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[lowkeyangel]

So, how many kinds of cat crazy do we think this is? Nine? Ten? Twenty?

[He pops a lollipop into his mouth, shrugs easily.]

Eh, I'm game. Maybe I can flutter my eyelashes at myself. Or tell Gandalf to ride the eagles to Mordor. Or have a staring contest with ceiling cat.

What? Don't act so scandalized. I'm a dish, kiddo.

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[lowkeyangel]

[Dean. Really, Dean.]

Spoilers, kid.

Maybe we should just get ourselves some matching journals.

[arighteousman]

Sure. You can be 'an egotistical dickwad.' Be my guest.

[lowkeyangel]

Harsh words, Dean-o. I was gonna call you sweetie and everything.

[arighteousman]

No offense, but you just aren't my type.

[Seriously. Don't get his player having thoughts. They're toxic and embarrassing and nope.]

[lowkeyangel]

It's the wings, isn't it? People say six is just too much.

[arighteousman]

You caught me. I'm cool with a lil' tickle now and then but wings? That's pushing the envelop too far.

[lowkeyangel]

Come on, Dean. Variety. It'd do you some good.

Not me, but hey. I'm sure some angel would want to romp with Michael's vessel.

[arighteousman]

If you want the truth? Been there, done that. Anna wanted something to remember humanity by.

[SO LET'S NEVER TALK OF ANGEL SEX AGAIN.]

[lowkeyangel]

[He pauses. On one hand, good for you, Dean, giving his little sibling that. On the other hand... Yeah, no. Not really a topic he wants to continue discussing. Not with Dean, anyway.]

Say no more.

[arighteousman]

What-- is this making you uncomfortable?

[Reeaaaading your face so hardcore, boy.]

[lowkeyangel]

Nope.

[Yes. Also, Anna needs more taste.]

But we could talk about Sam's love life. He still seeing the demon chick?

[arighteousman]

No.

[Hard, short.]

Bitch's been dead for a while now. You missed the farewell party.

[...]

So-- were you in Anna's garrison? Served 'under' her? Cas hasn't told me too much.

[lowkeyangel]

Under her?

[He snorts.]

I was around when she was created.

[arighteousman]

No wonder you don't give a shit about Cas. Guess when you have that many siblings, who cares about a few causalities, right?

[/needling]

[lowkeyangel]

Watch it, kid.

[Have a steely look.]

[arighteousman]

Hit another nerve?

[Make him, you chickenshit.]

[lowkeyangel]

You'd have to have good aim for that.

You might be my brother's vessel, but I can put you back together afterward.

[And he had.]

[arighteousman]

Well.










You're short.

[Bam.]

[lowkeyangel]

[...nailed it.]

Do you pull Castiel's pigtails, too?

[arighteousman]

He's learning to take a joke.

[lowkeyangel]

Huh. Might have to give you a gold star for that one.

[arighteousman]

Validation from an archangel. All I ever wanted. Thanks.

[lowkeyangel]

I guess I could give you one of those little fruit stickers, the ones that smell, but you'd really have to work for that one. Get my little bro laid or something.

[arighteousman]

Already done that.

[In Zodion.

And not that way.

He-- Castiel found a chick. It was very good of him. Dean was so proud.]

[lowkeyangel]

[He raises an eyebrow.]

You've been busy. Have a fruit sticker.