"Well," Dean said in his gruff voice. "Looks like you two at least simmered down a bit. Gabriel, buddy, lower the volume, will ya? The bunker is solidly built, but an Archangel's true voice might be a bit much." He looked at me, a bit worried. "Gwen, you ok? You look a bit heated." I bit my cheek and cleared my throat. "Fine, Dean. Thanks for caring." He smiled and winked. "Cas said he thought your angry vibes had left, so we decided to let you talk it out some more. Now we need you two to discuss things." He turned around to leave, but before he did, he looked back over his shoulder. "Oh, Gabriel, I think Gwen might appreciate her car in his original colour. And if it isn't any trouble, I don't think I like Baby hot pink either..." He walked out the door. "Just saying..." he added, before walking off.
I punched Gabe on the shoulder. "You painted Baby pink? You ass!" Gabe bit his lip and looked at me from under his lashes. "If you think that is bad..." I looked at him warningly. "What did you do to Handsome?" Gabe ducked his head deeper and mumbled: "Eggplant with limegreen polkadots?" I gasped in horror. "You turn those cars back... They have nothing to do with this!" I could swear he giggled or chuckled, but he meekly said : "Yes, ma'am." and snapped his fingers. From the corridor I could hear Dean's voice. "Thanks, buddy! Appreciate it!" I got up and kissed Gabe on the head, before lightly tapping his cheek. I wanted to check on my car, personally. "Told you they'd stay on." I whispered. As I walked to the door, I heard Gabe say my name.
"Gwen..." Something in his voice stopped me dead in my tracks. "Gabe?" I asked, uncertain. I heard the snap of his fingers behind me and felt a draft. "Gabriel! Put those back on!" He laughed. "Sorry, honeybuns. Can't do that. I might make them too tight, but here..." He snapped his fingers and my pants dropped onto my shoulders. "You can put them on yourself. Don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the view." He leaned back against the headboard, hands behind his head, sucker in place, every inch the Trickster. And, Hell and Damnation, it was hot! Staying right where I was, I slowly raised one leg, eased it into the black leather and teasingly pulled it up to the knee. Gabe seemed unfased, but I could see his pupils dilate and the whiskey colour of his eyes turn dark amber. Boldened, I repeated the action with my left leg. Gabe did a very regognisable movement with his legs. He was hiding his excitement. I felt a blush creep up and a feeling of power made me slowly pull the pants up over my hips. As I did up the button, Gabe took out the sucker and cleared his throat. "Go." he said hoarsely. I ran.