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Gabriel chuckled as the boys car swerved down windy roads in Kansas. The fields of corn seemed endless and the sky went on for miles in varying shades of blue. He watched as many cars passed the boys. To pass the time he played small pranks on people who deserved it. Slowly the light started to dim and the sun faded behind the horizon causing the boys both to yawn and be on the lookout for a motel.
Gabriel followed behind for a couple extra miles enjoying being able to fly with his wings again but swooped down several miles ahead of the boys to create a motel after he got bored with the constant following. While he should probably create something half way decent for the boys he figured he would be treating them enough this weekend and they could live with the half assed creation they got.
The motel looked as if it had once a bright yellow but after years of use turned a beige color. The doors lining the small building Gabriel made a white with crooked black numbers. Like every other motel it was a line of rooms with the main office in a completely different building. The main office had paint in the same condition as the rooms. The motel was done in a flash of a second and Gabriel hurried through making sure there wasn’t a thing off about it. He added a kitchen, dining center, along with Staff for the finishing touches.
Finally done Gabriel laid across a couch contemplating what mischief he could stir up this time. When the loud sound of the impala echoed through the motel, he snapped to attention quite literally, and smirked, his plan fully developed and ready for go.
He flew himself outside and watched the boys from the side. Gabriel watched as the boys walked straight past his cloacked figure across the cracked sidewalk to check out a room. Smirking he followed behind them waiting for them to get a room before truly acting on anything.
Per usual Dean flirted his way into getting a room for cheaper with the woman at the front desk. Sam stood to the side pulling bitch face 27 acting as if Deans actions were physically hurting him.
“So would you like a king sized bed then?” The lady questioned.
While Sam was barely phased by the questioned and quickly explained that they were brothers Dean was turned into a sputtering mess.
The lady quickly apologized her face ten shades redder than before and handed him a room key for two queens.
Gabriel all the while chuckled in the corner and followed the boys to their room slowly and once he got there closed the door making himself visible. He snapped his fingers again and the world he had known for about sixty percent or less of his existence dissolved and became mudded until it was all clear again.
His name was Gabriel Novak, he was five years old, loved candy, had four siblings, his daddy’s name was Chuck, and he was in his big boy bed in the room he shared with his little bro Balthy. The last thought he had before going back to bed, with his platypus stuffed animal Lollipop, was that he just knew this week would be awesome.