THE TRIFORCE OF AWESOME... have encountered a technical hitch u.u [CLOSED]
Who: Dean Winchester 100deaths_a_day; ; Dante albinoidiot ; Castiel to_rebel
What: THE AFTERMATH OF THE MOST HARDCORE GAME OF PING PONG KNOWN TO MAN DEMONKIND HEAVEN ANYONE.
Where: Dean's room - Floor 1; Capsule A; Alpha Tower
When: 06/02
/Warning: MOUTH (ESPECIALLY WHEN DANTE PUTS HIS TWO CENTS IN); BLOOD; SIZZLED DEMON FLESH; PURE AWESOME which may melt eyes more effectively than an angels true form
Status: Incomplete~
After the disasterous game of ping pong, Dean had carried Cas to his room, with Dante following behind. The event had all kind of fallen like dominoes.
Dean... this was his fault Cas was in this position (and therefore Dante in his). Hell, if he hadn't pushed the damned paddle at Castiel, the angel probably wouldn't have even attempted it. Not until he was better, if he had that strange desire to play that game. Cas usually had more sense then that. He was going to kick his ass about his sense of pride, too.
Maybe get him a beer or two afterwards.
Maybe.
Dean kicked his bedroom door open, and still supporting Cas, pulled the bedclothes off. He'd soak them down and see if he could ease the sizzling on Dante any -which he doubted- once he'd sorted Cas. He lay the angel on the sheet that was left on there, and cleaned him up a little with a clean shirt from the draw. He knew Cas would hate the fussing but, hell, he didn't really give a crap.
Once the angel was cleaned up a little, he merely said "you, in there, and stay." to Dante, as he grabbed his tp bedsheet that he threw on the floor, and disappeared from the room. He returned not a minute later, it wasn't soaked... but wet enough. He thrust it at Dante, before going back over to Cas's side. He looked at Dante once he'd set himself up next to his bedside.
"Questions. You've got them, I'll answer them. To the best of my ability. And you will not. tell. Vergil. I need to hear that." He then looked down at the angel. "Cas... If you've got any, I'll try, too... but you've gotta try and rest for a while, too. You're not..." He sighed. you fell for him, and now he'd got you in a shitload of trouble. "Give your vessle a chance to catch up."
What: THE AFTERMATH OF THE MOST HARDCORE GAME OF PING PONG KNOWN TO MAN DEMONKIND HEAVEN ANYONE.
Where: Dean's room - Floor 1; Capsule A; Alpha Tower
When: 06/02
/Warning: MOUTH (ESPECIALLY WHEN DANTE PUTS HIS TWO CENTS IN); BLOOD; SIZZLED DEMON FLESH; PURE AWESOME which may melt eyes more effectively than an angels true form
Status: Incomplete~
After the disasterous game of ping pong, Dean had carried Cas to his room, with Dante following behind. The event had all kind of fallen like dominoes.
Dean... this was his fault Cas was in this position (and therefore Dante in his). Hell, if he hadn't pushed the damned paddle at Castiel, the angel probably wouldn't have even attempted it. Not until he was better, if he had that strange desire to play that game. Cas usually had more sense then that. He was going to kick his ass about his sense of pride, too.
Maybe get him a beer or two afterwards.
Maybe.
Dean kicked his bedroom door open, and still supporting Cas, pulled the bedclothes off. He'd soak them down and see if he could ease the sizzling on Dante any -which he doubted- once he'd sorted Cas. He lay the angel on the sheet that was left on there, and cleaned him up a little with a clean shirt from the draw. He knew Cas would hate the fussing but, hell, he didn't really give a crap.
Once the angel was cleaned up a little, he merely said "you, in there, and stay." to Dante, as he grabbed his tp bedsheet that he threw on the floor, and disappeared from the room. He returned not a minute later, it wasn't soaked... but wet enough. He thrust it at Dante, before going back over to Cas's side. He looked at Dante once he'd set himself up next to his bedside.
"Questions. You've got them, I'll answer them. To the best of my ability. And you will not. tell. Vergil. I need to hear that." He then looked down at the angel. "Cas... If you've got any, I'll try, too... but you've gotta try and rest for a while, too. You're not..." He sighed. you fell for him, and now he'd got you in a shitload of trouble. "Give your vessle a chance to catch up."