#lipsoflilibeth

Gabriel leaned on the counter. That was a busy day. He greeted his customers with a smile. "Hello, how can I help you?"

[ooc; YESHIES YESH IT IS. 

He was taking after Dean? Why was there a, ‘oh crap,’ moment in his head? Sure he loved his brother, cared about him but didn’t wanna take after him, though he knew after you spent so much time with someone it was bound to happen even a little bit.  A playful roll of the eyes followed her words, before he nodded at what she next said about the growing on the name, “…… how about— if anyone else calls me it, I ignore them.. but I’ll.. I guess let you call me that?” Cause he just had a feeling Lilibeth wasn’t going to give up on the nickname any time soon, just like Dean probably wouldn’t stop with the Sammy either. 

“Now I really think you mean Dean,” Sarcastic ass was his job, that and flirting with anything with two legs and a pulse.

He gave a nod, and light smile, and took a soda from her, opening the cap off, and taking a sip.  ”And I prefer Sassy Sammy over Mr. Sass.” Though Sam would prefer… well just Sam over any of those. 

“Uhhhhhhhhh, yeah… sure I am.” Really all he ever did was read books, old ones, new ones, any with any possible information that could be even the tiniest bit valuable to any current or future hunts his dad or brother went on— seeing as how he was ‘still too young’ even though Dean what? Hunted a freaking werewolf with their dad when he was his age.  Basically, Sam was being babied.  

“…….. if I’m sassy what’s that make Dean?”