In the face of the monster, be more than part of it*

[bending_sickle]

Fighting or Becoming the Monster: The Evolution of Sam
Note: This was written before watching 6x06 and in a complete spoiler vacuuum. Let's keep it that way, meaning anything after 6x06 - previews, set photos, rumours, casting calls, episode titles or descriptions - is something I don't want to know about. Anything up to episode 6x06 is alright

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[seschat]

I felt guilty for breaking your layout, so I resized the image to be able to spam carefree. ;p

[bending_sickle]

*must resist urge to insert this into Nano*

[seschat]

*snorfles* Now that you said it, you have to! Write me a prank!drabble when you have to whip up some words? ♥

[bending_sickle]

I accept your challenge! ♥

"Cas?" Dean stared at the angel in disbelief. "What the hell?"

"I needed transportation."

"You couldn't find a car?"

"The terrain was too rough. I thought a quadruped would be best in the circumstances."

"Because quadruped beats a four-by-four?"

"Yes." Castiel nudged his mount closer to Dean.

"Whoah, dude! That thing smells like a butcher shop! Is it- Cas, you are not bringing in a Croat' horse into my camp."

"It's not infected with the Croatoan virus, Dean. It's Death's horse."

Dean eyed the putrescent stallion for a while. "It's dead."

"Yes."

"You're riding a zombie horse?"

Castiel slid off the horse and patted its neck thoughtfully. "It's still quit fast, although I think it lost its tail shorty after breaking into a gallop."

There was something else bothering Dean about the animal. Something that would've been more glaringly distressing had it not been for the whole "rotting flesh" bit.

"It's got a crowbar stuck in its head."

"I told Chip it was harmless, but he wasn't convinced." Castiel reached into his coat pocket. "Here," he said, offering Dean a rusted sickle. "It's also Death's."

"What, you just-"

"And this," added Castiel, digging into his other pocket. "His staff. And I also managed to steal these tools from a hardware store. Chuck was complaining about faulty wiring."

"Wow, Cas, you're..."

"A thief, I know. A highwayman." The angel hung his head. "A pirate."

"A freakin' ninja, that's what," explaimed Dean. "Getting these things off of Death? That's some serious shuriken-level skills."