It was a quiet Thursday night in Whitman house. Most of the girls were asleep, save the few unlucky ladies pulling desperate all-nighters. For once, the group of aforementioned night owls did not include the girl living in room 307. She was happily curled up on her small bed, fast asleep and dreaming. The hum of the fluorescent light on her desk probably would have disturbed her rest, had it not been for the figure sitting at said desk on a rainy night.
He had a mission, and he would be damned if some kid was going to get in the way. Besides, he was almost done.
He leaned back in his chair with a smirk, which only faltered for a second as the air in the room shifted. The familiar whisper of wings was almost like a shout in the quiet room. A gentle hand rested on his shoulder.
"Brother, what are you doing?" Castiel gently admonished.
The smirk gave way to an honest smile as Gabriel spun his chair around.