Gabe snapped his fingers and the table was laden with all kinds of breakfast food, including Sam's oatmeal with blueberries. "There. That's that." Another snap and one surprised Sam, a very disgruntled and wet Dean, clutching a towel around his waist, and Cas stood around the table. "What the Hell, Gabriel?" Dean yelled. Gabe chuckled. "Sorry, old bean." Another snap, and a pile of Dean's clothing lay on the table. "Consider yourself lucky I didn't zap you here five minutes ago." I couldn't help it. I giggled at Dean's stumped face, earning me a deathglare. Sam's mouth twitched, but he knew better than to laugh at Dean this early in the morning. "If you can snap my clothes here, why not dress me at the same time?" Dean snarled. "It might be a tight fit then." I explained. Seeing three amazed faces and one pair of twinkling whiskey coloured eyes, I knew I had put my foot in it. "Gabe pulled a fast one on me, a while back. When I demanded he put my clothing back on, he told me that he might make them too small." Huffing, Dean grabbed his clothes and stalked off. "Gimme two minutes." he grumbled.
Still pulling on his green plaid shirt, Dean reappeared. "Now what's the freaking hurry, Gabe?" he grumbled, emphasising the 'Gabe' sarcastically. This earned him a raised eyebrow form the Archangel. "Well, Dean-o, Gwen had a vision, and it was bad. So I thought we could have a nice breakfast and see how to prevent it coming true." Imediately, Sam was at my side. "Geez, Gwen... A vision? You ok?" I smiled at him. "Yeah, I'm fine, Sam. I really am. It was a bit of a shocker, but I'm sure we can find a way to stop it." Cas frowned at me. "Was there any indication of the timeframe? Did it involve Lucifer, or Michael?" Gabe held up his hands. "Allright already! Give the girl some room to breath... Let her recap the thing for us, then we can worry our pretty little, well figuratively little.." He eyed the others and his mouth curled sarcastically. "...heads about it. Gwen, the floor is yours." I picked up a scone and cut it in half, trying to find a way to open this can of worms. "Well, I got the vision when I was out cold from the spell..."
"... and, of course Gabriel had to pop up and jump in the way. So, he got kabobed... a second time. Not a good thing to do regularly, Gabriel." I tried and use sarcasm to ease the worry in my gut. Gabriel smirked at me, but in his eyes I could see the worry too. "Good thing we're forewarned then. I think we should train you up a bit, give you a better fighting chance." The others nodded agreeingly. "Good. So, Twiddledee, Twiddledum... does this place have, like, a gym of kinds?" Dean swallowed a healthy bite of scrambled eggs and bacon. "Not that I know of, but Sam has done more exploring..." Sam shook his head. "We do have some pretty spacious rooms near the back. Some only half filled. If we move some stuff around... we could find a place to spar." Gabe clapped his hands. "Great! Let's boogie, so I can start teaching..." That met with three steely glares. "What?" Gabe asked, genuinely surprised. "Not so sure you're the best to teach, Gabriel." Dean said simply. That earned him a foul look. "Why the Hell not? I'm an Archangel. Fierce, absolute..." I smirked. "Heaven's most terrifying weapon." I finished the unintended quote. Cas raised his eyebrows, and the Winchesters grinned. "Exactly!" Gabe said, glad for the support. "No offence, brother, but you have been, erm... 'out of the game' for years." Seeing the matching smirks of Sam and Dean at Cas using airquotes, I giggled. "You need to tell me about that later." I whispered to Sam. "Sure thing." he answered.