// Aaand that was supposed to be a gif…

// this one in fact

Wait, what this about strippers?

What’s a Gabe?

Oh, Hmm, and what about you being evil? Is that apart of it?

All ‘dem.

And… [|clears throat|] When did, err, that happen?

And you’re sure it’s not some Magic Mike situation cause you remember what happened the last time you took me to see strippers.

Uhhh, sure. Yeah.

[|Gives him a face before snatching the paper and taking a 1 second long glance at it. Just long enough to catch the view of a few scantily clad babes in the background of the picture.|] oh Sam this is serious! We gotta go right away and save these str— ladies!

Dude, A janitor?

Yeah, and we were the dicks.

Don’t worry, Sammy, I’m sure they’ll give you a pity dance. Big nerd and all.

When demons wanna kill their own, that’s saying something.

You’re crazy, bro, that’s why… but who isn’t these days?

Gift horse, Sammy… don’t go looking one in the mouth.

I mean, anyone is better than - most - of your exes… [|I said, only moderately regretting saying so given most were now dead.|]

… [|Furrows brows, giving her a look that implied an explanation may have been needed but given who I was talking to I stated the obvious anyhow.|] care to elaborate?

“I need to boil my eyes,” glances at her beer then back at her. “Or several of those.”

// Sometimes I think they shit the bed when dean was a demon. They could have done so much more with it but they solved it too quickly.