ûndecimus; [visual]; curse you sudden but inevitable betrayal
You know whose wrath you don't want to incur? The wrath of a hungover currently-ex-angel. Castiel is not happy, and for the love of all that is holy, he feels like he's just had his head cleaved open. And he woke up in the back of the Impala, which is extremely uncomfortable.
Cas has managed to get out of the car without vomiting. Now he just needs the sunlight to stop trying to burn his retinas and to quite possibly throw Dean Winchester off the nearest bridge.
He gets the tablet to work, but it isn't facing him. It's at a weird angle, and the back wheel of the Impala as well as the backside is visible.
"Dean Winchester." Hooo yes, he sounds ill, but he also sounds a couple degrees off of furious.
Cas has managed to get out of the car without vomiting. Now he just needs the sunlight to stop trying to burn his retinas and to quite possibly throw Dean Winchester off the nearest bridge.
He gets the tablet to work, but it isn't facing him. It's at a weird angle, and the back wheel of the Impala as well as the backside is visible.
"Dean Winchester." Hooo yes, he sounds ill, but he also sounds a couple degrees off of furious.