"Keep your wings tucked in, Gwen." Castiël's gravelly voice commanded. I blew a sweat soaked strand of hair out of my face. "Tyrant." I muttered under my breath. "I heard that, Gwen." I frowned. Sam grinned and Dean tilted his head once. "Angelic hearing." he muttered. "Shut up, Dean. You're distracting her. If you don't keep your wings tucked in, they are liable to get caught or stabbed, even if invisible." I knew Cas was right, and because I wanted to be able to defend myself, I underwent his rigorous training. He seemed to enjoy himself immensely and Dean tended to come watch, and sometimes join in. Today he got Sam to come along too, and we were sparring in turns. "Besides, if you should encounter someone who can see them, your wings are prone to telling if you're up to something." I straightened. "Excuse me? What do you mean by that?" Sensing the sparring was done for now, Dean relaxed too. "He's right, Gwen. Just before you attack, your wings tend to flatten down just a bit. If you press them to your body, they don't." Well crap. I'd better watch that.
Sparring with the Winchester boys was very different from sparring with either angel. Cas was ruthless, and Gabe played dirty. "Just because you're nice, doesn't mean the enemy will be so polite as to return the favour." Gabe said when I accused him of cheating. I scoffed. "I bet a demon wont even think to kiss me up against the cornerpost." Gabe smirked, his eyes twinkling. Cas had left us to go help the hunters with a case. He pressed into me more, the whiskey colour of his eyes turning amber. "I know. I'm working with what I have." Mesmerised I stared into his eyes, idly noting that the dark ring around his irises also darkened. "Gwenny..." his voice was low and hoarse, and it tingled down my spine into my guts. "I can make sure those three muttonheads will be gone for the day." I gulped, trying to wet my dry throat. "Gabey..." His tongue slipped over his lower lip and he closed in. "Yes Sweetcakes?" I could feel his breath ghost over my lips. "Kiss me again." A low chuckle, which played hopscotch over my vertibrae. "Gladly." he whispered, before pressing his warm mouth on mine. I moaned as he teased my lower lip with his tongue. My whole body warmed up and I melted against his form. He groaned, making me feel a powerful surge of heat vibrate through me. I opened my mouth and Gabe let his tongue slip in. He still tasted of cinnamon and sugar and I knew I could never eat another cinnamon doughnut again without thinking of him. His hands slid up my sides, onto my back. I pulled back regretfully. "Gabey... don't be long stalling them." He smirked, his eyes twinkling mischeivously. "I won't. I couldn't leave you alone for long, if I tried."
"Hey, guys, get this..." I cursed and ducked under Gabriel's arms to step to the middle of the ring. "What?" Sam looked up from his book. "Oh, I thought Dean and Cas were here. Gosh, you must have been sparring hard. You're both pretty flushed..." I could feel my blush deepen. "Yeah... Gabe's a filthy cheat." The splash of cold water that hit me out of nowhere made me gasp. Sam laughed. "I know, but I also know not to tell anybody. He's pretty petty in his reactions at times." The bucket that upended itself over him, was filled with molasses and Sam spluttered. "Gabe, you ass! That book is invaluable! One of a kind." Gabe chuckled and snapped his fingers. The book was spotless, contrary to Sam, who was still dripping fat rivulets of sticky, brown syrup. Dean came in, viewed the situation and burst out laughing. "Cas! Cas! C'mere a minute." he called back into the hallway. Cas came running in, only to give a master eyeroll. "Really, Gabriel? Not a very mature way to settle your differences, brother." Dean was still chuckling. "Nope. Fun though." The glare Cas gave Dean made me cringe. "Gabe, clean this up, please. I'm getting cold, and I think this has gone far enough." I plead. That earned me a saucy wink. "Only because you asked so nicely, Gwenny." He snapped his fingers and the next minute I was warm and dry, and Sam was clean. "Thank you, Gabriel." he said sarcastically. "You should thank Gwen. She's the only one who asks me nicely to do stuff." Gabe popped a sucker in his mouth and zapped away before any of us could reply.