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Here comes the whole - SHIT IM A FEATHERY CUNT!- thing from Deano. Of course it was coming, duh! He's just slow on the uptake.
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Oh yeah- this really doesn't fit with the series. Sorry. (:
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NP. (DEAN)
Gabriel is the most irritating bitch ever. It was official.
The cocky cunt sat in the back of my beautiful car, sucking on a lollipop noisily. Man, did I want to throw something at him.
Gabe, stop slurping! I scolded his mind, pissed.
'Dean's a weener.' He replied aloud. 'Sammy, Sammy, Sam! Deano's a ween-o!'
'Shut up you feathery dick!' I snarled, annoyed.
'Haha. Dick.'
'Yeah. You're hung like a kitten, douche.' Cas snickered playfully.
'Hung like a horse, more like it!' Gabriel corrected smugly.
'STOP DISCUSSING YOUR DICK SIZE IN MY CAR!' I yelled, pissed.
'YOU ARE A DICK SIZE IN YOUR CAR!' Gabriel yelled back, grinning.
'THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE!' Cas shouted.
'NEITHER DOES YOUR FACE!' Sam chipped in.
'SHUT UP!' I screeched, pulling into the parking lot for McDonalds.
'CHEESEBURGERS!' Cas yelped.
'PIE!' Gabriel bellowed in response.
'QUIET!' I screamed angrily. Man, these guys were so annoying!

I sat, munching contentedly on a cheeseburger.
'I love cheeseburgers.' Cas sighed, chewing slowly.
'Cheeseburgers love you.'
'Gabriel, I know you're dumb, but can you tell me what 'Shut' and 'Up' mean?'
'Yep. Shut means close, up means north or higher.'
'Dick.'
'Wow, you're infuriating.'
I frowned, wondering who had spoken.
'Oh, my God.' Gabe groaned, staring over my shoulder. 'Fuck off, you feathery git.'
'Hey, don't use our Daddy's name in vain. And you have feathers too, bro. Hate to break it to you.'
So clearly the random ass was an angel.
'Dean. Do not turn around.' Cas warned, frowning.
'Cas, who is it? Raphael, Crowley, Lucifer?'
'Michael.'

NP. (SAM)
Why the fuck was that pigeon dick here?
Dean went from looking confused, to a little worried- to completely pissed.
And of course, Gabe had to joke about it.
'Hey, Deano! You look constipated! What's wrong, aren't you happy to see Mikey?' Dean looked livid, teeth grinding so audibly it made me shiver.
'What… the fuck… do you want… you pompous asshole…?' Dean rasped, shaking with the effort of not hitting something.
'Hey, hey! That's no way to speak to your brother, is it?' Gabe laughed. Dean looked horrified.
'No. NO! I refuse to be associated with this choir boy, holier-than-thou irritating ball of crappy bullshit!'
'That was a lot of words for someone with such a small brain.' I murmured, and Dean raised a warning finger at me. I'd been spending way too much time with Gabe.
'You dick.' Gabriel breathed, staring at me. 'You totally stole my line!'
'GUYS!' Michael yelled, effectively causing every other McDonald go-er to stop and stare at us. 'Shut up! Or are you not curious as to why I'm here?'
'Go on then, you stuck-up piece of fuck. Why are you here? And please don't be long- I want you to fuck off again.'
'Well well. Someone's ungrateful.'
'Get to the point, Michael.' I rolled my eyes at Gabriel, who was waggling his tounge at Michael's back - until my husband's feathery-ass brother clicked his finger and Gabe's tounge rolled back on itself.
'I think we should keep him!' Dean decided instantly, smiling. 'We finally found someone who can- GABRIEL STOP THINKING ABOUT MY BROTHER!' Gabe grinned around his bent-double tounge.
''orry.' He chuckled. ''an 'ot 'elp me'elf.'
'You have an elf?' Cas asked, 'Why didn't you get me one?'
'Ah… Home seems so boring now.' Michael laughed.
'Come live with us!' Dean said, only half joking.
'Okay!' Michael agreed.
'NO!' Cas yelped. 'He's more irritating than Gabriel!'
''ey!' Gabe mumbled.
'Gabe's right! No I'm not!'
'GUYS! WE'RE LATE FOR SCHOOL!' I noticed suddenly.
'GABE, CAS, SAMMY, BACKSEAT! I'M KEEPING MICHAEL!' Dean yelled, grinning.

NP. (DEAN)
Woo! I had a weapon against Gabriel! Yey!
'So… why did you actually come?' Sam asked Michael, leaning forward.
'Oh, yeah. To pass on a message, and meet my new half-Seraphim brothers. The message being that everyone upstairs knows about Dean and Sam and Destiel Jr., and they all love the idea, including Dad! My brother Nate so wants to meet Dean- he thinks he's hilarious!'
'Dude. Nate thinks everyone's hilarious.' Gabriel interrupted.
'Why are you able to speak?' I groaned, focusing my grace on the ball of piss-annoying angel dick on the backseat.
'I'm not stupid, Dean. Believe it or not, that spell only works for English. I'm speaking Enochian,
asshole. Wait. You can understand me?'
'No.' I murmured, hoping it was true. Coz damn, if I couldn't speak Enochian, I'd make him stop speaking English - that way I wouldn't have to listen to his useless drivel.
'Come on, guys. We have work to do.'

'Sammy. You're a nerd.'

NP. (CAS)
There was, officially, another dick added to our dysfunctional, perculiar, irritating family.
Great.
'How you doin', Dean?' Hunter laughed, collapsing down onto well-worn sofa beside us.
'Just peachy. Feel my fuzz.'
'Cas?'
'I'm good, Hunter, thanks.' I watched him curiously as he looked at Michael.
'M-…'He started.

'Who's this?' He asked, glancing away.
'Michael. My brother.' I replied, frowning.
He knew who Michael was.
I saw said Archangel stare at Hunter with obvious uncertainty.
He's a Nephilim, Michael thought to me. One of Raphael's.
Shit. I thought back.
My sentiments exactly. Has he hurt you or attempted to hurt you in any way?
No.
Then we shall let sleeping dogs lie. For now.
Yes, brother.
'Deano, I got you a can of soda. You too, Cas. Cream soda's your favourite, isn't it?' He asked me, and I nodded hesitantly. 'I hadn't counted on having an extra person… Michael, do you like Pepsi?' My brother nodded, though he obviously had no idea what Pepsi was.
'I shall save it for later.'
'Don't worry, Angel-face, it won't poison you.'
'Ha! Angel-face! I am so using that for- Hang on. What?'
'Oh, yeah. I know. Nice big shadows there Deano.'

NP. (DEAN)
Um… What?
'Thanks?' I murmured.
'Yeah, well done Michael. You guessed right. I'm a Nephil. My real name is Hael, angel of kindness.'
'… The others?' I rasped, slightly stunned.
'Joel is Jehoel- that one should've been easy! Angel of Presence. Duncan - Ventigo - is Vohamanah- Angel of Optimism.'
'…Alfie…Azrael… Angel of Death.' Michael whispered.
'That's right.'
'So…'
'Awkward…'
'Yeah…' I chuckled uneasily.
'…Dean?'
'Yeah, Cas?'
'Kiss me, ya idjit.'
'What the hell? But okay...'

HOW ARE THEY SO CALM?

WHAT THE HELL?
Lol.

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Jo x