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[impala_is_my_baby]

"Hey Kettle, it's me, Pot. Nice to meet you," Dean says with a lazy wave of his hand. He eyes the new bottles of liquor. "Someone's really plannin' on getting wasted, isn't he? Our conversation really drag you down that bad earlier?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"I'm feeling the buzz. I'm taking that as warning I should probably get all I plan to drink now before I have to worry about powers going screwy." Gabriel is just going to ignore everything else, thank you.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Good idea. No point tryin' to summon up a drink and windin' up with a bottle of fire instead." Dean snorts, remembering that last disaster.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Or a couch and floor on fire," he shoots back, giving Dean an ornery grin. Hey, at least since it'll happen in this room, the bedroom should be safe. Just maybe some sounds that's been muffled by the door.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Yeah, don't do that. I'm not crashin' in a bed with you," Dean groans, and the word 'again' is left unsaid. "And why fire, of all things? Why not some hot ladies in skimpy outfits?"

[lotsoflaughs]

"Because that would be fun," he says with a roll of his eyes. "Can't have that, apparently."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Apparently. Must be your karma." Dean shrugs, although he's smirking at him.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel just calmly leans over to lightly swat Dean upside the head. "There's a bit of karma for you."

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean flails, although it's a half-heart attempt to push his hand away and not in time to avoid the swat.

"Screw you and your karma, Gabriel," he mutters. "Just don't set crap on fire if you can help it."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel looks from the bottles waiting for him to get to them to Dean with a raised eyebrow. "I thought that was what me making sure I don't need to use my powers was about."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"You think you can resist usin' them when you're three sheets to the wind?" Dean asks looking back at him with his eyebrow just as raised.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel gives Dean an innocent look. "How much do you want the answer?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

"I think I know the answer already," Dean deadpans. "S'long as I know my virtue isn't in danger if I stick around you during it."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I think you're several years too late to be worrying about that," Gabriel points out.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Dude, you know what I mean, smartass," Dean says, rolling his eyes. "Not gonna get my bones jumped by a horndog, drunk angel."

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel gives Dean a sideways look. "Only if you also express interest."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Oh yeah, that's right," Dean raises a hand, "Got it. Good to know."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I'm not sure if you've noticed but angels tend to be really big on consent." Right, time to open one of the new bottles although he'll take it slow for now.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"No kidding," he says with a sigh. "What with the whole Michael and Lucifer tryin' to ride me'n Sam's asses like prom dress rentals."

With that he simply grabs the bottle of Jager and takes a slug straight from it.

[lotsoflaughs]

Gabriel snorts. "Unless you have a proclivity for wearing pretty dresses I don't know about, I'm pretty sure it's more tuxedo rental."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Just tryin' to be creative in my wording, man," he grunts. "Besides, some dudes get tux rentals and wear them commando. No thanks."

[lotsoflaughs]

"I somehow doubt that you wear them often enough for it to really matter," Gabriel points out. Time for a sip.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"I was referring more to the idea of Michael goin' commando...nevermind" Dean snorts, shaking his head. And hey, he's actually feeling a little buzzed for once. Nice. Another drink. "Things I don't wanna think about, that would be at the top of the list."

[lotsoflaughs]

"About if my brother would bother wearing underwear while wearing you?" Gabriel shrugs. "Provided you didn't decide to skip wearing yours at the time, he would. He wouldn't really care one way or the other about it."

[impala_is_my_baby]

"I get it, I get it," Dean shakes his head again, trying to clear his mind of a really horrible visual. Liquor. More liquor, that's the ticket. Then he looks at Gabriel. "What about your suit? What poor schmuck did you talk into lettin' you in?"