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[lotsoflaughs]

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[lotsoflaughs]

Do I look like a stereotypical housewife from the fifties?

::It's pointed out acerbically as he snaps his fingers to deposit Dean's boots on the floor.::

[savethehallmark]

Y'could... if y'wanted to.

[And that's the end of that chapter because the boots are gone and Dean now needed to focus on getting rid of the rest of his clothing.]

[lotsoflaughs]

I think I'll pass. That part of the fifties was definitely on the crap side.

::As Gabriel is fairly certain that Dean knows how to undress himself, he's not going to help.::

[savethehallmark]

That's your choice dude, I was just remindin' you it was there.

[And then he wriggles and gets his jeans about half way down his legs and pulls his overshirt off and throws it to the floor before deciding that was good enough and slumping back on the bed.]

[lotsoflaughs]

You seem to have forgotten to finish removing your pants.

::Just being helpful here. Okay, not really.::

[savethehallmark]

Forgotten.

[A pfft noise.] I just gave up. Too difficult, wanna sleep. Still thinkin' I'm kinda drunk.

[lotsoflaughs]

That's just sad.

::A grown man should be able to manage getting his clothes on and off.::

[savethehallmark]

You're just sad.

[Again with the superb insults.]

[lotsoflaughs]

I'm not the one who can't undress himself, Deano.

::It's said with a snort before taking a swig of his drink.::

[savethehallmark]

I can undress myself its just takin' a hell of a lot more effort than I want it too so I'm just stayin' this way.

[lotsoflaughs]

Mm-hmm. Whatever makes you feel better about yourself.

[savethehallmark]

[He just groans and tries to get comfortable in the bed. Have fun being ignored, douche bag.]

[lotsoflaughs]

Blankets might help.

::Gabriel feels that he has a point.::

[savethehallmark]

So would you shuttin' the hell up.

[So pointed.]

[lotsoflaughs]

Touchy, touchy. I think I'll go call Sam and tell him about your adventures locked in the trunk of your car.

::You know. Give Sam something to go '...Dean, really?' at before picking on big brother.::

[savethehallmark]

Fine, do it, whatever takes your pesterin' ass away from me.

[lotsoflaughs]

Have fun with your minor coma.

::And he's out. Time to make Sam want a drink.::