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Hiatus

Until further notice. I don't know what to do with Angel Dean. Seems pretty useless to keep him, really.

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Dean nodded at Castiel, looking at the angel. "I appreciate that, Cas."

Is this...normal? | Dean & Castiel

"I guess..I mean I have to get over the whole flying thing eventually.."

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It wasn't that Dean didn't like motorcycles, he had no problem with them. He just preferred cars, preferably the classics. He saw the thumbs up from Castiel and gave a small nod before setting off in the direction of the chimera. Dean chuckled to himself when he realized he was an angel driving a car rather than flying. He was still getting over his fear and flying long distances wigged him out.

I Don't Believe in God | Closed

"Careful, you get too close and I just might bite your nose off." He clicked his teeth at him, holding his gaze and releasing a sigh when he moved back. Pushing away from the counter, Castiel walked past Dean, waving away his words as he did. "Don’t worry. I won’t die on ya, Disney. Wouldn’t want you to cry over me and all that." Chuckling as he stepped into his bedroom, he grabbed a backpack and proceeded to stuff clothes and a couple books into it. Dashing into the bathroom, he grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste and stuffed them in there as well. After he was satisfied with what he’d grabbed, he slung the backpack over his shoulder and walked out of his bedroom, grabbing his motorcycle keys, aviator glasses, and leather jacket on the way. "Let’s go."

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Dean’s Face.

Sam’s Face.

Castiel’s Face.

The head lift.

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Anyone want Angel Dean while I'm here?

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Dean rolled his eyes as he watched Castiel grab his motorcycle jacket and aviators. "Cute. Just...follow me in the car." He walked out to his car, checking his trunk for the weapons they needed before sliding into his driver's seat and started his car. He checked his rear view mirror for Castiel, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited.

I Don't Believe in God | Closed

"Oh please, do take charge more often, Disney. It positively gives me chills.” Castiel replied, his voice dripping sarcasm and his eyes holding a challenge. Though, whether or not he meant it, he’d let the angel puzzle out for himself. Turning his head, he glared at the cup in the sink, glad to see it wasn’t broken. “You better be careful with my stuff, angel boy. That’s my favorite coffee cup.” Looking back at him, he quirked a wry smile, feeling oddly brave when confronted with a rather ticked off angel. “Fine. I’ll learn how to do it. Now. You gonna back up or are you planning on getting closer?”

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"I guess..I mean I have to get over the whole flying thing eventually.."

Is this...normal? | Dean & Castiel

He looked down at the floor, shuffling his feet before catching a glimpse of his wing. “What kind of angel doesn’t fly? I mean sure, I won’t get flabby but…it wouldn’t feel right.”

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He looked down at the floor, shuffling his feet before catching a glimpse of his wing. "What kind of angel doesn't fly? I mean sure, I won't get flabby but...it wouldn't feel right."

Is this...normal? | Dean & Castiel

Dean looked at Castiel. “Yeah but how am I supposed to, ya know, be an angel if I don’t fly?”

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He took a step forward, practically touching his nose to Castiel's. "I can get plenty close, Cas." Dean stayed there, holding the man's gaze as he thought of what to say. "Just try your hardest not to get killed on this? I may be an angel, but I'm not your personal Red Cross or guardian angel." Dean backed up and sauntered over towards the door to lean on the frame. "I do usually have other things to tend to." He cleared his throat. "Hurry up and get ready, buttercup. We don't have all day."

I Don't Believe in God | Closed

"Wait. A chimera? Like the one from Greek Mythology? No. No." He raised his hands in front of himself like he was warding off an attack and shook his head again, disbelief stamped on his face. "I don’t think so. If I remember my mythology correctly, it was hard enough to kill the first time." Picking his coffee up he took another drank and sighed, adding softly, "Besides, I’ve never done anything like this before. Getting rejected by pretty people and laughed at, I can do. Hunting an already hard to kill mythological creature without having done anything like this before, that’s a different story."

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Dean looked at Castiel. "Yeah but how am I supposed to, ya know, be an angel if I don't fly?"

Is this...normal? | Dean & Castiel

He made a face, turning his gaze to the floor. “I don’t like flying..”

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He made a face, turning his gaze to the floor. "I don't like flying.."

Is this...normal? | Dean & Castiel

Dean sighed softly, nodding his understanding. “So, since I have these wings..that means I have to fly?”

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Dean growled, stepping towards Castiel and pinning him against the counter. "You don't seem to get it, Castiel." He practically spat out the man's name as he grabbed the coffee cup out of his hand and tossed it in the sink. "You are going to do this, with my help. I can get you what you need to kill this thing but you are the one that needs to kill it. You think I had any idea what I was doing when I killed my first monster? You learn how to do this, Cas."

I Don't Believe in God | Closed

Turning the coffee pot off, Castiel turned around and leaned back against the counter, not seeming to care that his still slightly wet hair was dripping water onto his shoulders and down his back onto the counter top. “I don’t even know what ‘it’ is, Disney. All you told me was that I’m basically being forced into a mission for God that involves me hunting monsters or something.” Shaking his head he took another sip of his coffee, finding it to have cooled enough that he could take an actual drink now. Setting his cup down he asked, “What exactly is it and what am I supposed to do?”

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He sighed. "It's a monster, Chimera to be exact. I could conceivably take care of it but this isn't about or for me. God wants you to do it. You're supposed to kill it before it kills more innocent people."

I Don't Believe in God | Closed

"Mm." Closing the door when he reached the bathroom, he took care of his business and washed his hands, turning on the shower afterwards and gingerly moving to stand under the tepid water. The water quickly grew cold as he scrubbed at his body and washed his hair, practically jumping out when the water turned ice cold.

"GOD DAMMIT!" He growled out, shivering as he dried himself off and threw on his clothes. "Well, at least I’m clean and decently awake now." Running a hand through his hair as he walked out of the bathroom, he threw his dirty clothes in a corner of his bedroom and went into the kitchen to retrieve his now done coffee. "So what’s the plan?" He asked, looking back at the angel as he poured his coffee and took a cautious sip.

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Dean sighed softly, nodding his understanding. "So, since I have these wings..that means I have to fly?"

Is this...normal? | Dean & Castiel

He stretched as he was moved out of Castiel’s lap, teetering off the edge of the couch. “Whoa. These things weigh more than I thought.”

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Dean sipped his own coffee, not because he needed it but because he wanted it. Angel or not, he loved coffee in the morning. "We have to hunt it down and kill it. Sounds pretty easy but this thing is pretty damn crafty. What a great way to start, eh?"

I Don't Believe in God | Closed

He was rummaging around in his kitchen, shuffling slowly as he put together coffee and clicked the machine on. Upon turning around he jumped in surprise, not expecting to see the angel standing there with a cup of coffee. “Don’t you know how to knock, or call or something?” Castiel muttered as he scrubbed at his face and moved past him towards the bathroom, wanting to at least splash some water on his face.

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Dean chuckled, watching Susan clean up and following suit himself. He stood up, walking over to Susan and pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Back we go, then?"

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He hummed softly, nipping at her skin. “Just imagine what I can do to you once we’re back at my hut, my hands roaming all over that gorgeous soft skin of yours.”