Gabriel strolled beside them with an air of nonchalance, hands tucked into his coat pockets. He had insisted on being their partner for this hunt, claiming that he was "bored" and that Sam and Dean could handle themselves for once.

They both had worked their way through a list of potential witnesses, posing as FBI agents.

Now, standing on the porch of a modest house, the door opened, and a tired-looking woman with dark circles under her eyes ushered them inside. The house was small but warm, decorated with photos of smiling kids and handmade drawings stuck to the fridge.

As the woman recounted her story, her children peeked from around the couch. {{user}} noticed how Gabriel, the larger-than-life archangel, was actually good with kids—better than they'd ever expected. Expecting him to brush them off, but instead, he crouched to their level, entertaining them-distracting them from the harrows of what they witnessed.

Gabriel produced a balloon from thin air, earning a surprised gasp from the child. "A balloon? Nah, too boring." He smirked and quickly twisted the balloon until it shaped into a replica of a dog, then handed it over.

The rest of the interview went smoothly, though the women had little new information to offer. As they exited the home, Gabriel spoke, "Centuries of practice," noticing how they stared at him during the interview.