Dean has a habit of saying, “Bite me.” In my fic, he says it to Gabriel quite often. Because Gabriel sasses him all the time. First time he hears it, Gabe’s like, “Hmm. Feel like I’ve heard that phrase from you before.” Second time, Gabe’s like, “There it is again. It’s like a fetish for you.” And each time after that, Gabriel’s patience for the phrase shrinks just a little more.
I’m waiting for the time Dean goes, “Bite me, Gabriel,” and Gabe just thinks, “Alright, fucker,” and bites him. Just grabs his hand and chomps and Dean’s screaming because there’s an annoyed Archangel latched onto his arm.
Gary: “Eeeeehhhhhhh…. I dont really know if I have one. At least I dont really remember. As long as I actually can remember nobody has stuck out in my mind as the big crush. There are maybe some small crushes I have though like the one with the pink hair or the piranha plant lady or even that big chomp~ BUT IF YOU TELL ANYBODY ILL BITE YA! Its not like theyll have me anyways”
You know, that one that talks like Donald Duck? Haha, while I adore this little shit- Because let’s face it. Anything that bites and doesn’t let go, then jumps up and celebrates by dancing like Snoopy is a little shit. I fear it’s lost a bit of it’s charm in “dot form”. What do you think?
Your stomach revolted at the thought of another greasy hamburger, a queasy feeling spreading through your stomach at the smell, so you took Sam up on his offer to drop Dean off at the motel and go grab something fresh and green.
“Sorry, babe,” you said, kissing Dean quickly before leaving him alone. “I’ve just eaten way too many of those over the last three months. My body needs some real food.”