Crowley’s is one of ‘em.
Damn. You are one handsome man.
So this made little to no sense. Pretty much like practically everything else in his life, so Dean wasn’t really sure when he was going to stop being so surprised. Probably when angels stopped being douchebags or whatever. “Hang on a sec,” he said, eyes narrowing at the familiar archangel. “What the fuck?”
Ah, Dean. Master of eloquence and charm.
Regardless, his confusion was adamant and wouldn’t be swayed by any Winchester logic — maybe it was a demon playing tricks on him, or a shifter, or maybe Gabriel had been a complete asshat and just decided to fake his death because he was a master at hiding.
Actually, now that Dean thought about it, that was probably the most likely scenario.
What a clever little bastard.
i don’t take it anyone lives in the austin, texas area and is looking for a place to live, huh?