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*
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?”