Warm and content, I snuggled into Gabe's chest. He had been very right, we hadn't been interupted once, not even the third time. It seemed Gabe knew the room we were in well, because he could find the protection with his eyes closed. "Gabey..." I hummed. He kissed me on my head. "Yes, Gwenny?" I loved when he called me Gwenny. "Where are we?" He stretched and I could feel his wings move under me. "You like it?" he asked, surprising me. I'd expected a straightforward answer, like 'this and that hotel' or 'my cave in the mountains', not a return question. I looked around, and noticed that it fitted Gabe. The furniture, the lighting, the bowl of candycorn on the nightstand. "Yeah, I do. It suits you." Another kiss on my head, followed by a low chuckle. "It should. This is my personal Heaven." I sat upright. "You're kidding me... I'm in Heaven?"
Gabe took me on a tour of Heaven, a very secret one, since I wasn't even supposed to be there, and he was supposed to be dead. He lead me down a stark and boring corridor. All it had was doors, each one adorned with a simple plaque with a name and two years. If I had to take a guess, it was a back alley to some personal Heavens. "Gabey..." I whispered, scared to Death that some angel or other would hear me. "...where are we going?" Gabe put a finger to his lips, his eyes twinkling mischeivously. "Ssshhh. Come. We're almost there." He took my hand and I felt waves of giddy excitement coming off him. "Here." he said and put his hand flat on one of the indistinctive doors. "Read that." Curious I looked at the plaque and I gasped. It read 'Robert Singer 1950 - 2012'. My eyes teared up and I bit my hand not to sob. "Bobby..." Gabe nodded and hugged me. "Come." he whispered again, and he turned the handle.
The door opened into what could only be Bobby Singer's study. I recognised it from the description in Chuck's books. It seemed empty, and that surprised me. I thought the Heavens were always built around a soul. "Don't you move a... Oh, hiya Gabriel! Who's this pretty lady then?" A gruff voice, grouchy until Gabe showed himself. Putting a shaking hand to my mouth, I turned around. Bobby Singer was everything I had imagined, and I sank to my knees, tears pouring down my face. Gabe knelt next to me, hugged me and mumbled sweet nothings in my hair. "What the Hell, Gabriel. Ye never ever bring anyone along on yer visits, and now ye do, and she just starts bawlin'. I ain't that ugly, little lady." I started laughing through my tears. "Bobby, I'd like you to meet Gwen. Gwen, Bobby Singer." I rubbed the tears off my face and shakily got to my feet. "I'm sorry, mr. Singer... I... I just..." Gabe put his arm around me and squeezed a bit. "I think she's just a bit overwhelmed. Fangirling, I think the phrase is."