"Shut up, you two. Not important now." Gabe snapped. "You think you're better than me, Cassie? Really. Oh, it's on bro. As soon as we have a training room, we spar." He rounded on Sam. "Right, Samshine... where do we go?" Sam bit his lip to stop smiling. "Come on then... this way." He waved us along as he turned into a corridor. It felt like ages as we wandered through loads of hallways, passages and corridors. Sam opened a door. "There. This should be large enough." he said as he showed us in. I whistled. It reverberated through the air. "I'll say! You could fit a whole gym in here!" There were a few shelves with some boxes and some folders and books, but a snap of Gabriel's fingers took care of those. Another snap, and the room was an actual gym, complete with sparing ring, tredmills mirrors, mats and cycles. Sam grinned like a pumpkin and ran inside. Shaking his head, Dean sauntered in and nudged me. "Healthfreak, isn't he? I for one am going to sit here and watch an angelic sparring." I grinned. "This should be amazing!" Dean said, rubbing his hands.
We sat on a bench, next to the ring and I felt a little trepidition. Gabe may have been out of the game for a while, but he was still an Archangel. Cas casually walked into the ring, still fully dressed in his trenchcoat and everything. "Isn't he going to at least drop the coat?" I asked Dean in a hush. That got me a dark chuckle. "Girl, you don't know Cas... he'd rather die of heatstroke then drop the trenchcoat." Cas glanced at us and a smile played around his mouth. Gabe hopped into the ring and bounced on the balls of his feet. "Ready, baby brother?" Cas just turned towards him and widened his stance a bit. He lifted his chin in a challange. The angels started circling eachother like cats and the tension in my stomach turned up a notch. Sam quietly slid on the bench on my other side. "They ready to go?" he asked so low I nearly missed it. I merely nodded. Almost as if they had been waiting for some kind of signal, both angels dropped their Blades at the same time. I gasped. They hadn't told me they would be using their Blades! Dean pressed me down on the bench. Guess I wasn't to interfere...
Still the angels circled, until Gabe suddenly lunged. Cas parried the stroke, turned and let his Blade swish around at waist hight. Gabe jumped back, his Blade curving through the air. For long, agonising minutes, the angels lunged, parried, stabbed, blocked and basically tried every trick in the book. Cas flipped his Blade around in his hand, the actual blade paralel to his underarm, Gabe threw his over to his other hand. Still they met each and every charge the other made. The Winchesters and I were quite litterally sitting on the edge of our seat. It was a beautiful, yet terrifying, ballet. After a while, I was certain this could go on for ages. The clangs of their Blades meeting full force rang out again and again, but still neither angel showed signs of weariness. They didn't speak, which I was surprised at. I thought taunting would be at least Gabe's game, but they just kept sizing eachother up and then trying a new tack. And then, suddenly, it was over. Cas held his Blade to the side of Gabe's neck, the edge just pressing in slightly. "Not too bad, Gabriel. I did hold back though..." he said in his gravelly voice, not even panting. "Well..." Gabe said, eyeing the Angelblade carefully. "Guess I am out of practice then." Cas lowered his Blade and clasped Gabe's hand. They hugged. "Good fight, bro." Gabe said with a smile. Dean leaned in to me. "Cas did actually hold back. I've seen him in action more times than I care to remember. He is lightning fast." I swallowed hard. "Glad he did then..." Cas walked over, pocketing the Angelblade. "Whenever you feel like training, Gwen, just call." I smiled at him, noticing Gabe standing close by. "Will do, Cas. Maybe you two should spar more often. You looked like you enjoyed it." Cas smiled. "I did. It's nice to know your opponent isn't out to kill you." Gabe chuckled. "I could use it. I used to wipe the floor with Cassie." Dean grinned. "Good times!"