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"You got that from a simple question?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. Granted, he was a bit cranky, but there's no reason to let Dean know for certain.

Dean snorts, and the signs of a smile play at his lips for the first time since seeing Gabriel in the parking lot.

"No witty reply or sarcastic comment to go along with it--yeah, it was pretty obvious," he points out. "I'm not as dense as you seem to think."

"Hmm, well you do have your smart moments," Gabriel teases. "I'm guessing you weren't in the middle of anything important, since you had time for a long texting session."

"We're stuck in the middle of nowhere just hanging out until the next case pops up on the radar," Dean says, gesturing back at the motel behind them, letting the jab at his intelligence slide for the moment.. "Already saw everything there's to see in Bumfuckville, so now it's either daytime TV, listening to Sam ramble about some nerd stuff, or texting with you. Shows just how low I've sunk in life."

"I am the awesome option of the three," Gabriel replies, turning around the insult to himself.

"Hey, it's only because it was too early for Judge Judy," Dean says, rolling his eyes. "She wins over you any time."

"What happened to Dr. Sexy? Not sexy enough for you anymore?" Don't tell him he managed to ruin it for you, Dean.

"You know, ever since our little 'guest appearance' on your TV special programming, what where I got shot in the back and Sam got the clap, the whole Dr. Sexy MD kinda lost its groove for me," Dean deadpans, and yes. Gabriel totally ruined Dr. Sexy for him. Forever.

Gabriel winces faintly. Alright, bad subject, message received. "I think this is where the awkward subject change comes in."

"Here's a subject change--what're you doin' in this part of town, anyway?" Dean asks, raising his eyebrows at him. At least he got some sign of remorse out of the angel for what happened. That was something.

Dean should treasure that sign because it may not happen again anytime soon.

"I'm here because this is where you and your car are. If you two were in a better part of town, I'd be there instead," Gabriel says promptly.

The eyebrows only raise higher at that.

"Wow, Gabriel, who knew you were so fond of me?" he says. "Better not let word of that get out. Your reputation might get ruined. Actually, no. My reputation would get trashed."

"Just tell people it's because an archangel wanted to hit you. I'm sure they'd find it easy to believe," he says with a smirk, pulling a previously not existing chocolate bar out of his jacket pocket to peel the wrapper partly off of to start eating.

"Good point," Dean cedes with a nod, "Takes care of both our reputations. Only one angel doesn't mind being associated with the Winchesters that they know about." He glances at the chocolate. "Did you bring enough to share with the whole class?"

"Is that a request for something to munch on to help you recover from your trauma?" Gabriel teases before pulling out another candy bar and tossing it Dean's way.

"Bingo," Dean manages a chuckle, catching the bar and ripping the paper off it. This might be one of the few reasons he and Gabriel actually get along--their sweet tooth.

"You gonna hang out for a while, or were you hopin' to avoid the Sasquatch?" he asks around a mouthful of chocolatey goodness.

"I might be able to spare the time to stick around for a bit," Gabriel says as he pretends to think. "You have anything in mind?"

"I seem to remember mentioning somethin' about a giant pie earlier..." Dean suggests, looking cautiously hopeful. "Along with a giant cookie."

"Oh, I see. You just want me around to give you food," he teases as he moves away to be perched on the trunk of the car instead, leaving space for Dean.

"Hey, what kinda guy would I be if I didn't take advantage of that offer?" Dean points out as he moves to lean next to Gabriel. "I'm just surprised you're not at least tryin' out that particular angle. Especially after I brought it up."

Gabriel looks over at him with a raised eyebrow. "You mean the 'here is some food so you'll hopefully sleep with me eventually' angle?"

"Somethin' like that," Dean grins back at him. "Thought that was your endgame anyway."

Gabriel makes a non-committal sound before manifesting a beer and handing it to Dean. He has the feeling he's going to want it. "And how likely is my getting you into bed while wearing this face?"

Dean accepts the beer, smile fading at that question. It's a good point.

"How come it took you this long to ask that?" he asks after a moment.

"I was hoping you'd come around. There's a challenge and then there's whatever's going on." He gets his own drink, although in his case, through telekinetically grabbing a bottle from a stash of Thor's he knew about.

He dusts off the bottle before opening it for a swig.

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