THE TRIFORCE OF AWESOME... have encountered a technical hitch u.u [CLOSED]

[100deaths_a_day]

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

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[albinoidiot]

Following Dean was actually harder than it had looked. He had been around with several wounds before, most being incredibly worse than several specs of blood, but this was on a whole new caliber. The pain that surged through him from every little speck that had marked his skin was almost paralyzing. He had brushed off the blood but it had done nothing.

When they were finally in Dean's bedroom, he slumped against a far wall, heaving heavy breaths gritting his teeth trying not to make any sound. Showing pain was weakness after all, blue eyes just glared at the thing on the bed.

So that was the angel. Supposedly. Dean had mentioned there being an angel before but he didn't think it was going to be like this. Vergil and himself were right, this guy was nothing like they had imagined an angel to be like. He smelled like shit but he looked so human"Now, when you say vessel," He began through gritted teeth as he rubbed the wet cloth he had been handed over his wounds. It wasn't working very well, "do you mean that an angel possessed that

[to_rebel]

The ceiling was spinning, which meant that Castiel was definitely not going to stare at it. (Somewhere, deep in his mind, he was pretty sure that that didn't quite make sense. He also wasn't sure it mattered.) He swallowed hard, wincing at the taste of blood, and blinked wearily.

Oh. Right. He was on a bed. He... actually wasn't quite sure when that had happened. It was only dimly that he recalled Dean dragged him here and muttering something about kicking his ass. No need, Dean. Time travel had done that quite effectively already.

He grunted when he shifted, gaze meeting that glare from Dante. Ah. That needed addressed, didn't it? He got a hand under him and started trying to push himself to a sitting position.

He was not going to have this conversation laying down.

Of course, given how he was feeling, he might have to revise that opinion or not have this conversation at all.

[100deaths_a_day]

Dean looked over at Dante, after giving Cas the eye. Cas... definitely wasn't doing well. He starts contemplating wether he'll have to strap him down for a few days to get him to rest. Probably, knowing Cas.

"It works a little differently to demonic possesion, but yes. Castiel is wearing Jimmy's meatsuit to the prom." He remembered the hassle that they'd had when Jimmy got his body back for a while. Oh god... He suddenly had the hope that that wouldn't happen here. What would happen if it did?

But hell, you want more of an explanation, Cas can decide what to and not to tell you about that.

[albinoidiot]

"A little differently. Right."

Dante knew his share of possessions. Although he himself had never been a part of one, he knew well enough someday that ability would be available to him, he didn't want to think about that stuff. It wasn't his style. He was a devil hunter, not just a devil. The fact that an angel had taken over the body of human was just...

Typical? Come on dude, they're vicious. And he was starting to believe himself. He winced and just looked down.

"It sounds kind of a weird, you know, that I can honestly say I didn't think his type existed. Where the hell have they been, man? He your guardian or something?" Because that's what his mother told him. Everyone had a guardian angel. He doubted Vergil and himself were included in this but, hey. That's another thing to think about later.