016 hunt [video]- accidental.
[The feed flickered on to show blood moving it's way slowly across the floor on which the faciliberry rested. Labored breathing could be heard as a sickening sound of tearing flesh could be heard. There was a guttural yell before the video panned out to show one blood soaked wing drooping limply as another wing slowly ripped it's way out of the already created hole in his back. Another pained yell shot from Deans mouth as he punched the desk he was currently gripping onto. It was evident the pain had made him fall from where he had been sitting at the desk. As the second wing drooped out and the blood dripped from his back. Dean leaned his head against the desk and chuckled darkly.]
Damn it...that it?
[Dean coughed up something that sounded like a thick liquid. He choked a moment before muttering something about 'Michael' & 'angels' under his breathe. Then his hand that held him to the desk slipped and Dean fell back onto the floor and into view. He looked worse for wear, having just spent the week not sleeping thanks to the pain. He grunted and tried to drag himself toward the faciliberry. His wing got caught and he grunted with clenched teeth at the pain.]
Shit. Fucking bitch.
[He gripped the communicator and pulled it closer]
This was not part of the meat suit deal jack ass.......Just because I said no to one son of a bitch you think this would be hilarious punishment.
[Blood shifted off his feathers as his white wings gave a shudder. Dean coughed again and held back whatever was gathering in his throat]
Alright-- fine, uncle.
[And with that Dean clicked off the feed before passing out on the floor himself]
[[ooc; Guess who didn't listen to all those warning about getting medical help BEFORE the wings rip out of you? Dean's was busy trying to make xmas gifts? --- Anyway, I'm still on a very deep and ugly slowatus because frankly, finals aren't over and I still have a 9 page essay to write. But I did promise I'd be back by today. ]]
Damn it...that it?
[Dean coughed up something that sounded like a thick liquid. He choked a moment before muttering something about 'Michael' & 'angels' under his breathe. Then his hand that held him to the desk slipped and Dean fell back onto the floor and into view. He looked worse for wear, having just spent the week not sleeping thanks to the pain. He grunted and tried to drag himself toward the faciliberry. His wing got caught and he grunted with clenched teeth at the pain.]
Shit. Fucking bitch.
[He gripped the communicator and pulled it closer]
This was not part of the meat suit deal jack ass.......Just because I said no to one son of a bitch you think this would be hilarious punishment.
[Blood shifted off his feathers as his white wings gave a shudder. Dean coughed again and held back whatever was gathering in his throat]
Alright-- fine, uncle.
[And with that Dean clicked off the feed before passing out on the floor himself]
[[ooc; Guess who didn't listen to all those warning about getting medical help BEFORE the wings rip out of you? Dean's was busy trying to make xmas gifts? --- Anyway, I'm still on a very deep and ugly slowatus because frankly, finals aren't over and I still have a 9 page essay to write. But I did promise I'd be back by today. ]]