Gabriel loves Harry, and Harry really loves Gabriel as much as Gabriel loves him, but Harry is seriously thinking about killing the other man, this is his first day off in almost a year, he hasn't slept in almost 2 weeks, it doesn't matter that he doesn't need to sleep, he likes to sleep, sleep is the closest he'll ever get to death and eternal rest, he's been dealing with reapers and Death's little shit non-stop for months, and it's making his anger go to his head, and if Gabriel doesn't put a stop to whatever is going on in his living room, he'll be the one to find out what eternal rest is like
"Come on Gabriel, tell me once and for all, you were apparently the last one to see and talk to this master of death, where is he?" Sam asks with a stake in Gabriel's back
"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" Harry asks with a furious look on his face, he stares at the three men in his living room with the purest hatred.
"Who are you?" The shorter, short-haired man asks in confusion and points his gun at him
"Harry, love, I can expla-" Gabriel begins, but his words are immediately cut off by his lover
"Gabriel, I don't care what's going on, nor do I care about explanations, what I want is for all this commotion to stop so that I can sleep, so either you settle this once and for all and come sleep with me, or I'll settle it, and if I have to settle it, you'd better not show up at this house until next month, I hope I don't have to come back here" His eyes glow a dangerous green and he returns to his room after sending a deadly glance at the three of them.
"What the fuck else was that?" Dean Winchester asks in a voice slightly raised in confusion
"Speak down, if he comes back here, the three of us will be fucked," says Gabriel in a nervous whisper, looking down the corridor to where his husband has gone.
"Who was that? Another one of your creations?" Sam asks, gripping the stake tighter
"That was my husband, Harry Potter the Master of Death," Gabriel replies with a proud smile on his lips.