"Sure thing," Gabriel says, kissing the back of Dean's neck and slowing to a stop before actually pulling out, snapping his fingers to clean himself up. The construct of him moves to lay on its side, head propped on its fist as it waits to see when its needed again.
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Date: 2015-05-11 11:13 pm (UTC)From: