Gabe threw his hands up. "Oh great! So now we can add Bobby Singer to the list as well." Sam and Dean bristled at that, and he sighed. "Not that I don't like the guy, Hell, I do. But this raised a whole new question. How safe will Gwen be? How many others meet security meassures?" Anxiously, he began to pace. 'Gabey... Calm down, sweetheart. We can worry about that if and when I get my wings back. First things first.' Gabe blew out a shaky sigh. "Right. First things first. Guys, your take on this, please. If the only thing differing between Gwen's wings and angelwings, is that they aren't powered by Grace, how big do you think the succesrate will be?" Dean's face lit up. "That is like wether an engine is powered by diesel or gasoline, right? Minor differences in set up, to be able to use the other fuel..." Impressed, Gabe nodded. "Smart analogy. That would be it." Dean's smile turned into a grin. "Well, as long as we don't pour diesel in the gastank, we should be peachy, right Sam?"
Sam however, wasn't as optimistic. "I don't know, guys. Grace is a pretty fickle thing. It could still be dangerous." Dean rolled his eyes. "Fact is, Sammy, we don't need Grace. Just the feather and the herbs and Holy oil. No mention of Grace in the spell." Sam pulled up a big, old book and franticly started to leaf through it. "True... But the spell is for an angel. Maybe it'll need it's Grace to withstand the power of the spell. I'm still unsure about this, Dean." Dean frowned. "Partypooper." he muttered, making Gabe and Cas smile. I put a fond hand on his arm. "Dean, I know you want this to work, but let's not be hasty, huh? I think that if I did die, Sam would take it hard. He's the sweetheart, and you know it." Sam bristled. "Excuse me? Dean still aches about people too." Dean looked at his brother, with a look that was both pleading and annoyed. "Don't you dare bring up Kevin... He was on me, and you know it!"
Sam pulled a bitchface. "And Charlie was on me... We both screwed up, several times." Good gracious! What had I done? "Guys, guys, GUYS!" I yelled, to get them to stop. "I'm sorry, Sam. I shouldn't have said that. But still, the decission lies at my door, doesn't it?" They all grumbled in agreement. I took a deep breath. "Well, then. I will have to think about it." I turned to Dean and smiled weakly. "You got your duffel ready?" Getting my drift, he grinned and his green eyes lit up. "Sure thing, hon. Lemme just get it." He got up and left. Gabe eyed me suspiciously. 'Don't go there, Gabey. I love you and only you, but if I take a time-out with you, I'll never get any thinking done.' I thought at him, and sent him a memory of us on my bed. He actually blushed furiously and popped his sucker in his mouth more vigourously than was necessary. "Gabriel, you are very red in the face... Is something wrong, brother?" Cas asked, concerned. Sam's eyes flicked between me and Gabe and a cute, but annoyingly knowing smile curled his mouth. "Maybe Gabriel needs another shower, to clear his head." he said, teasingly. "Really, Sammy?" Dean was back, wearing his jacket, a duffel slung over his shoulder. "Well, then I'm happy to be out of here. Coming, Gwen?" I bolted, glad for the escape.