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[lotsoflaughs]

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[savethehallmark]

I texted you buddy, that didn't mean "come bang on the roof of my trunk an' ruin my day".

[Because obviously he would've gotten out of there eventually by himself.]

[lotsoflaughs]

::So far as Gabriel's concerned, that was about as likely as Dean being the Queen of England.::

So you would have preferred to be left in to turn into a mummified husk?

[savethehallmark]

[Dean very well might be the Queen of England for all we know.]

I liked you takin' me to this motel. But everythin' else. [Waves a hand dismissively while grabbing the pillow and bunching it under his head.]

[lotsoflaughs]

::Not unless he manages to get the right parts somehow, he's not.::

Consider it encouragement to drink less.

::Speaking of drinks, Gabriel snaps up a soda for himself to take a swig from.::

[savethehallmark]

[He sees the soda and suddenly his interest is piqued.]

Hey, gimme... [Give him the soda Gabriel if you know what's good for you.]

[lotsoflaughs]

::Gabriel holds his coke closer to himself.::

How about I give you your own so you aren't stealing mine?

[savethehallmark]

Just give me the damn soda, Gabriel.

[This isn't a joke. Hydration is no joke.]

[lotsoflaughs]

::Dean does know that soda just makes people thirstier, right?

Gabriel gives Dean the stink-eye before screwing on the cap and tossing it his way before snapping up a new one for himself.::

There, you happy now?

[savethehallmark]

[He lets it land on the bed before rolling onto his back, pushing himself against the headboard and unscrewing the soda, taking a long draw that drains half the bottle before sighing. And then in true Dean Winchester fashion lets out the mother of all belches.]

Gettin' better.

[lotsoflaughs]

::Classy, Winchester. Real classy. Gabriel just rolls his eyes and takes a swig of his new soda.::

Always happy to help.

[savethehallmark]

[He's the classiest of men, of course. Now he's even gonna wriggle towards his boots and try to take them out.]

Oh yeah? Then help me out of these boots too, huh? [Waggles feet in the Angel's direction.]

[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.]