✖ Dante ✖ Mission Thirteen: Graffiti

[albinoidiot]

[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

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[100deaths_a_day]

[Cas is going to kill them. Both of them. But you especially, as you felt the need to write your name. he would be laughing, but he's so focused right now.]

I should have been an artist. You know... If I hadn't been a hunter.

[or maybe he wouldn't be such a good drawer if it wasn't for years of drawing sigils and devils traps. He's not sure.]

.......have we got anything we can use as a halo?

[albinoidiot]

We can go to Wal-Mart or whatever the hell that superstore is called and get some stuff to make them.

[He's very proud of his mustache.]

We should put him in a robe.

[100deaths_a_day]

We should put him in a dress. AND FIND A HARP [X3]

You know what? screw the harp, we can just like.... draw one on smething and give it to him. The harp will be too much hassle to find. unless... They sell it in the store? That or a trumpet.

[albinoidiot]

I like your thinkin'.

That's not a bad idea. We could clib it to hia hand or somethin'. We need a halo, though! He can't be an angel without a damned halo.

[100deaths_a_day]

We do need a halo.

There'll be somthing we can use.

[albinoidiot]

Maybe try out that pseudo Wal-Mart?

[100deaths_a_day]

That sounds awesome, let's do it!

[albinoidiot]

We can get some pie!

[100deaths_a_day]

And some beer!

[albinoidiot]

It's like you're in my head, man. Get out of my head!

[100deaths_a_day]

I'm not in your head. That's what demons and angels and psychics do... not me. [Yeah... you should probably leave the beer behind]

[albinoidiot]

Guess that's a good thing. My head ain't right.

[100deaths_a_day]

[He chuckles. You honestly think his is better?] That, and the fact that a man's head is a private place.

[albinoidiot]

It ain't that private, at least, I don't mind people bein' in my head. I could use a warning.

[100deaths_a_day]

No, it's freaky shit. My head is my place.

[albinoidiot]

And my head is my space. [Chuckles.] Myspace. That makes so much sense now.