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[lotsoflaughs]

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[lotsoflaughs]

"To get laid?" Gabriel suggests. "And to not have something trying to kill him on any given day that ends with y."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Well, you take what you can get." Dean snorts, downing the rest of his beer. "Got another one of these bad boys in there while you're at it?"

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel grabs a bottle before closing the fridge and wandering back over to the couch to hand it off. "Hasn't existed long enough for the fridge to make it cold. Plenty more where it came from, by the way."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"No problem, beer's beer," Dean says accepting it and twisting the cap off easily. He raises the bottle in a toast before drinking deeply from it. "Not half bad."

As in, not the usual $5.99 crap he usually buys.

[lotsoflaughs]

"If it was half-bad or all bad, something would have gone terribly wrong," he points out with a grin as he reclaims his spot on the couch.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"I could see you doin' that on purpose just to get one over on me," Dean points right out back at him. "Don't try to say you wouldn't."

[lotsoflaughs]

"We're currently managing to not piss each other off. Why would I screw that up?" Another bit of pointing out.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Fair enough," Dean agrees, holding out his bottle to clink against Gabriel's. "To not pissing each other off every five minutes."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel lightly knocks his against Dean's before taking a long swallow. "I'm thinking I should probably grab another few of these before I get more than slightly buzzed. I'd like to not set my apartment on fire."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Is that your thing?" he raises his eyebrows at him. "Get plastered and set things on fire? You ever think about just...not becoming a total pyro when you've had too much to drink?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"Do I look like Michael?" he asks flippantly. "It's not on purpose. Just the end result of not being able to keep a full grip on things when I'm smashed enough."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Means you were beyond wasted when you showed up in my place," Dean snorts, and he shakes his head. "You don't look anything like him. Not a single stick shoved up your ass."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I think Michael would prefer he was the big brother I took after more," Gabriel says, tone as dry as the desert. "You apparently didn't mind too much, given that you didn't kick me off to the floor."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Oh come on! Like I could move an angel who didn't want his ass moved," he protests. "I minded, but I needed sleep and you weren't goin' anywhere."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I didn't say you didn't mind, I said you apparently didn't mind too much," he points out. "There's a difference."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"I minded plenty, jackass," he grumbles. "Just given the options--a crowded bed or a floor on fire--I didn't have much of a choice, did I?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"The extra heat source doesn't seem to have hurt you any," Gabriel says, not batting an eye, given Dean's limpet impression while asleep.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Shut up, man," Dean mumbles into his drink before taking a long swallow. "I was wiped. I was unconscious. I didn't know what the hell was goin' on at that point."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Do I sound like I'm complaining?" Time for a swallow of his own drink.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"No," Dean looks at him warily, "But I'm actually considering askin' what it's gonna take for you to never mention it again. Ever."

[lotsoflaughs]

"Lost cause." Time to change the subject before Dean dwells too much on it. "So, what was your last case?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Rugaru," Dean grimaces, although he appreciates the change of subject entirely way too much. "Poor bastard had already shifted totally. Had to burn him alive. You know, I get that they're monsters and everything, but the dude had a family. Before he turned. Two kids, picket fence."

He pulls another face, staring down at his bottle.

"Guess it's a small miracle the kids weren't around to see what we had to do. But still. They lost their dad and don't really know why. That's rough."

[lotsoflaughs]

It's Gabriel's turn to grimace. "And the kids get to grow up to become monsters in turn for either you boys or someone else to deal with later."

The whole thing sucks and he decides it's time for another drink.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"No kidding," Dean sighs and stands to go to the refrigerator, both for another drink and just for something to do. "We're gonna keep tabs on them. Sammy thinks we can help them out before they change. That they've got a choice in the matter. S'long as they don't have a bite of the long pig before we can get to them."

He peers into the refrigerator, looking at the food there, although for once he doesn't have much of an appetite.

"Hey, you got any Jaeger? I feel like a Boilermaker right about now..."

[lotsoflaughs]

"And just how many rugaru have you heard of that managed to not turn into one?" Gabriel asks pointedly as he twists around in his seat to watch Dean.

"I don't, because I didn't know I needed to make one." That was said about two seconds before a bottle appears on the counter. "Now there is."