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[uberboned]

[There's a long pause before Gabe actually speaks, because he wants everyone to hear the DULCET STRAINS OF 70'S DISCO BLARING FROM SOMEWHERE IN HIS ROOM. When he speaks over it, he kinda has the tone of a man at the end of his rope. Pay attention, children. This doesn't happen often.]

Someone on this boat  thinks they're a comedian and it's not me.

Dean, do I need to kill you 500 more times?

[NO, DEAN. HE DOESN'T KNOW IT WAS YOU, BUT WHO ELSE WOULD STICK SOMETHING WITH LYRICS LIKE "BURN, BABY, BURN" IN HIS ROOM. :|]

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he LIES.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

I didn't do it. I don't like that crappy music.

YOUR PANTS. THEY ARE INCENDIARY, MY FRIEND.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gee, Dean, thanks for the insight into your musical tastes. I'll log that away somewhere safe.

You mean to tell me that you'd never betray your mullet rock heritage just for the sake of getting on my nerves?

WHAT? NU-UH. I don't see any telephone wires either.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Nope. I'd never betray my 'mullet rock heritage.'

But... you did have that coming to you.

LINEFACE, DEAN. LINEFACE.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Really? 'Cause I thought after the cornering me in holy fire fiasco, we were pretty much square, kid.

MUAHAH.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

What? Is Gabwiel upset over a wittle music?

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

No. I have a secret, burning desire to be John Travolta, but don't tell anyone, because it's my deep, dark shameful secret.

It's playing on a loop. And it can't be stopped. Heck, I don't even know where it's comin' from.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Wish I could help... but I dunno how it got there to begin with.

SUSPICIOUS GABE IS SUSPICIOUS

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Oh really? So if I popped into your room right now, I wouldn't be able to tell you're lying?

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Go ahead and try it, but my room is angel proofed, chuckles. And I have holy oil... it's all up to you.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Son of a bitch. It's like you don't trust me, Deano.

Also, you have to leave sometime.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

I'm not the only one smart enough to pull that off.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

'Course not. You're just the only one with motive and understanding of the ironic lyrics.

Castiel left the oven on back at his place or something and even if he hadn't, he ain't that smart. Sammy's too much of a stick in the mud, and like Alastair would go anywhere near my room.

All signs point toooo....

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

Awful.

Voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Gee. No kiddin'. Got anything constructive to add, Captain Obvious?

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Sorry, wasn't me, might try the guy with the psychic hotline or y'know Loki himself. He didn't seem to like the fact that you were taking his trickster god mojo.

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

Nothing other than that you should keep that foulness to yourself the next time around.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS THE PART WHERE GABE'S VOICE GETS THAT "SACCHARINE, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO HURT YOU IN TEN SECONDS" TONE. FEAR.]

Okay. Whatever you say, Dean.

Voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Hey, someone's setting me up here, pal. I don't play disco over the airwaves for the heck of it.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

...Remember WHY I got demoted in the first place, dude.

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

[THIS IS INNOCENCE PERSONIFIED.]

What? I didn't say anything.

[possemagnet.livejournal.com]

Dammit...

[Transmission clicks off.]

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

I am sure the perpetrator is trying to strike a nerve in you; try not to be so easily moved.

Voice; GRUMPY ARCHANGEL IS GRUMPY. :|

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Wow. You're just a bundle of insight, aren'tcha? You hear that sound? That's a rainbow appearing over my head, tellin' me knowing is half the battle.

Voice;

[blackhanded.livejournal.com]

Smart, aren't you?

Voice;

[painhumbles.livejournal.com]

Regular genius, asshole.