Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (2/?)whit_meruleMay 16 2012, 04:54:45 UTC
Unfortunately, thirty seconds into building up to a really good freak-out, Castiel was looking so worried and upset that Sam had to stop. And, what the hell? Who was the wronged party here? Sam thought they’d had their nice hug-it-(figuratively)-out session last time they’d met and they’d worked it all out then. And he didn’t want to have to start blaming Castiel for things again. It made no sense, and Sam actually had no idea what to do.
He took a deep breath, cut off mid-rant, and just settled on a pleading, “What the hell?”
“Only a little bit,” Lucifer put in, picking thoughtfully at his nails.
Castiel’s eyes were deep blue pools of wounded helpfulness. “You were lonely without him. And he misses you. Don’t you like him?”
Lonely? The hell? “Like him? Cas, he’s the devil.”
Castiel’s face fell. “I don’t understand. You miss him, and he can’t hurt you like this. Why aren’t you happy to see him?”
Sam stared at him, and tried very very hard not to let his gaze slip sideways to the other angel - the non-existent angel - lounging
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Re: Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (4/?)whit_meruleMay 16 2012, 05:14:28 UTC
Lucifer has nothing else to do but troll. He has to be reasonably nice now or Cas will send him away, but he can still play games! He can be subtle if he likes! maybebecauseI'mnotsurewhatpairingsI'mgoingforyet. "No, really Cas, Dean fondling your trenchcoat isn't gay. Er. Isn't flirting. Um."
Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (5/?)whit_meruleMay 16 2012, 13:46:45 UTC
It wasn’t always Castiel-and-Lucifer. Often it was just Castiel. Sam got used to him turning up in quiet moments, always when Sam was alone, in pyjamas and trenchcoat and once (in a daring moment) a pair of orange converse
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Losyngerie in the Devilles mouth (6/?)whit_meruleMay 17 2012, 08:52:20 UTC
The next day, Castiel got knocked over by a van. The driver didn’t even slow down. Sam had to forcibly restrain himself from whipping out his gun and blowing the tyres
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He took a deep breath, cut off mid-rant, and just settled on a pleading, “What the hell?”
“Only a little bit,” Lucifer put in, picking thoughtfully at his nails.
Castiel’s eyes were deep blue pools of wounded helpfulness. “You were lonely without him. And he misses you. Don’t you like him?”
Lonely? The hell? “Like him? Cas, he’s the devil.”
Castiel’s face fell. “I don’t understand. You miss him, and he can’t hurt you like this. Why aren’t you happy to see him?”
Sam stared at him, and tried very very hard not to let his gaze slip sideways to the other angel - the non-existent angel - lounging ( ... )
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maybebecauseI'mnotsurewhatpairingsI'mgoingforyet.
"No, really Cas, Dean fondling your trenchcoat isn't gay. Er. Isn't flirting. Um."
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But that is all for tonight. And I am WORKING tomorrow, shame on me.
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