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[lotsoflaughs]

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

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[impala_is_my_baby]

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?"

[lotsoflaughs]

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?"

[impala_is_my_baby]

"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."

[lotsoflaughs]

"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.

[impala_is_my_baby]

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

[lotsoflaughs]

"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.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"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."

[lotsoflaughs]

"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'.

[impala_is_my_baby]

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?"

[lotsoflaughs]

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

[impala_is_my_baby]

"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."

[lotsoflaughs]

"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.

[impala_is_my_baby]

"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."

[lotsoflaughs]

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

[impala_is_my_baby]

"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."

[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.