( http://scribe-of-winchester.tumblr.com/post/122448969758/if-yn-hadnt-been-so-much-of-a-screw-up-that)
"If Y/N hadn't been so much of a screw-up, that vamp nest would be empty." Dean grumbled, shooting you an annoyed look. "You had one job, and that was to guard the entrance."

You sat on the motel bed with your feet planted firmly on the ground, your hands in you lap, and your eyes were fixed on the dirty motel carpet. You didn't bother to speak up for yourself, knowing Dean would just start yelling.

The older Winchester went on saying how you messed up the hunt until you heard a rush of feathers. You expected it to be Castiel, but the sharp, yet comforting scent of candy entered your nose, and you knew it was Gabriel.

"Shut your cakehole." The archangel spat. "Or do I have to shut it for you?"

Dean glared up at the angel, unafraid, and opened his mouth to retort, but Gabriel waved his hand. "No, you don't get to talk. Not when you keep bad-mouthing my Y/N. Before you criticize her for her mistakes, why don't you take a good, long look at yourself, hotshot?"