THE GRASS IS GREENER
WOW: plant. Sometimes the grass looks greener on the other side even when you're an angel!
Disclaimer: I don't own Gadreel – he doesn't know what he's missing!
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Gadreel seriously regretted his decision. It's just that … Sam never stopped.
He was exhausting. He was always indexing the Letters' library, researching a hunt or reading about something.
When he wasn't doing that, it was Sudoku, crosswords or logic problems. He even had a Rubiks Cube for Heaven's sake. The guy had a brain that wouldn't quit.
He glanced across at Dean, snoozing on the couch, clutching an empty beer bottle, with a well-thumbed copy of Busty Asian Beauties lying beside him; the tinny strains of a Robert Plant classic emanating from his headphones.
It looked like he'd picked the wrong Winchester to possess.
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