[Lucifer stays there, welcoming the contact--something he doesn't do often--and he threads his fingers through Gabriel's hair.]
I don't really care what Chuck does, but if it somehow gets him killed, I hope it's slow and that he dies screaming. If not for Michael, I would have fed him through a meat grinder and handed him out to the city's stray dogs. That's where he stands with me.
...But if you can't seem to write me off yet, who am I to shake off you or Michael...? [A whisper of a smile. You win this round, Gabriel.]
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I don't really care what Chuck does, but if it somehow gets him killed, I hope it's slow and that he dies screaming. If not for Michael, I would have fed him through a meat grinder and handed him out to the city's stray dogs. That's where he stands with me.
...But if you can't seem to write me off yet, who am I to shake off you or Michael...? [A whisper of a smile. You win this round, Gabriel.]