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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]

[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.

[arighteousman]

What?

No-- we didn't--

Haha, no.

No.

[There was a handjob tho. Just sayin'.]

And you can shut up. [He will take his fruit sticker now.]

[lowkeyangel]

[Right on his forehead, too.]

Good luck with that. Seriously, though, my little brother and an actual girl? Or guy? [He doesn't judge. Or really care himself.] Props.

[rebellious]

It wasn't that hard.











[ h e h ]

[lowkeyangel]

[Sorry, your big brother's just going to have a moment over here. He needs to get the giggling out of his system.

...okay, he's good now.]

Then I think congratulations are in order.

[rebellious]

... For what?

[ Honestly, the lot of you. Completely daft. ]

[arighteousman]

Girl. Definitely a girl. Name's Roxy, even.



But Sam also, uh. It's--



Forget it.

[Not going to talk about how that feels somehow incestuous with Gabriel. Gabriel who has already defiled the sanctity of smelly fruit stickers. Dean will relocate it to his shoulder, thanks. Is it at least a cherry for irony's sake?]

[lowkeyangel]

[It is now.]

...what? Did he sprout antlers?

[arighteousman]

[Scratching at the very much now a cherry sticker, because the chemical-sweet smell of it will sooth his nerves.]

No. But he and Cas are boffing the same chick.

[Someone else has to find that weird!!]