Dean tries not to jump at the sudden appearance of Gabriel in the kitchen, and he snorts, settling down with his own sandwich and coffee. The stuff is just what he needs, and he takes a big bit out of it before answering.
"Can't stay away now. Got a case to work on. Can't leave Sam alone or he'll..."
Dammit, Sam. He hasn't even texted his brother to let him know that he's still alive. He pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket. Several missed calls and text messages. Dammit. He presses his contact number and there is a very disgruntled Sam on the other end.
"No, I'm fine. Just had a crazy night out, you know how it goes..." He shoots Gabriel a warning look. "Yeah, I know, no more information needed. I'll be back today. Any news on the...no, okay. Just keep researching, I guess. We'll find something."
There's some kind of sarcastic comment from his brother that makes him snort and he cuts off the message.
"What d'you know about angry sects of witches who like to impale their victims after makin' them dance through hot coals?" he asks Gabriel, taking another bite out of his sandwich. "'s very Vlad the Impaler. And gross."
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Date: 2015-06-15 02:29 am (UTC)From:"Can't stay away now. Got a case to work on. Can't leave Sam alone or he'll..."
Dammit, Sam. He hasn't even texted his brother to let him know that he's still alive. He pulls his phone out of his jeans pocket. Several missed calls and text messages. Dammit. He presses his contact number and there is a very disgruntled Sam on the other end.
"No, I'm fine. Just had a crazy night out, you know how it goes..." He shoots Gabriel a warning look. "Yeah, I know, no more information needed. I'll be back today. Any news on the...no, okay. Just keep researching, I guess. We'll find something."
There's some kind of sarcastic comment from his brother that makes him snort and he cuts off the message.
"What d'you know about angry sects of witches who like to impale their victims after makin' them dance through hot coals?" he asks Gabriel, taking another bite out of his sandwich. "'s very Vlad the Impaler. And gross."