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Gabriel, this is Hell. I sleep on a mattress in a closet. Finding or affording a power washer is off my scale. Try again.
[Then there's John who trudges wearily towards things, deflecting only when he's sidling close enough to put a blade through someone's ribs. No kind sense of humour.]
My friends are all dead for a reason, angel. Mostly because of your kind or demons or - whatever the fuck. A few at my version of yours' hands. Complication I don't need or want.
Good to hear it. I never saw that ugly side of him, but I'm sure it was there. Good to know something kept him in check. All of you for that matter.
[ If you laughed a little bit more, maybe you'd feel better John. Drink less. It's okay to smile, really it is. ]
So are his. You aren't dissimilar. But this is hell, and we're all dead. Can't you drop some of those walls just a little bit? Dean's a good man, he'd have your back. And in your line of work? Surely a little reinforcement now-and-again is useful?
He wasn't always like that. Before the Fall. Maybe you're seeing him a little bit more like how he was.
[ Which was still sneaky, still calculating, still sharp as a knife, but not so unkind. Who knew? ]
Can't. Might accidentally clean my shop up. I like it the way it is.
[Not likely on any of those fronts. He likes his solitude, how everyone thinks him weird. Never helps to have people around.]
[Especially the likes of Dean Winchester.]
I don't need or want the Winchesters around, Gabriel. Let it go. [An ugly note taints his voice, gone as quick as it shows up or maybe that's due to the mention of Lucifer.] I doubt it. My place was a nice safe hideout, an amusement.
[That emotional knife might have skittered across ribs but didn't pierce an internal organ yet.]
No wonder you never take dates home, that's all I'm saying.
[ Well, he is weird. He likes people to think of him as such, but it's not really an act, is it? He's put himself apart from everyone and those he does know he treats with something close to contempt.
Hey, not everyone likes Dean. It's not unusual. ]
Alright, alright. You aren't going to be best friends. It's no biggie. [He sighs, softly] He pretends everything is an amusement. Even if it isn't. It's a control thing.
One night stands aren't dates, Gabriel, and I don't need you butting into me taking anyone home. If you're doing that out of some misguided thing because of Lucifer, you can stop. He's gone and others miss him more than me.
[He's quiet for a few seconds before answering.]
I know. I know. A lot like his brother. Go give Greg a hug and think of a good excuse for Dean.
I wanted to give you a warning, not have a full discussion on How Hades Turns.
Look, Gabriel... it's been a long day. Gets quiet here some nights without your brother and his visits. Dean brought some of that up. Maybe we can talk some other night.
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[Then there's John who trudges wearily towards things, deflecting only when he's sidling close enough to put a blade through someone's ribs. No kind sense of humour.]
My friends are all dead for a reason, angel. Mostly because of your kind or demons or - whatever the fuck. A few at my version of yours' hands. Complication I don't need or want.
Good to hear it. I never saw that ugly side of him, but I'm sure it was there. Good to know something kept him in check. All of you for that matter.
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[ If you laughed a little bit more, maybe you'd feel better John. Drink less. It's okay to smile, really it is. ]
So are his. You aren't dissimilar. But this is hell, and we're all dead. Can't you drop some of those walls just a little bit? Dean's a good man, he'd have your back. And in your line of work? Surely a little reinforcement now-and-again is useful?
He wasn't always like that. Before the Fall. Maybe you're seeing him a little bit more like how he was.
[ Which was still sneaky, still calculating, still sharp as a knife, but not so unkind. Who knew? ]
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[Not likely on any of those fronts. He likes his solitude, how everyone thinks him weird. Never helps to have people around.]
[Especially the likes of Dean Winchester.]
I don't need or want the Winchesters around, Gabriel. Let it go. [An ugly note taints his voice, gone as quick as it shows up or maybe that's due to the mention of Lucifer.] I doubt it. My place was a nice safe hideout, an amusement.
[That emotional knife might have skittered across ribs but didn't pierce an internal organ yet.]
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[ Well, he is weird. He likes people to think of him as such, but it's not really an act, is it? He's put himself apart from everyone and those he does know he treats with something close to contempt.
Hey, not everyone likes Dean. It's not unusual. ]
Alright, alright. You aren't going to be best friends. It's no biggie. [He sighs, softly] He pretends everything is an amusement. Even if it isn't. It's a control thing.
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[He's quiet for a few seconds before answering.]
I know. I know. A lot like his brother. Go give Greg a hug and think of a good excuse for Dean.
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Go on. Hang up. I know you have much better things to do than talk to me.
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Look, Gabriel... it's been a long day. Gets quiet here some nights without your brother and his visits. Dean brought some of that up. Maybe we can talk some other night.
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Thanks for giving me the heads-up.