I didn't look up when the sound of wings filled the warehouse, nor when warm arms surrounded me. The body in my arms started to shimmer, become insubstantial and faded away. "Come on, Gwenny. I'm ok. I'm here." I breathed in deeply and the cottoncandy smell calmed my frayed nerves. I leaned into that warm embrace. "I know, Gabey. But it was Hell to see you die, even knowing it was just a copy." He nuzzled my neck. "I'm sorry. We couldn't let the King go with him knowing I'm still kicking. And this was enough to distract him from actually killing you." I unfurled my wings and folded them against my back again. "Can we go? I'm hurting and getting stiff from sitting on this damp concrete." The brothers chuckled, Cas smiled, but Gabe frowned. "You're hurt? No-one told me!" Sam helped me up. "Gabe, she's been fighting demons. Of course she got a bit bruised. You can heal her and pamper her once we're home." Gabe sighed. "You're right. I should give her credit and not freak out over some cuts and bruises." He looked at me and his worried expression softened. "Come, Kung-fu girl. I'll drop you off at your car." He turned to the others. "You got them all?" They nodded in unison. "Yes, we did. Every demon in your neighbourhood has been exorsised. You're safe to go get Handsome." Dean said, smiling at me. Gabe gave them the two fingered salute and we were off. Handsome was right where I left him, gleaming in the afternoon sun, and I was glad I could get behind the wheel. Gabe slid in the passengerseat. "Let's go home." he said with a grin. We drove to the Bunker together, and after I parked Handsome, we went into my room. I fell onto the bed with a groan. "Oh! Devine!" I moaned and burried my head in the pillow. Gabe touched my head and I felt the battered feeling ease away, along with the fatigue. "I'm still going to sleep, Gabe." I muttered. Gabe chuckled as he started to work his fingers in my feathers. "I'm sure you will." he said softly. His magic fingers turned my bones to warm, liquid goo and I was out before he was done with the first wing.

I opened my eyes to find myself alone. Disgruntled, I made my way to the kitchen, craving more of Dean's excellent coffee. The Bunker was silent, and I didn't like it. One glance at the clock had me relax. It was only five thirty in the morning. Everybody should still be asleep, well, except for the angel bro's, but who knew where they were. Upside to this was the total peace and quiet, downside: no coffee. I grumbled and busied myself with the coffeemaker. I was on my second cup when Sam came in. "Morning, early bird!" he chimed and grabbed himself a cup. "Mmm. Almost as good as Dean's." Sam hummed and sat down opposite me. "You ok?" I smiled along the lip of my cup. "As ok as I can be. I didn't have nightmares, so that's a plus." I rolled my shoulders, tensing up my wings as well. "And having an angel cure you does reduce the soreness after a fight." Sam chuckled. "Yeah, that is one major upside to that. But angels are still not human. They tend to mess up things that we think are pretty normal." Dean came in, wearing a grey robe over his t-shirt and boxers. "Oh, don't get me started. Remember the first time Cas tried making pancakes?" He shuddered, as he grabbed a cup and poured the last of the coffee for himself. I emptied mine and got up. Sitting in a chair was always fun with my wings and I felt a little stiff. I arched my back up, like a cat, pressing my wings close to my body, then I bent my back the other way, stretching my wings up and straight back. When I let loose, my wings dropped and I sighed contently. Dean and Sam stared at me, wide eyed. "What?" I asked. "Ehm. I've seen Cas stretch that way before, but with the wings in play, it got clear why he stretches like that." Dean answered. Sam nodded. "Yeah. You kinda forget that he has wings, so stretching like that seems weird. But you made us see that it is pretty logical." Dean sipped his coffee. "Not to mention awesome. It's an impressive sight."

I caught a whiff of cottoncandy and oceanbreeze near the doorway and I turned towards it. "Hi guys!" I called as they popped up. Then I fell silent. When they appeared, I saw their wings, flapping behind them, but this time, when they stilled, I still saw them. I gaped, but the angels gaped right back. "How?" Gabe asked, as Cas tilted his head quizzically. Dean chuckled. "Hi there, Tonto." Gabe frowned at him. "What are you on about, neanderthal?" Dean's eyebrows shot up. "Grumpy?" he asked. Sam bit his lip. "No, according to your brother, Douchy." Gabe quipped. Sam and I both snorted. Gabe turned to me again, his golden wings trembling. "Laugh it up, you two. I wanted to know how you knew where we would appear." he barked, pointing at me. Sensing his mood was less than sunny, I bit my cheeks. "I smelled you." Sam crinkled his nose, while Cas fluffed his wings a bit and frowned confused. "You... smelled us?" he asked uncertainly, as if he thought he had heard wrong. "Yeah. Gabe smells like cottoncandy, and you're like an oceanbreeze." The angels turned to look at eachother, then back to me. "I told you she was developing things I'd rather she didn't!" Gabe said to Cas, who nodded pensively. Gabe's wings twitched nervously, while Cas lay them prim against his back. This was my cue. "Ehm, guys..." I wavered. "Speaking of which... I think I have something new..." Golden and cerulean eyes scrutinised me. "What?" Gabe said, tersly. "I... I errrr... I'm seeing your wings?" I said apologetically. That caused them both to flare their wings out a little and they overlappend a bit. Gabe's golden plumage and Cas' ravenblack stood out against eachother, and I sighed. So pretty. "If you can see ours, does that mean you can see yours too?" Cas asked, earning him a wingslap to the head from Gabe. "Of course not, Cassie. She hasn't been in Hell, has she?" I blinked, remembering a time when I had thought I had seen my wings, merged with Gabe's, in a dome around us. I carefully pulled my right wing around my shoulder and gasped. Soft feathers, in the hot fudge colour of my hair, curled over my shoulder like they belonged there. I felt faint. "Gabey?" I squeaked, making him rush to my side. "What is it?" I vaguely motioned to my shoulder. "I...I...I..." Nope, my mind wasn't making the words today. Thankfully, Gabe didn't need them. "You can see them?" he asked, incredulous. I nodded. Gabe sat down in my chair, hard. "Holy Hell..." he muttered.