"I know you didn't come up with those names, Gabriel. Where did you get them from?" Sam asked, playing on his laptop. The archangel - who was sprawled out in the middle of the bed smirked.
"I was on the chat-rooms again."
"Hey! I love the fangirls! They have awesome ideas!"
Sam rolled his eyes; "so what are we?"
"Sabriel... And our fanfiction is scarily accurate."
"You read the stories?"
"Like I said, the fangirls have pretty good ideas! I'm actually going to put some in to action!"
"To help our brothers! It's not like our sex life needs spicing up!"
"Hmm, I know."
"I leave feedback sometimes. The spelling and grammar are usually fine, but they seem to make out I use my mojo to skip my favourite step! ...Well, second favourite."
The hunter's face flushed red; "you're telling the fangirls you like my fingers in you? ...You have an account?"
"Yes, and yes!" Gabriel said proudly; "I'm 'the-original-sam-licker', awesome, right?"
"No, actually. It's a little creepy."
"You love it."