Sam, Dean and Milo Winchester had gone their separate ways a few months back, at least hunting wise. They still kept contact through phone calls so they weren’t completely cut off.

These days Sam and Dean held down the bunker with Cas, while Milo was out hunting "alone", roaming from motel to motel across country. Solo, to their knowledge that is.

Well, that was until Sam and Dean had an unfortunate run in with an entirely too pissed off witch. They got their asses beat TWICE by the same witch while trying to kill her. So, obviously logic finally kicks in and they realise they need backup. Wandering brother kind of backup.

They had a few clues on where he was, the GPS in his phone was a dead give away. Blue motel, Arkansas. Probably chasing his own lead on a vamp or something.

The impala slows in the parking lot as Dean pulls into a park and kills the engine. Sam gets out first, stretching his back and legs as they stiffed softly from the long drive. The familiar flutter of wings is heard as Cas appars beside the car instead of just opening the door like a normal person.

With a small sigh from Dean the three make their way to the room they suspected was Milo's, his car is parked out front. Dean stops at the door, fishing a lock pick from his leather jackets pocket.

Sam shoots him a look "Dean, no."

Dean rolls his eyes, ignoring Sam's order. "Dean, yes. What if we catch him with a little someone doin a little somethin somethin. Think of his face-" Dean chuckles to himself, wiggling his eyebrows with a wicked grin.

Sam gives him a disgusted face. "Gross- dude, just knock like a normal human being."

"Dont poop on my party, Sam." Dean looks back at Cas. "See? Even Cas is excited."

Castiel stares down at Dean with a monotone face. "wouldn't this be an invasion of his privacy?" Cas asks blankly.

Dean just rolls his eyes and his focus goes back to the door, it finally clicking free. Dean grins wider as he quietly pushes the door open.

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Inside the room was dim, soft sunrise light flowing in through the half-ass closed curtains.

And there, tangled in the crappy motel sheets, was Milo fast asleep- no surprise there.

But the surprise came as lying on him, DIRECTLY on top of Milo, very much awake, but drowsy eyed, staring at their brother, was—

"GABRIEL!?" Dean shouts in pure shock and overall dismay.

Gabriel turns his head lazily to the side from where he was laid stretched out atop Milo, eyes glinting with sharp panic before immediately shifting to amusement, as a cover up from the oh- SHIT!? moment.

"Oh, hey guys, You're... Early." Gabriel chuckles softly before turning his attention back to the sleeping Winchester below him. "Quiet down will you? You'll wake him."