It was hard for Dean to think of Gabe as anything but Gabe, in spite of the amazing things that he could do without a thought. He was still the guy who saved him; he was still the guy who believed in him and told him he was worth more than he believed. To be completely honest, though, he had kind of developed a fondness for Gabriel's wings... seeing them, touching them, being wrapped up in them.
He frowned, chewing his bottom lip at that offer. Part of him wanted to jump at it. Part of him wanted to run like hell. "Probably not a good idea. He's... Dad wouldn't want that and Sam's probably fine without me."
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Date: 2014-06-21 03:15 am (UTC)He frowned, chewing his bottom lip at that offer. Part of him wanted to jump at it. Part of him wanted to run like hell. "Probably not a good idea. He's... Dad wouldn't want that and Sam's probably fine without me."