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How to care: Pie. Beer. Car. Toast. Monkey. Sword. Gun. Fireplace. Poker table. Earphones. Balance beam. Shower curtain. Pigs in a blanket. Rigorous testing. Evil empire. Water fountain.
“.......”
“.......”
“Why a damn monkey, balance beam, evil empire, and water fountain? I understand everything else.”
@askpsychocas ( lures with the plot of murder )
the carpet is stained. THICK, now a lake of dark red with its a moonlit sheen -- - dean had lost control. standing alone in the aftermath of RETRIBUTION. “ isn’t this what you wanted? “
SCREAMS
@askpsychocas ( continued from x. )
the touch, sends a burst of tiny vibrations in his skin -- - sensation spiraling up his ear and fanning a wave of warmth across his cheeks. he’s missed it, even if he’s hard pressed not to show it. and so leisurely, dean turns back to face cas; green staring up at him through the slow rise of dark lashes, hands tentatively coming to rest on each side of the other’s thighs. “ i forgot what day it was. “ his clarification is honest. earnest. maybe he’d been too tired lately - -- whatever. the truth was, dean really didn’t remember.
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This wasn’t working the way he wanted. Either that was the sarcasm that so often eluded his notice or Crowley was actually enjoying it. No matter which it wasn’t achieving the results he desired.
So he stopped spraying and instead hit Crowley rather forcefully over the head with the bottle of holy water. It had a cross drawn on it in permanent marker. This might not really lend an effect to any overall head damage but he thought it was somewhat poetic. @askpsychocas
Sometimes, Crowley was sure he lost a few brain cells when attempting to flirt with the angel. Others? He was positive the angel lost the brain cells. Or celestial fairy dust. However they functioned. It didn’t particularly-- oi!
Angelic force to the cranium wasn’t particularly pleasant, but hell if he was going to stop now. “Sticks and stones may breaks my bones, darling - but whips and chains excite me~.” A languid grin curled his lips, and the King of Hell gave Castiel a wink.
*Sprays with holy water* Bad.
“Cas~. Call me ‘bad boy’ and I may just keep you on a leash~.”
The burn was oh-so pleasant~.
