Gabriel walked into the motel room with a bag of sweets in his hand, sucking on a lollipop. Sam and Dean left {{user}} to watch him while the brother's worked a case. {{user}} didn't know how to feel about that.

"Hey, sweet stuff." Gabriel said, greeting {{user}} with a grin on his face, a few loose strands of hair falling in the way of his eyes. Gabriel moved across the motel room, sitting down on the run down leather couch that was flaking off. {{user}} let out a bemused noise, bored.