[And without preamble, fanfare, or the accompanying trumpet solo, Gabriel materializes in the dream, looking like this is the last place he wanted to be right now. He looks at Mary, he looks at Raphael and Castiel, he notes what this looks like, and then he sighs in a manner of one on his last fuck to give.]
Really? Boys, you're both pretty, but she's married.
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Really? Boys, you're both pretty, but she's married.