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"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.

Dean grimaces, taking a deep drink from his own beer.

"You know," he says after a few moments of thought, "I probably wouldn't've let you stay in my bed...or help me out in the car that one time if I was totally no-homo. It's just...hard for me to wrap my head around it."

"Instead, you turned into an octopus both times. But with fewer arms," Gabriel says with a ghost of a smile before another sip of his drink.

"Shut your face," Dean mumbles, although there's no real malice there. He frowns into his beer, glancing at the drink in Gabriel's hand. "What's that you've got there?"

"Something Thor makes. You don't want it. It's meant for getting Pagans drunk, not humans." In other words, Dean would give himself alcohol poisoning in fairly short order with it.

"You know how much regular liquor it takes to get me drunk at this point?" Dean says, raising his eyebrows at him. "I'd pee most of it out before it had any kind of effect."

Gabriel gives Dean an unimpressed look. "And this would kill you a whole lot faster than your usual."

"You hear me complaining?" Dean says, looking unimpressed right back at him. "Fine. Puny human can't handle your big god liquor. I get it."

"Shut up and drink your beer," Gabriel grouses, taking another swig of his own drink.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm drinkin' it," he mutters, but he does take several drinks from the bottle, letting silence fall for a moment. "You know, I don't think many people've ever seen you so serious as much as I have recently. Got somethin' on your mind?"

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