Gabriel saw nothing as they all said their part.  He was a little surprised, if pleasantly so.  He was fully aware of the Winchester House, and he was no skeptic, but he had never enjoyed his brushes with the supernatural.  It was always so unsettling.  And so he relaxed a little at the apparent lack of any disturbance, until he felt a light breeze brush over his body underneath the sheet and stand his hair on end.  Along with it, he could hear a distant sound like water running in another room, although he could not have pointed to a specific direction it was coming from.  It was... all around him.  He suppressed a chill that ran slowly down his spine.<br/><br/>What was even more impossible to deny was the sudden flaring of the purple candle that Diana had chosen.  Gabe's eyes had adjusted to the low light of the ballroom, and he squinted and turned away until it returned to normal.  Still half-blinded, he stood there against the south wall still, unsure of what to do next.  They were in too deep for any of them to screw it up now.  The results would probably be disastrous.  Gabriel looked to Diana, ready to follow her lead.<br/><br/>But she was in a heap on the hardwood floor, apparently out of commission for the moment.  "It's.. over?"  He took a hesitant step forward, toward his co-conspirator, stopping and then starting again.  He wanted to make sure she was alright, but the spell was much more important.  He had to be sure it was done.  "Diana?  Is it done?"