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Gabriel has to cough for a moment due to a badly timed laugh before he could actually ask what he wanted to. "When did that happen and what did you do?"

Granted, he's pretty sure the answer is a simple 'was a first-born son in the immediate vicinity of the area the fairies claimed as their territory'.

Dean lets out a heavy sigh. Oh man, why did he have to go and bring that up? Drunk him is an idiot sometimes.

"Few years back, right after I found out that Sam had gotten dragged out of the Cage--also that he had no soul to go with his meat suit--and we had a case that was 'UFO' sightings, but really a pissed off leprechaun who made a deal with a watch maker." He pauses, then snorts with laughter. "Man, does that sound messed up. Even for us. And they got it into their tiny, nipple fairy heads that I was a good catch."

"If you weren't a hunter, you would have been. But since you were, iron on you everywhere. Assuming they didn't grab you while you were asleep." He has to smother a laugh as he imagines the looks on the faces of the fairies that thought they found an easy target and very much found otherwise.

Dean shifts a little awkwardly, looking anywhere but at Gabriel.

"Well, uh, they did grab me while I was awake. And then they let me go after a couple of hours. No clue why, though," he admits, twirling the bottle in his hands. "Sam, on the other hand, was busy gettin' busy with some patchouli doused UFO chasing chick. Dude's got no taste without a soul."

Gabriel just looks at Dean thoughtfully as he takes sips. "I'm guessing they didn't make you slow-dance with an alien."

Probably best not to delve too deeply in what they did do with him. Time for the subject of Sam, since Dean brought him up. "So his priorities were a bit screwed."

"Hell no, they didn't do that. And there wasn't any...probing, either," is all Dean is willing to let go. He would rather not think about it, thanks. He snorts at the memory of Sam without a soul. That had been a really...really weird time, even for them.

"Let's just say his ability to empathize was a little distorted. Dude didn't know how feelings worked."

"Probably because the bit of him that does feelings was missing," Gabriel points out. "I'm guessing you kept an eye on him for in case he decided that something that was a bad idea was actually a great one."

"You mean keepin' an eye out for him," Dean grumbles, "He thought lettin' me turn into a vamp just so they could get the inside scoop on a nest was a good idea. Bastard." Another period of time he would rather forget. Man, they were starting to add up. "Had to sleep with one eye open, 'cause guess what? He didn't need to sleep when he was goin' soul commando."

"You seem to be fixated on going commando," Gabriel notes as a way of deflecting his own temper.

Dean waves a hand dismissively.

"You're missin' the point there, Gabe," he says in irritation. He's not going to be deterred from his increasingly drunken meanderings here. "Point is, soul beats no soul any day."

As if there's any question about that.

"More like I was trying to distract away from our growing crankiness with your brother. Anyway, yeah, it's helpful for keeping you guys human." Time for another drink.

"Nah, guy's okay now," Dean insists, because, duh, soulful Sam can be a bitch, but he'd take that over the other guy any day. "Anyway, movin' on to 'nother topic. Anythin' else at this point'd be better. Shoot."

"Well, I'm pretty sure that I don't have to question if the alcohol is affecting your judgement yet, so feel like hopping into bed with me?" he says without batting an eye. Dean wanted a subject change, he got it.

Dean blinks at him for a moment. That certainly was a subject change.

"You're not even gonna try to go for a smooch first? Just straight up jump in bed to the sex without makin' out. Very classy, Gabriel."

At least Dean gave the ladies a nice makeout session before suggesting bed time.

He snorts and gives Dean a pointed look. "And how would you have reacted if I slid right on over and started making out with you?"

"Dunno. 'Cause you haven't ever tried," Dean points right out back at him. "You're all worried about the whole freakin' consent thing that you've never even just said screw it and tried to lay one on me."

"Now that I think about it, there was that one time..." Granted, he was a she at the time.

Gabriel eyes Dean from the corner of his eye as he drinks a little more. He's seriously thinking about actually making a move now.

Now he's got Dean's curiosity piqued and he looks at him quizzically.

"Oh yeah? What one time? One of your fake ladies get all quivery below the beltline when you gave her a little nookie?"

"I'm talking about New Year's, smartass," Gabriel says, setting his drink down before disappearing and reappearing while straddling Dean's lap. He's going to consider mention of New year's to be enough warning about the kiss he was now pressing on him.

Dean blinks, barely registering he has a lapful of Gabriel before there's a mouth pressed against his and it seems that Gabriel has finally taken him up on all of the challenges he's made. He freezes, brain stuttering to a halt for a moment. Then a little voice pipes up with 'Oh well. What the hell' and he is pressing right back, fingers of his free hand clutching at his shirt.

See what happens when you just go ahead and give it a try, Gabriel?

Pouring two and three-fourths bottles of Pagan liquor into himself probably helped. He hadn't really been wanting to potentially metaphorically send him screaming into the sunset.

He presses harder into the kiss since Dean isn't shoving him away, letting his tongue press lightly against his lips to seek entrance, sharing the taste of his own drink slightly. Even that tiny amount should be enough to give Dean an idea why he shouldn't drink it.

Any other day, maybe, that could have been how things wound up. But for some reason, today isn't one of those days.

Feeling his tongue pushing for entry, Dean parts his lips slowly, only slightly hesitant as his brain struggles to catch up with what is going on here. Then there's a new flavor in his mouth--definitely liquor, but not the stuff he had been swilling all night--and his body is flooded with a hazy heat, like liquid warmth, and his mind gives up trying to catch up then and there. Instead, he lets out a low noise, tilting his head and parting his lips further to let his tongue explore as much as it wants to.

Gabriel eagerly takes that opening to explore Dean's mouth, one hand going up to thread through the hair on the back of Dean's head as the other forms a light grip on the front of his shirt. Even with the alcohol in his system, he knows enough to take it somewhat slow.

This pace is pretty good so far, and Dean is actually content to settle in and let Gabriel take the lead. His own tongue meets Gabriel's, slicking against it almost lazily. Even if there's stubble rasping against his own, and hard planes instead of soft curves against his body, it's a surprisingly decent kiss.

He lets his tongue switch to brushing against Dean's as he starts rocking in place on Dean's lap, making soft, eager sounds. He's getting more turned on and is doing his part to help Dean along in that department.

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Right when I need to hop off because thunderstorm.

Be careful, see you when you get back! :)

It seems to be gone, so computer is back on.

Very nice, welcome back!

Thanks. Hopefully it doesn't come back.

Fingers crossed. :)

And there was lightning when I was out getting food with my sister. 9_9

Angels bowling? ;)

They can do it somewhere else.