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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