ûndecimus; [visual]; curse you sudden but inevitable betrayal

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

You know whose wrath you don't want to incur? The wrath of a hungover currently-ex-angel. Castiel is not happy, and for the love of all that is holy, he feels like he's just had his head cleaved open. And he woke up in the back of the Impala, which is extremely uncomfortable.

Cas has managed to get out of the car without vomiting. Now he just needs the sunlight to stop trying to burn his retinas and to quite possibly throw Dean Winchester off the nearest bridge.

He gets the tablet to work, but it isn't facing him. It's at a weird angle, and the back wheel of the Impala as well as the backside is visible.

"Dean Winchester." Hooo yes, he sounds ill, but he also sounds a couple degrees off of furious.

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Dean can't decide if he should be terrified or laughing his ass off. Instead, he answers innocently. Of course, the fact that he answered using the voice function probably says something about how brave he really is.]

Hey, Cas.

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

"Where are you." Yes, he even scared off the question mark.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

[Like he's really going to tell you, Cas. Dean likes living.] Somewhere. Why?

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

Well, there's one sure way he knows to get Dean out here. "There's vomit in your car."

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

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[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

WHAT. [Cue scrambling noises.]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

He would be amused if he weren't in danger of actually vomiting. So instead he waits and briefly entertains the thought that maybe Uriel wasn't that wrong in his dislike of humans. Briefly.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Dean had been sleeping off his hangover in the Sanctuary (don't ask why, he barely remembers why he was there in the first place) and he doesn't quite know where his car is, so it takes a while to get to where his baby is.

Once he gets there, though, he completely ignores Castiel and goes straight for his car, checking the interior.

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

Castiel watches him do this, staying where he is. There's no barf in the car, Dean. Just an agel over here who kind of wants to smite you.

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

Oh, right. The smiting. That's... not good. Dean can find no barf in his car, which is good, but also bad, because hey, Castiel is a sneaky bastard. A sneaky, pissed bastard.

Good thing he's still human.

Dean backs out of his car and then stands straight, folding his arms and glaring right back. Of course, there's a car separating them, so...