"Well, Dad forbid I become predictable," Gabriel drawled, sprawling out on a chair.

Castiel shook his head a little and moved off to the side, not willing to leave yet either.

It didn't take long for Kyra to crack with two angels in the room, and she got up, muttering something about needing air, and left.

Runa held out about five minutes longer.

"This is oddly stressful," she said, getting up. "I'm going to go outside too. You all... hash things out."

After Dean was done thoroughly checking himself over in the bathroom to be sure that yes, he really was back to normal, he went into the room again.

"You are a dick," he told Gabriel.

"There's only so many times I can say the word 'trickster' without it losing meaning," Gabriel replied, looking at Dean. "Thought it would have sunk in by now."

"Still. Dick." Dean glared at him. "Don't do that again or I'll go dig out the holy oil again."

Cas sighed and went to go intervene before Dean got himself a little crispied.

"Calm down," Gabriel said. "Honestly, no harm done. Just a bit of a joke, that's all."

"Not funny, Gabriel," Sam said with a flat look.

"Not funny at all." Dean glowered at him for good measure before Cas shooed him over to a chair to make him sit.

Gabriel snorted and rolled his eyes. When he saw how Cas was fussing over Dean, though, he paused.

"Well, now, that's interesting," he said. "Maybe we should leave you two alone." With that, he reached over, grabbed Sam's wrist, and promptly vanished into the room next door, leaving Dean and Cas alone.

Dean grumped but did figure he should talk to Cas. Maybe. Finally. So he settled in for a Talk.

Kyra, meanwhile, had felt Gabriel jump him and Sam, and she shivered a bit.

"And now we're stuck outside for a while, I think."

"We can sleep in the car," Runa said. "I don't mind doing that." She sat on the hood of the Impala and looked up at the sky. "At least it's nice out."

"Yeah, really." Kyra sat next to her and sighed. "When did this become our life?"

"When we had to deal with a ghost in our hometown," Runa replied. "A ghost that brought the Winchesters rolling into town."

"Stupid ghost." Kyra sighed. "We need to find an apartment. I mean, this is okay, so far, but there's Dean and Cas, and Gabriel, and Sam's an awkward moose now." She pulled her knees up to her chest.

"An apartment wouldn't be bad," Runa agreed. She was quiet for a moment. "I think I'd miss it, though. Traveling around."

"There are parts of it I'd miss," Kyra admitted. "And parts I'd be very happy to be without."

"I could do without near-death experiences," Runa said, nodding. "But... I do like hunting. It's better than the alternative."

"It is. But I could do without all the sexual tension floating around right now." Kyra made a face and settled herself more comfortably.

"I wouldn't mind the sexual tension if I could get in on it," Runa said frankly. "But I've gotten the Castiel-equivalent of 'back off,' so that's the end of that."

"Yeah." Kyra shook her head. "Maybe if we give things a few days to calm down again, things will improve. Or we could just find the next nearest hunt and go straight there."

"Might not be a bad idea," Runa admitted. "A hunt sounds like a great idea, actually. And I thought I heard something that sounded suspiciously like omens, I wanted to look into that."

"Alright. We can start looking, my computer is still in the car." Kyra looked over at her and let Runa take care of the locks. She was better at it than Kyra anyway.

Runa nodded and focused on the locks on the car. A little twist of demon power and the locks obediently popped open.

Kyra dug out her computer and then perched next to Runa again, going through and looking for omens.

"Anything?" Runa asked after a little while. "Omen or otherwise?"