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[lotsoflaughs]

Catch-all post for threads on TFLN interrupted by captcha.

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[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean frowns into his sandwich, thinking about it.

"Well. If that were the case. I'd say let 'em have at it, that they'd deserve what they get. But not asshole bosses," he says after a moment, "They can't just go around killin' like that. Not now. We have to stop them."

And that's that. That's all Dean Winchester needs to know that whatever it takes, they will stop them from killing more people. As usual.

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"Well, try not to get killed going after them. And hope the ones still in Europe don't get pissed and looking for the American branch." Right, time to work his way through his own sandwich thing Dean made.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Yes sir," Dean says with a mock salute, then watches him take a bite out of the sandwich. "Pretty damn good, ain't it?"

There are few things Dean is proud of, and cooking is at the top of that short list.

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Gabriel just nods, his mouth being full of food. He'd rather skip playing 'see food'. Some of it might escape.

"So, that info give you guys enough to refine the search somewhat?" he finally says after finishing that mouthful.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"I think that's a good place to start, yeah," Dean agrees, and that's Gabriel's thank you. "Sam can probably figure out where to start diggin' once I give him the new info."

As for telling Sam just where he got that information from...it's going to take a little finessing on his part, because like hell is he going to let the whole story of last night get out.

He finishes he own sandwich and leans back in the chair, sipping his coffee leisurely. Gone is the panicky Dean trying to sneak out earlier, apparently.

"What about you? Any news on the angel wire Cas might not be getting?"

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Sam will live if he knows his big brother slept with an archangel. It might be knowledge and mental images he doesn't want, but he'll survive.

"You realize that I'm not exactly keeping tabs on what's being shared with him and what's not, right?" Gabriel ask rhetorically before shaking his head. "Things are fairly calm Upstairs, last I heard. Had to smack down a couple of people for getting over-zealous on the whole 'make everybody go back home' thing along with the angels that objected strongly to going home."

[impala_is_my_baby]

Maybe he would survive, but Dean wouldn't survive the embarrassment or the never ending harassing he would get for it.

"I know, but you're more...you know...fully together than he is. Wings in one piece and all that," he says with a vague wave of his hand towards Gabriel's back. The news is good, though, better than he was hoping. Angels were the last thing he wants to worry about these days. "So long as those ones that are stayin' rogue don't keep on trying to gank Cas for the whole...kicking them outta heaven thing."

I.E.-Keep an eye on your nerdy little brother, Gabriel.

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If the majority of monsters Dean's faced didn't kill him, his little brother teasing him won't.

"There wouldn't have been a problem with these two if they were left the hell alone. They just wanted to be able to try out human shit as a change of pace from the last... ever," Gabriel gripes, suddenly wanting something stronger than coffee. Right, time for a little Irish coffee then. Although being subtle about messing with it.

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean frowns a little, looking at him curiously. Obviously, Gabriel has two in mind.

"What two are those? And are they still around planetside?"

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Gabriel takes a long drink of his now whiskey-laced coffee before answering. "No one you need to worry about. They've been sent home. There's not enough of us left for that kind of fighting."

In other words, there's a dead angel or two due to said strong objections.

[impala_is_my_baby]

His frown deepens, and he stands to refill his mug.

"They didn't figure out who you are, did they?" As far as he still knew, Gabriel wants to stay away from being discovered, even if he can't keep his identity a real secret with what remains of the pagan community.

Not that Dean cares whether he's found out or not. Not at all.

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"Unfortunately, it's a little hard to make my decision to make them go home after that fight stick without them knowing. I might have lost my temper and went a bit Michael on their asses." Needless to say, the angels he lost his temper at were appropriately cowed by the display.

A snap to refill his mug with more coffee and whiskey so he could drink it.

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean raises his eyebrows at him, trying to picture Gabriel doing anything that resembled Michael at all. Righteous fury and flaming sword--that could actually be kind of...hot.

He takes a swallow of his own refreshed drink, trying to cover up any indication that he connected Gabriel to the word 'hot'.

"Well, them's the breaks, I guess," he says after a moment with the shrug. "Gotta crack a few eggs to make an omelet--especially when those eggs can be stubborn as hell."

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He heard that thought process, you know. Although he'll be polite and not mention it.

"No one's actually dead--well, besides the one that already was, which was why I was pissed--but they definitely got a reminder of what tier angel I am and that it's still not a good idea to piss me off, even if I am the mellow one." Compared to his older brothers, anyway.

[impala_is_my_baby]

How thoughtful of him. Although, he can always bring it back to torture Dean with in the future.

Finding out that no angels had perished in the whole whipping out of the angel mojo version of dicks is a little bit of relief. For all his run-ins with angels in the past, the idea of more dying for no damn good reason is something he doesn't relish.

His mouth quirks up a little in a smirk imagining just what expressions were on the angels' faces were when they realized who they were dealing with.

"So, mellow one, what're you gonna do with your bet win?" he asks, returning to the chair and lounging in it. He's never been one to deny when someone wins a bet against him, especially when they win it fair and square.

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Hence, none dying during that episode and Gabriel sticking to exiling them back home. For which they were appropriately grateful since they knew damn well what the other option was. Which it would have been if it had actually been Michael they were dealing with rather than Gabriel doing a good impression of him.

"What, rocking your world wasn't good enough, you want me to want something more?" he teases, mood flipping back into a better one. "I think knowing I got you into bed and that you should hopefully be willing to consider a future time is probably enough."

[impala_is_my_baby]

Dean snorts into his coffee, although he's smirking. Just a little bit.

"You always the man in charge, or d'you let someone else top once in a while?" he asks, pleased the tone is switching to one that is a little lighter.

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"Archangels tend to like being the one in charge. What do you think?" he asks in an innocent tone that is fooling no one. "Although I have been known to let others do the driving from time to time."

See: Kali. Definitely one to take charge. Which is actually hot, when she's not doing it to kill people Gabriel would prefer stayed alive. Like himself.

[impala_is_my_baby]

That earns him another snort and Dean shakes his head.

"All about control with you guys," he mutters. "You should let other people take the lead more often. Who knows, you might actually like it."

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"Are you gonna tell Kali that you'll do the driving twenty-four seven?" he asks with an arch look. Between her and certain older brothers, it's been others in charge plenty, thank you.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"You kidding?" Dean sputters, nearly choking on his coffee. "Like hell I'd tell that woman anything. She can do whatever she wants, however she wants, I wouldn't complain."

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"I didn't either," he says between snickers. "She really made an impression on you, huh?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

"Besides the hotness factor, watchin' a chick who could set her arms on fire--yeah, that's an impression," Dean chuckles, shaking his head. Yes, he remembers his spectacular failed attempt to hit on her when they first got there.

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Gabriel is entirely unsurprised that she shut Dean down fast. She's like that with other demi-gods, much less humans a little too big for their britches.

"Anyone can set their arms on fire. The trick is to get out of it unscathed," he points out with a grin.

[impala_is_my_baby]

Well, come on. He wouldn't be Dean Winchester if he didn't at least give it a shot. She was a fantastic looking woman, sitting alone, he was willing to risk the rejection for even the chance of it.

"Yeah, and we see those videos all the time on Youtube," he snorts, "Or like the time Sammy had a case of bad luck and set his arm on fire. That was pretty awesome."

Except for Sam getting shot later by Bela, but she was a stinging sensation he didn't like thinking about too much. It's much better to think about how hilariously horrible it had gone for Sam after he lost the rabbit foot.