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[trickster_mk2]

Who: Gabriel and Deano
What: Either congratulations or a punch in the face...
When: Some time after this
Where: Hatfield
Rating: PG-13 for language probably.

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[likemichael]

Dean was planning on visiting Elizabeth, and he'd let himself in when he arrived, making his way around the place to find her. Instead, he found Gabriel. Shifting in place, his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, he headed over towards him, eyeing him for a moment.

"Is, er... Is Lizzie around?" He considered for a moment before approaching even more, sitting down in a chair and resting his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward. "Look, I think you and me need to have a talk."

[trickster_mk2]

Gabe's not exactly expecting visitors, so when Dean lets himself in, the arch-angel sits up, frown settling on his features. This isn't his home, he's got no say in who comes and goes but he'd be a liar if he said that he wasn't a tinsy-tiny bit protective right now, especially of things like Dean who have no qualms about killing things he sees as monstrous. Nephilim certainly fall into that category. He matches the look Dean gives him though, not exactly unfriendly, but weary, and then the angel gives him the widest grin he can possibly summon

[likemichael]

"Yeah, we're gonna braid Sam's hair later, too." It's said in such a deadpan way that he almost believes it for a second himself but he shrugs a little, eyeing the M&M's before giving Gabriel a look. He's not falling for anything like that, not a chance. He's not about to eat anything Gabriel offers. No way in Hell.

He blinks, then shakes his head, waving off that conversation. "No, forget that crap, that wasn't us, and it doesn't need talkin' about. We need to talk about Elizabeth and what situation you got her into." And Dean is pretty damn certain the tone of his voice is just the same as it would be if someone got Jo pregnant. Stern, full of warning, but also falsely relaxed.

"What're you two planning to do about it?"

[trickster_mk2]

Well that's a false laugh if ever there was one, and Gabriel cuts it pretty quick anyway. So the cat was out of the bag. But this was Deano, so at least it was still in the house and not half-way down the street scratching the neighbour's dogs and hissing at their kids. "So I'm guessing she told you that and there hasn't been some big fuck up with doctor-patient confidentiality, right?"

He sighs, and leans back in the chair, not before grabbing a handful of candy for himself. He's immune to all it's fun gastric and pigment-related effects after all. Dean's asking a fair question, it's just sweet FA to do with him and Gabriel feels like saying that. In fact, he feels like snapping Dean back to the scrap yard and letting all the air out of the impala's tiers, but the old girl hasn't done anything to anyone.

"What are we planning to do about it?" Gabriel gives Dean a look, head tilted slightly to one side. It's a look that says, plainly what the fuck do you think we're going to do? "We're opted to name it after you, Deano. And have a

[likemichael]

"Yeah, she told me." He shrugs a little, watching Gabriel. He knows he's getting into business that has nothing to do with him, but at the same time it has everything to do with him, considering how close he and Elizabeth are. It's a simple fact that Dean all but worships the people he cares about, that he puts them up on a pedestal and idolises their every action, and it takes a lot for them to be knocked off that pedestal. Sam did it when he drank demon blood, Cas did it when he sided with Crowley and broke Sam's wall. He is pretty damn certain Elizabeth won't be coming down off her pedestal any time soon. She's as good as a sister to him, in the end.

Dean rolls his eyes at the look he's given. "Damn right I can butt my nose in. Lizzie is family to me, and now she's got the possibility of giving birth to some feathered little hybrid. I'm not saying I'm gonna hurt it, before you go there, 'cause she's already named me Godfather. All I'm saying is... is it safe for her? If not, then you better damn well make it safe for her."

[trickster_mk2]

Gabriel's had Dean up against walls before, in strangle-holds and hells he's prepared to do it again if he has to. But at those words, that almost accusation, he doesn't even flinch. Not a muscle twitched.

The truth is that Gabriel doesn't know. Frankly he didn't think it was possible any more. The last time it had happened was before the Flood when a whole fuck-tonne of mistakes just were carefully swept under the carpet. Dad had said it wasn't going to happen again and so it wouldn't but... But here no one was playing by the rules.

He didn't say anything about it though, didn't confirm of deny it. It wasn't safe, probably. But he wasn't going to let it hurt her, wasn't going to let anything hurt her.

"Who do you take me for?" He countered. "I'm not letting anything happen to her."

[likemichael]

"I take you for the guy who had to see everything going to crap before he stood up to his jackass big brothers, so I'm making sure you're gonna do right by her. And you'd do the same if it was your family, you know you would." He shrugs a bit, and gets to his feet, smoothing down his jeans.

He knows he's getting in the face of someone who could kill him with the snap of his fingers, but he also knows Elizabeth would be thoroughly done with anyone who hurt Dean, so he's perfectly safe. Even without her in the room, or even in the house if she's not home, he's entirely under her protection, and in turn she's just as protected by the Winchesters.

"I'm not saying this to be a dick, just keep her safe or you and me are gonna have a problem." He wonders vaguely if he could slip a prank in here, but he doesn't know. He doubts a joke buzzer is going to work.

[trickster_mk2]

"So you'd rather I sit on my ass and drank myself silly for a year? Is that what doing right by her is?" Sorry Deano, but you're no one to comment here on treating girls right. You might not be a complete ass, but that's as far as it goes.

And yes, Gabriel is aware that Lizzie likes Dean, that she sees him as a confidant and that's none of his business. He might not like it, but he'd rather face Luci all over again than try and get between Queen and something she loved or something she wanted. It goes against every self-preservation instinct that he has. Besides, Dean hasn't ticked him off enough yet, shoving his nose into what isn't anything to do with him. If and when the baby shows up though, that's a different matter. One foot out of line, and Dean is toast.

"Me and her are going to work this out, mutton-head. It isn't anything to do with you. If you think I'm going to let something hurt her, you've not been paying attention to anything this last couple of months."

[likemichael]

"That doesn't mean a damn thing here, Gabriel, don't spin this around. I still take care of everyone in my family how I should." He knows he has a drinking problem, that it's almost as bad as his dad's, but that's hardly a concern to him these days. His nerves are shot, with Sam jumping at ghosts, and he'd rather be relaxed while dealing with that.

He shrugs a bit, giving him a look. "Then good, I'm sure you're gonna look out for her, I'm just double-checking. It's called being a good friend."

Without a bit of hesitation, he offers his hand. "Congratulations, man. If there's a kid, I mean. It's about time someone made good about this city."

[trickster_mk2]

Gabriel bites back the urge to laugh at that. Dean looks after Castiel and Sammy, in a way, but it's hardly real protection. And there's been too many lost on the way to really count, too many people that could have been saved if Dean was smarter, quicker, if he hadn't been an ass. How much the drinking effects him Gabriel doesn't care to know.

"Huh huh. Good friend. Awesome." Not that Gabe believes any of that- well, maybe he does. Dean is looking out for Lizzie, but Gabe doubts it's the best way. "Fine. I get it."

The congratulations come as a surprise though, and Gabriel gets to his feet, raising an eyebrow as he takes Dean's hand. "I... Thanks, I guess." And then a little of the guard drops, and his mouth twists into a grin, "I'm sort of looking forward to it."