#i have no idea if you're into sabriel but ik some people are lmfao

[connorswhisk]

dean & gabriel / prompt 11 (the snowbal one)

"Don't you dare throw that snowba - goddammit!"

Gabriel is the worst. Dean would rather be outside with an honest-to-Chuck wendigo than with Gabriel, and that's saying a lot. The fucker's been MIA since they stepped out of the bunker to enjoy the fresh-fallen snow, and of course, it was only a matter of time before he made his attack.

Dean seethes as he shakes the slush off of him. "Gabe," he says through gritted teeth. "You just signed your goddamn death sentence, man."

"Oh, no," Gabriel says, sarcastic and sing-song. "Whatever will I do?"

Dean scoops some snow up from the ground and packs it into a hastily-made lump of a projectile. He misses by a good foot and a half.

The grin Gabriel gives him can only be described as shit-eating; Dean wants to wipe that off his mug real quick.

Seriously, what does Sammy see in this guy? At least Dean's angel is, like, not a total pain to be around...

"I know what you're thinking," Gabriel says. "And trust me, I'm way more fun than my brother."

"In your dreams," Dean fires back, because no freakin' way. "Speaking of, where is Cas?"

Gabriel hums. "Probably throwing snowballs at Sam as we speak."

A sudden yelp from the other side of the bunker confirms this; Gabriel cackles.

"All right," Dean says. "All right, fine. When Sam and I team up, you two are totally screwed."

"Oh, I'd like to see you try," Gabriel says, nonchalantly, and oh yeah.

Dean's gonna fucking try.