I checked on Handsome, who thankfully looked just the way I left him. Eggplant and limegreen polkadots... I shuddered. I could see Dean, bent over the engine of the Mustang, his butt shaking to the music he heard on his iPod. I took in the view, sighed and cleared my throat. Dean looked up and smiled. "Wanted to see if Handsome was ok?" he asked pulling the earbuds out. I nodded. "Was he really Eggplant with limegreen polkadots?" I asked apprehensively. The wide grin and twinkling green eyes answered me. "Yeah... I don't know what got into Gabriel, but he was pissed! I ended up upside down on the ceiling. Chained up and with my mouth taped shut. I'm glad Cas came by and spotted me." He wiped his hands on an old rag. "What I came to your room for, we're stuck on this spell, right. Gabriel and I feel we should do it, Cas and Sammy are afraid it will go wrong. We might just need your say in this."

I blinked. First they keep me in the dark, and now they need my opinion? "How does Gabe feel about this?" I asked. He shrugged adorably. "He was with you, haven't asked him yet." He clapped me on the shoulder. "Let's go and have some coffee. I'll brew a fresh pot." The memory of the awesome cup of coffee Dean had given me earlier stirred and I sighed happily. "Let's!" I said and glanced at Handsome. "Can we go for a drive afterwards? I wanna hear him roar!" Dean chuckled and his eyes twinkled. "Sure thing, but I'm going with you. I'll pack a duffelbag and this." He pulled out a serrated knife with Arab etching. I gulped. It was so easy to forget that the Winchesters were basically killers. Killers for the good cause, but killers none the less.

Dean had seen my reaction. "Just a precaution, Gwen. You never know with demons." I grimaced and felt the remnants of my wings tense up. Dean rubbed my shoulder. "Relax, hon. Odds are they'll never show. Now how about that coffee?" I nodded and we walked to the kitchen. Sam and Cas were sitting at the table. "Dean, Gwen... Everything ok?" Sam asked. I nodded. "All is aces, Sammy. Don't worry." Dean replied. Cas looked around us. "Where's Gabriel?" I had actually expected him there, with Sam and his brother, but he wasn't. An uneasy feeling crept in my stomach. "When I went to see if he had fixed my car, he was in my room. I don't know where he's gone since." Cas frowned. "Dean, I'm a bit worried about my brother. He is very out of sorts... I still don't know why he put you on the ceiling like that..." Dean caught my eye and winked. That man was smarter than he let on! I couldn't help but smile. "Me neither, Cas. Me neither." Dean said, deadpanning. "Call it a sugar low, little bro." My heart skipped a beat. Gabe had just walked through the door behind me.