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"Sorry you don't have a better option than us out there," he says earnestly, draining his own bottle and holding it up in a questioning gesture. Maybe they both needed to get blitzed with this kind of conversation going on.

Gabriel refills Dean's, figuring that was what he wanted before stealing another from the stash and dusting it off. "There's definitely worse choices."

He gives Dean a sideways look. "I could always take us somewhere before we get tanked so Sam doesn't have to deal with us."

"Good plan," Dean immediately agrees, pleased to see his drink refreshed. He pulls out his phone to shoot his brother a text. "Somewhere with a couch or comfy chair'd be nice."

He's not going to argue with the point that there are worse choices than the Winchester brothers. Even though he secretly thinks there aren't.

"Know what the nice thing about New York City is? It's so full of people and things that go bump in the night that hunters don't know where to even start," he says with a grin as a way of telling Dean where they're going before reaching out and lightly laying a hand on him arm as he takes them to the couch of the same apartment as on New Year's.

Dean blinks as he registers that they've moved, then takes in where they are. He shakes his head with a little snort.

"Feelin' nostalgic, are we?" he asks.

"Hey, I haven't done anything in town, so I haven't had to move," Gabriel protests as he opens bottle number two and takes a swig.

"And here I would've thought that the Big Apple would have tons of people just waitin' to be 'taught a lesson,'" Dean chuckles, going over to the window to look out. Seriously, he and Sam didn't spend enough time in the big cities of America. He added that to 'vacation at the beach' for when they were finished with the next big thing. "Not that I blame you for wantin' to hang around."

"I tend to behave myself in the places I actually want to stay in for awhile," Gabriel comments drily. "I'll probably get up to my tricks at whatever point I feel like I could skip being here for a century or so."

"And why would anyone wanna do that?" Dean says, looking at the lights of the city. "This place is kinda awesome. Always somethin' going on...in a good way."

"If I went by that logic, I'd probably still be in London. Well, I might have finally bugged out when the Blitz hit, but." He shrugs. "For the record, this is the borough that's laid out in a grid pattern. Some of the others have so many hills and turns keeping you from being able to see where you're going very well, you'll get the chance to become hopelessly lost if you're not familiar with the area. And probably slowly hating the area the longer you're there. So if you feel like hitting up, say, Brooklyn, use public transportation. Oh yeah, and you'll have a hell of a time finding somewhere to park the Impala."

Dean snorts at the load of information.

"That's one of the perks of havin' an archangel on our side, isn't it?" he says, glancing at him over his shoulder. "Free digs and parking in New York City. I can deal with that."

He's not going to ask why Gabriel simply left London during a time when it could have probably used his help. Some things are better left unexplored.

"Got any clubs you'd recommend here?"

He said he would have if he was still there. He actually left sometime earlier than that. By at least two centuries. Not to mention that people might take a little too much notice of anything he did.

"I was referring more to the fact that cars are generally smaller than your car these days. So smaller parking spaces." Good luck finding anywhere to parallel park.

Now an eyebrow goes up. "Planning to abandon me to pick up chicks?"

"You haven't seen my parking skills," Dean chuckles, and damn if it didn't sound like there was a 'z' at the end of skills instead of an 's'. He smirks at him. "Like you wouldn't be right there next to me pickin' them up."

"And where would you be bringing them home to, given that I'm going to be using my room in that event?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.

"You couldn't just snap up an extra room?" Dean says with a little pout.

"I'm not going to warp space so you can get laid," he says with a roll of his eyes before taking another swig of his drink.

"Cockblocker," Dean grumbles, turning away from the window and making his way to plop down on the couch comfortably with his drink. "Should've known."

"There's always the person who actually owns this apartment," Gabriel points out drily although he doesn't really expect Dean's answer to be anything but the usual 'no'.

Instead of that 'no,' Dean simply levels him a look over the rim of his bottle and gives a thoughtful little, "Hmm," before taking a deep slug of the drink.

"You gonna sit down or're you just goin' to stand around all awkward like in your own place?"

Gabriel flops on the couch, leaving a little space between them and expertly avoiding his drink trying to escape with the movement. "Better?"

"You tell me," Dean says with a little grin. "Feels good just takin' a load off and not worrying about the world ending for once."

"Don't jinx it," Gabriel admonishes. He's well aware of the universe's habit of throwing something at the Winchesters whenever they get too comfortable.

"Good point. Oh god, the world's gonna end tomorrow and we're all goin' to die in a ball of fiery fire," he says with a dramatic sigh. "Might as well cash in our chips now--go all in on black thirteen."

That makes Gabriel snicker. "Having fun with your drama?"

"Hey, you're the one who said not to jinx it," Dean says with an innocent look. "Besides, I've found out that those divine powers tend to love them a little drama now and then."

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