Gabriel's Horn

Dean had been looking at the page for the last ten minutes now, not really knowing what to do with the sudden rush of memories and emotions.
He was just glad that for once he had done the research for once and not Sammy, because he didn’t really want to think of what Sam's reaction to this would be.
Upon the laptop on the window was open, the title read Gabriel's Horn with a little cherub like angel in the picture below that with a simple horn raise to its lips.
Dean couldn't help but think back to the sacrifice he had made for them. Going up against Lucifer like that? He knew it was suicidal and he still told Gab to do it.
In some way he felt the blame for his death.
He took a small mouthful from his beer and stood up from the laptop. He glanced at the gun next to the laptop, eyes lazily drifting over it as he looked around the room.
There was two double beds behind him, and in front of him was the kitchen and lounge room with a window in each shining through with bright light.
He knew that if the angel was around right now, he would be making fun at him for being a naked fat baby.
Dean fished his phone from his pocked and pressed the first number on speed dial, calling Sam to let him know of a possible lead.
Soon as he mentioned Gabriel's Horn, Dean knew that Sam had a brief flash of hope that maybe Gabriel was still alive out there.  Sam had grown attached to the angel quickly, even though they barely knew him. After all the torture he put Sam through, and the whole thing being a trickster as well as the T.V. land problem they encountered Sam still jumped to Gabriel's defence when ever Dean carried on about how much of a prick he was. And Dean knew secretly Sam hoped the angel was still alive. Hell, Dean did to.
Maybe he was, they would never know until the angel showed himself
"Do you think?..." Sam asked, letting the end of the sentence hang
"Naa Sammy.  If he was alive he would have let us know by now"
They continued a bit longer until Dean hung up after a brief good bye.
He tossed the phone onto the table next to the laptop and rubbed a hand over his face.
"You wanna blow my horn?"
Dean whirled around, gun raised at the figure lounging on one of the double beds in the typical 'paint me like one of your French girls' position
"Gabriel!?"  
"The one and only!" Gabriel answered, swinging the arm he wasn’t leaning on wide and almost throwing the golden horn he held
Dean let loose a shot and it hit Gabriel straight through the chest. Or it would have if Gabriel didn’t catch it.
Gabriel looked at the bullet then at Dean, then back to the bullet.
"That would have hurt" he said as he threw it over his shoulder. It disappeared before it hit the wall behind Gabriel.
There was silence for a long moment where Dean stood completely dumbfounded while Gabriel lay on the bed playing with the golden horn
"What are you wearing?" Dean finally spoke, his voice sounding strangled
"Thank Dad, that was getting awkward" Gabriel said with a grin before looking down at himself
His chest was bare as was, well everything. A pillow covered what needed to be covered, but besides that he was naked
"Nothing?" Gabriel said more like a question
Dean still looked dumbstruck, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.
"But-you are...how?"
Gabriel grinned and winked as Dean
"Can't let you know all my secrets, Dean-o"
And with one last grin he disappeared with a rustle of many wings.
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The Impala sped down an empty road, her engine roaring with appreciation as she sped up. The windows were rolled down and the paint work shined like it was brand new.  Just as she was reaching a fast point the steering wheel was jerked sharply, the engine almost cutting off when the brakes were slammed on without the clutch. The tires screamed as she drifted for a few meters before coming to a complete stop, the engine spluttered to a stop in the middle of the road. Loud cursing was heard through the open windows and over the loud rock music,  as well as a cackling laughter along side that.