“Anna and Jo and bringing some computer nerds, at around eight,” he said eventually, “gonna hit stage one like we said the last time.”
“Is your brother coming?” Gabe asked innocently.
“Y-yeah, he is,” Dean passed a sceptical eye over Gabe, “dude, you know he’s just a kid right? You start acting like Michael Jackson, and I’m gonna have to hurt you.”
“Not in this state you’re not,” Gabe laughed, and then he held up a finger and his face grew serious, “and MJ was only accused of that.”
“Not my point.”
“Chill, Winchester, I’m not some weirdo. He just reminds me of myself at that age.”
“I doubt that, unless someone dropped a brick on your head between then and now.”
“What’re you trying to say?”
“That he’s a smart kid.”
“And I’m not?”
“Nope.”
Dean and Gabe shared a look for a moment and then both began to laugh.