"You are a little dirty. Don't make it sound like a bad thing, Deano. Nothing wrong with taking the less traveled path. Not everyone can be a virginal flower, or whatever." What? Gabriel wasn't always looking, but some people just thought really damned loudly. And some people prayed louder yet.
"Other guys?" He asked, not bothering to trail after Dean as the guy looked around so much as hover vaguely nearby and pretend to straighten something on a shelf that didn't need straightening. "You mean my brothers." He paused, narrowed his eyes at Dean, who wasn't really all that subtle. "Or just Castiel? He was a bit on the ecstatic side." Also fucking crazy broken, which Gabriel -- had opinions about. Opinions he wasn't sure he was ready to voice.
"What flavor marshmallows?" He pointed vaguely past the popcorn to little colored cellophane bags. Those had actually been there to begin with. "Vanilla's boring. Get the strawberry ones. Or peanut butter. You haven't lived til you've made a s'more with those, buddy."