Bobby pocketed an Angelblade and looked me over. "Fangirling? About me? I ain't that special, Gwen. You should meet my boys. Come have a seat." I giggled nervously. "I.. Ehm... I already have. Met your boys that is." He looked at Gabe wonderingly. "Have ye now? And did ye cry then too?" I turned to take a seat, and heard him gasp ever so slightly. "No. I was in a bit of a pickle then, as you can see. I was bleeding out at the time, so I thought I was hallucinating." Bobby quickly put a pillow behind my back, so my wing stumps wouldn't be pushed against the back of the chair. I smiled. "You must have been a great Dad to the boys." Bobby looked abashed and pleased at the same time. "Why thank you. How on Earth did your wings get so molested? And, bigger question, why the Hell can I see? I never saw any angelwings before." I bit my lip. "Long story, Bobby. And for Gwen, a bit of a hard one too." Gabe said, quietly combing his fingers through my hair. My eye fell on a bottle of Johnny Walker Blue, and I smiled. I would tell Dean that Bobby did indeed drink that stuff up here. "D'ya wanna drink? I got tea, I think, coffee for sure, and the good stuff too." Bobby said, indicating the blue bottle.
I smiled and Gabe quirked an eyebrow at me. "I'll have some of the latter, please." I said and bit my lip not to laugh at Gabe's face. "You got it, little lady. I like a girl who appreciates the finer drinks." Bobby said, pouring me a healthy helping. "You want some too, Gabriel?" Gabe blinked and cleared his throat. "Yeah, that'll be great, Bobby, thanks." I noticed Bobby poured Gabe an even bigger helping. "You want Gabriel drunk, Bobby?" I asked, a bit apprehensive. Both men laughed. "This ain't the first time, mr. Archangel here has visited me, hon. I know he can handle this." I cocked my head at Gabe. "It isn't? Now why would you visit an old, grumpy hunter in his personal Heaven?" Gabe studied the contents of his glass intensely. "I think Gabriel here missed human company." Bobby offered. "And I'm one of the few people here who won't fall down in a swoon when an Archangel visits." Bobby tipped his glass at Gabe and grinned. "I remember when he was just the Trickster, so I ain't impressed with his rise on the supernatural ladder." Gabe grinned at him."So, Trickster, tell me all about why I can see what has happened to this poor girl's wings." Gabe shot me a glance, and I nodded, taking a large sip from my glass.
"...so basically that's the story." Gabe finished, draining his third glass. Bobby looked at me pensively. "And the boys? Did they find anything yet?" Gabe sighed. "Yeah, but Sam and Cas are afraid that the spell involved could kill Gwen. Dean and I, we're pretty sure it'll work." Bobby got to his feet and pulled a big book of the shelf behind him. "Lemme see now..." he muttered, leafing swiftly through it. "Ah! This must be what Sam found." He showed it to Gabe, who nodded. "Allright. Hmhm. Uhuh... Well, I can understand why Sam and Cas would be carefull, but on the other hand... You and Cas will be on stand by, won't ya?" Gabe looked offended that he'd even suggest otherwise. "Of course!" Bobby smiled and winked at me knowingly. Again? Was I wearing a sign around my neck, saying 'The Archangel Gabriel is in love with me'? "Well, then I don't think there's anything to worry about. If Grace is needed to deal with it, y'all can deliver, right?" Gabe looked relieved. "Thanks, Bobby. I just needed your opinion on this." Bobby nodded his head. "Any time, Gabriel. You say Hi to my boys, will ya?" I hugged him. "Of course, you big old Pappa Bear." Gabe jibed and clapped him on the back.