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His brow arched.

Do I look like I work at Pizza Hut, Gaby?

Oh come Dean, you're out. pick one up on your way back. Please?

He sighed a tiny bit, grumbling under his breath.

Fine, fine. I get to choose the toppings than you little...brat.

Long as there's not icky fish? I don't care what's on it. and mountain dew. please. I beg you.

I did get some information about that house you and Sam were looking at though *seems mildly pleased with herself.*

Gaby you act like I'm a freaking torture mastermind or something. And no...you're getting Diet Coke. Suffer.

His brow perked a bit with interest. That so? You choose the one that had the room you called?

How bout coffee instead? Monster? Something? You know I hate Diet crap. I'm already a twig.

*she grinned* Mhm! I did. And made out with one of the boys and got some information

Damn. No. I'm trying to cut that but it's not working I fell back to 7/11 with my black coffee. Plus I don't know how to pronounce the frappy whatever crap you and Sammy like to order. And there's Mountain Dew in the little motel fridge take that.

He laughed a bit before his smile faded. I really hope you're joking about that.

I knew it was there, but I also knew it was yours and I didn't touch it. And I gave up Frappa's thank you. I like my coffee black and strong now.

*shakes her head* Nope. We needed information. It was perfect. Bat my eyelashes , unbutton my top a few buttons and he was eating out of the palm of my hand.

And just when I think I couldn't control at least one of you crazy kids you go and surprise me with that. Good girl. Make sure Sam doesn't touch it. If he does? You have my permission to use the taser. He smirked a bit before grinning. Good job! Now we have to put Sammy through rehab.

...Gabriella. We don't need those little dicks thinking you're going to be the neighborhood whore.

What can I say, you are in fact the older, wiser brother who has taught me the errors of my ways. *grins*

Dean.. They won't. He knows better then to breathe a word of it.

That's what your older, wiser brother likes to hear. Just don't tell the other one that. He gets butt hurt that you show favoritism. smirks

You sure? Because if I have little brats throwing rocks at my windows I'm going out with a shotgun.

*smirks* I love you both the same. *rolls her eyes*

Yes, I'm sure. He's ...satisfied. He got what he wanted so everything's okay. He doesn't talk to anyone anyway.