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[lotsoflaughs]

"Uh-huh." Gabriel takes another sip of his own drink. And hey, it's kicking in a bit sooner than he expected. Thor must have done a particularly good job with this one.

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean rolls his eyes.

"You know you love you some drama, Trickster," he says, unfortunately not getting the buzz as quickly as Gabriel is, but he is feeling more relaxed than he has in a while.

[lotsoflaughs]

"Of course I do. ...And it occurs to me that I should make sure there's food in the fridge that you'll actually eat for if you wind up sleeping things off here." Gabriel should probably go do that before he drinks too much.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Food like...pie?" Dean says, looking ridiculously hopeful. "Eggs and bacon for breakfast. Nothin' like a greasy pile of bacon for a hangover."

[lotsoflaughs]

"You and your pie," Gabriel teases on his way to the kitchen which is separated from the main room by a half-wall. A look in the fridge to figure out what to make disappear for Dean's food later, along with filling about half the door with bottles of beer.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Pie's awesome," Dean points out, watching him walk away, and he stretches his legs out, propping his feet up on the coffee table. "Pie, burgers, and booze. What more could a man want?"

[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.