Sam stirred the Sands gingerly into the rest of the mix and eyed it suspiciously, then nodded. 'Gabe... I think we need you here. Sam's almost done.' I felt the shock Gabe felt when I sent him that. 'Gwenny, sweetheart, you need to pipe down. You take these things way too much into your stride. Im afraid you're going too fast.' Really? That was what he was worrying about?! 'Lesser concern here, Gabey. Let's get my wings back first.' I felt his amusement and smiled. Gabe appeared in the kitchen, and I thought I could see a golden shimmer behind his back, but as the fluttering stopped, the shimmer disappeared. Gabe arched an eyebrow at me holding the towel up against my bare torso. 'What the Hell, Gwenny?' I rolled my eyes and made a bitchface. 'Shut up, Gabriel. Just a precaution, since they can't be sure what happens if I'm wearing clothes around my upperbody.' Gabe pouted thoughtfully, then nodded. "So, are we ready to light this puppy?"
"Gabriel! Excellent timing. Here..." Sam handed the bowl to Gabe. "... rub this on the remnants of her wings." he said and lit the candles on each side of my chair. Cas looked uncomfortable and Gabe fidgeted. "Right." he managed and cleared his throat. "You guys realise that wings are very... Uhm... Sensitive?" I blinked. "Cas touched the stumps once, it was comforting to me." Gabe tensed up and shot Cas a poisonous glare. "Did he now?" Cas frowned at him. "Yes. She was hurting. She had just lost her wings, you suddenly dropped in on us, told her what she is and just as fast zapped off again. She was confused and scared, and to top it off, had to relive her time in the warehouse for us." Gabe blinked. "I'm sorry, Cassie. I should have known better." Gabe dipped his fingers in the bowl and walked around until he stood behind me. "Here we go, honeybuns." he said and I felt the coolness of the mixture radiate to my shoulderblades.
Gabe wiped his fingers carefully on the slip of my towel. I felt his mental sigh. 'Here goes nothing, Gwenny. I love you.' I felt the corner of my mouth curl up a bit. 'Love you too, Gabey.' I replied and stroked his arm as he was passing. Sam peered in the book and cleared his throat. "Ok then... Here we go. Cas, Gabriel, you ready?" The nodded, although I felt Gabe was very nervous. Sam squared his broad shoulders and began the incantation.
"Oleo sancto circa vulneribus, verberum a malo.
Tunc revertetur restituerent fuit.
Fugam custodia iterum fugere."