[WHAT HEATHEN GOD HAS ORGIES WITH ANYTHING ELSE? Not this heathen god, that's for sure.
He's already surveying the bar, staking out the alcohol that's likely to create something ungodly sweet and probably vaguely girly. Gabe is very certain of his masculinity.]
I'm the definition of wrong. If Cas were still here, he'd fall over in a fit if he knew half the things I've done. [He looks her over.] ...Although, if he actually got along with you, someone must've yanked that stick out of his ass.
[Spam: I feel like somewhere a bunch of angels just DIED. Spontaneously.]
He's already surveying the bar, staking out the alcohol that's likely to create something ungodly sweet and probably vaguely girly. Gabe is very certain of his masculinity.]
I'm the definition of wrong. If Cas were still here, he'd fall over in a fit if he knew half the things I've done. [He looks her over.] ...Although, if he actually got along with you, someone must've yanked that stick out of his ass.