Because It's Gabriel (which seems to be the answer to so many things)
Caged!Gabriel seems to be getting addicted to butting heads with Dean. Because there is nothing else to do. Because he is, as he puts it several times, locked in a fucking barn .
“Gabriel,” he stated flatly, through a clenched jaw. “How’re you doing?”
It sounded stupid. Judging by the squinty face Gabriel made at him, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Wow. That hurt?”
Dean glowered. “Bite me.”
Gabriel’s eyebrows climbed sarcastically. “Okay then. My shoulder’s fucking sore, and I’m locked in an animal pen. Next question?”
Gabriel: In Ur Cage, Not Getting (Your Classic) Stockholm's.
Boys, boys. Remember that talk we had about healthy relationships? This story isn't even Dean/Gabriel.
... boys?
Gabriel stared. Then he laughed, sharp and hard. “Wait. Wait. That’s what this is about? You’re asking for my help?”
“Gabriel,” he stated flatly, through a clenched jaw. “How’re you doing?”
It sounded stupid. Judging by the squinty face Gabriel made at him, he wasn’t the only one who thought so.
“Wow. That hurt?”
Dean glowered. “Bite me.”
Gabriel’s eyebrows climbed sarcastically. “Okay then. My shoulder’s fucking sore, and I’m locked in an animal pen. Next question?”
Gabriel: In Ur Cage, Not Getting (Your Classic) Stockholm's.
Boys, boys. Remember that talk we had about healthy relationships? This story isn't even Dean/Gabriel.
... boys?
Gabriel stared. Then he laughed, sharp and hard. “Wait. Wait. That’s what this is about? You’re asking for my help?”