✖ Dante ✖ Mission Thirteen: Graffiti
[It's been two days and the D&D are drunk. Again. Still. Whatever free time they had, they were seriously taking the definition of partying to a different level. If anything could be said about their current situation, it was clearly a portrayal of the hazards of bored drunken men. The feed turned on to a very shaky image of Dean leaning over what appeared to be a sleeping Castiel. His shirt was off and he had been moved on his stomach so that Dean had the angel's back as a canvas to his wonderful art. A very familiar voice was standing behind the camera's vision.]
You're gettin' a little shaky on the corner, Dean. There. That's better.
[Efforts continued, Dean was actually drawing an impressive set of angel wings on the guys back with a black sharpy. Eventually, Dante started getting creative himself and dropped off the recording device in order to draw a black mustache on the sleeping Castiel. He was chuckling like a mad man.]
Think he'll wake up?
[A chuckle.] Nope.
Good thing I left him a little reminder then, right? Can't wait to see his face.
[Clearly, heads will roll.]
You're gettin' a little shaky on the corner, Dean. There. That's better.
[Efforts continued, Dean was actually drawing an impressive set of angel wings on the guys back with a black sharpy. Eventually, Dante started getting creative himself and dropped off the recording device in order to draw a black mustache on the sleeping Castiel. He was chuckling like a mad man.]
Think he'll wake up?
[A chuckle.] Nope.
Good thing I left him a little reminder then, right? Can't wait to see his face.
[Clearly, heads will roll.]