AND THE TROLL GETS TROLLED.

[100deaths_a_day]

Who: Dean Winchester 100deaths_a_day || Gabriel hung_garian;
What: Dean's taking a little revenge for the television thing.
Where: Just outside Gabriel's room
When: March 4th
Warning: Possible mouth.
Status: Incomplete. Closed.

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[hung_garian]

Admittedly, Gabriel didn't often resort to normal modes of transport, such as walking. Since he could get wherever he wanted by flying, instantaneously, there didn't seem to be much point. But then, there wasn't much point in saving time around these parts, so why not kill some by taking a walk?

Apparently the answer to this was about to be discovered. He stepped out of the door, making no attempt whatsoever to be sneaky. In fact, he was whistling. He clearly hadn't noticed Dean.

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean grinned to himself, and hit his palm on the sigil. He culdn't help but laugh to himself as he did.

This was going to be sweet.

He resisted the urge to move closer to hear the archangel's reaction. For now.

[hung_garian]

And the laughter was the only warning Gabriel got before in a blast of light he was forced from the corridor and back into his room, somewhat shaken.

"The hell-?"

Okay, well, two could play at the badass game - or try to, anyway. He strode through the door, pushing it open rather harder than he really needed to, and back into the corridor.

"You know what? That was cute. Really, it was. So cute I might let you off with just a broken neck." Yep, he was a little pissed. "Here, kitty... you know it'll be so much better for you if I don't have to drag you out by the testicles."

[100deaths_a_day]

And Dean just hit the wall again, but there was a little less force as he hit the sigil. He was shaking too hard with laughter he couldn't quite surpress, and it took most of the force that he was going to hit the sigil with.

It was a shame he had to look away to stop his eyes being melted. Really. I mean... he'd have loved to see your face in those split seconds before you diasappear.