When the blood begins to return to his brain, Dean huffs out a half laugh, half snort at the cat in the cream expression on Gabriel's face. Man looked way too pleased with himself for anyone's good.
"What d'you think?" he croaks, giving a half-hearted shove at his arms. "Smug bastard."
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Date: 2015-06-09 09:42 pm (UTC)From:"What d'you think?" he croaks, giving a half-hearted shove at his arms. "Smug bastard."