gabe gross

What she says: “I’m Fine.

What she means: “OH MY FUCKING CHUCK! SAMMY!!!!! SAMMMMMMMMMM!!!!! MY POOR MOOSE! HOW COULD THEY DO THAT TO YOU?!?!?! SAMMMMMY!!! CAS, CHUCK WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?!?!?!? GET YOUR FEATHERY ASSBUTTS DOWN HERE AND SAVE SAMMY!!! SAMMMYYYYY!!! LUCI, DOWN BOY! KEEP YOUR PERFECT HANDS OFF OF HIM! SAM BABY!!! CROWLEY WTF?! DO SOMETHING!!! SAMMMMMMMMM!!! DAMMIT!! THIS IS ALL ROWENA’S FAULT! SHE JUST WANTS LUCI! SAMMY!!! AMARA! DON’T YOU EVER TOUCH DEAN EVER AGAIN! IF YOU FUDGING TOUCH HIM AGAIN, I’LL FUDGING KILL YOU!!! SAM!!! OH MY GOD DEAN!!!! SAMMY!!! MY POOR MOOSE! DON’T CRY!!! DEAN WILL SAVE YOU! OH GOD, DEAN! DEAAAAAAN!!! SAMMY!!! DEAN WILL WIPE AWAY THOSE MOOSE TEARS! AND THAT PROMO LOOKED AMAZING BUT WHERE THE FUCK IS SAM AND DEAN?!?! WHY IS LUCI SANTA?!?! WHAT’S HAPPENING?!?! WAS GABE BEHIND THIS?!?!? I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS!!! SAAAAAAMMMMMMMMMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!” *GROSS SOBBING*

Cont. from [x] ‘cuz I’m trash

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He didn’t flinch from the hand, but did cringe
at the feel of it. Gross. What a messy hobby.
Gabriel had, admittedly, expected it. No one
had a job like Sebastian did, pushed drugs,
and was content with just that.

Honestly, though, Gabriel hadn’t expected it to
this degree. None too politely, he brushed the
hand away and wrinkled his nose some at the
damp feel of it.

“Is that a legit question or some subtle threat?
 I can never tell with you, man.” Sebastian looked
pretty, well, nuts. Gabriel was torn between the urge
to provoke him and the urge to conduct in some
minor self-preservation until he could weigh in on
just how far he could go with the man when he was in
such a volatile state.

“I think you’re a fuckin’ horrible painter and
 that red is only kind of your color.” he smudged
 some of the blood across the man’s jaw and shook
 his head. “I won’t do anything unless I feel like I have
 to. Even then. Who knows?”