calls me squirt and gets away with it. I fixed him with a glare. I knew that my lightblue eyes could get cold enough to freeze one's blood, if I was vexed enough. Apparently I was, for Dean swallowed visibly. "Now you listen to me, Winchester." I hissed, advancing towards him, my fists clenched. "You might be gorgeous, tall and full with enough sass to mess with the King of Hell and get away with it, but I do not like to be called 'squirt'. I absolutely hate the word 'squirt'." I had walked right up to him and he had backed away, until his back hit the wall.

Unexpected, two hands gripped my arms from behind. Instinct kicked in and I ducked and drove my elbow full force into the stomach of the guy behind me. I heard a grunt and saw the figure double up. I came up swinging and gave him an uppercut. Suddenly my arms were pinned to my side by two strong arms locking around my upperbody. "Whoah there, fiestypants. I'd like my baby brother in one piece, if you don't mind." Gabriel's voice cut through my fight-or-flight reaction and I blinked. I saw Cas, rubbing his jaw and Sam and Dean looking at me with astonished eyes. Still fuming, I squirmed in Gabriel's grip. "Lemme go, Gabriel... I'm gonna tear Dean a new one..." A soft chuckle in my ear, but the arms tightened. "No can do, hotstuff. We need him." I struggled harder. "But Gabe..." I growled. "... he called me 'squirt'."

I heard the hiss of Gabriel's intake. "Dumbass move, Dean-o..." he muttered. "But we still need him, Gwenny. Let's adjourne to your room." And all of a sudden we were back in my room. I breathed heavily, but my anger was slowly fading. Gabriel's presence somehow calmed me down. Silly, since his behaviour was one of the things that got me worked up in the first place. Gabriel did a big intake and sighed, making my hair flutter around my ear. "You ok, Gwen?" he asked softly. I smirked bitterly. "A bit. I think I'm not coping too well." I leaned back into his embrace and closed my eyes wearily. I felt his breath tickle my cheek. "Gwen... I'm sorry. I should have stayed around." I turned around in his arms. "It's ok, Gabriel. I shouldn't have let myself go like that. Thanks for intervening." I kissed his cheek fondly and hugged him. When we broke apart he looked flustered. "I... I should... Oh screw this!" he exclaimed and suddenly he grabbed my face and kissed me.