Those guys are either gonna dust you or use you as bait.

[Murphy lets out a snarl that sounds like a broken wind-up toy and dives between the two of them, her paws on Gabriel (one of them in his eye) and her teeth turned Harry's direction. The snarl is clear in her voice--and entirely intimidating.]

That's enough, both of you! What's the matter with you two?

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[GWRRRR. She glares at him and paces back and forth in front of the door, trying to smother her limp, before giving an annoyed yip and digging at the ground again.]

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[Gabriel flails at both HEAD IN HARRY'S MOUTH AND PAW IN HIS EYE and tries to shoulder Harry onto his back. He lets go of Harry's neck and jerks away from Murphy... And it's really hard to headbutt someone when you're practically trying to headbutt their throat.... From the inside.]

He drew first blood!

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[Gabriel turns around to face her and then flops on his back, his paws in the air. He looks more like a lazy dog than a... Fierce predatory creature.]

[In sing-song] Say it.

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[She glares at him before pacing in a three-legged circle and snapping her tineh goggeh mouth shut on Gabriel's tail. YANK.]

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*Harry eventually spits out Gabriel's head when Murphy gets between them, but it takes a bit of effort.

He snuffs in annoyance and backs away just enough to scratch his ear without hitting either of them.*

He hit me first.

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[AGAIN WITH THE BITING. Gabriel rolls back over onto his feet and turns around and around a few times, trying to dislodge Murphy from his tail.]

I gotta ask. Does Tony have this many teethmarks right now or am I just special?

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im nmoty as rtasbbit

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[If Cas had his old form he'd be glaring at you right now.]

Do they all require transformations of some sort?

...I'm glad you find this so amusing Gabriel. For a moment I thought this was your doing.

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It varies. Sometimes they just make you act like a complete idiot, which really ain't much of a change for some of these bozos.

[Gabriel snorts and scratches his ear with his hindleg.] Please. Part of the deal, bro. I keep my mojo to myself- most of the time. I don't plan on seeing what it's like on the other side of the line.

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I suppose with so many people that's to be expected.

[A considering stare.] Perhaps death has matured you Gabriel. Or maybe it's the fear of the afterlife?

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[Gabriel has learned one thing about this form. It doesn't hide emotions well, which means.... You get a growling, bristly coyote baring its teeth at the camera, all of a sudden. YEAH, YOU HIT A NERVE. WITH A SLEDGEHAMMER.]

Great insight, Dr. Freud. Here's an idea... Next time you have a thought about me- y'know, any thought? Let it go.

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[He tilts his head and gives what might have been a look of confusion had it been on a human face. As usual he doesn't get the reference.]

Who is Dr. Freud?

I see no reason to keep my thoughts to myself when I am asking a legitimate question.

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[This face? This is the face of a coyote that would facepalm if it could. His hackles are still up, though. HE'S ALLOWED TO BE TACTLESS. OTHER PEOPLE ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE TACTLESS TO HIM. It's a thing.]

You know that little voice that tells you to quit when you're ahead, Castiel? You don't have one. But here's something I know you'll understand, so get the trout out of your little feathery head and listen up.

[He leans closer to the camera.]

If you don't wanna end up in another room with no doors, I'd drop the whole subject of me and the "d" word. Capiche?

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