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❝I just want to be an angel.❞ ▷ New to character, experienced writer ▷ Here for banter & SL's ▷ Looking for interactions with Jack, the Winchester's, Angels, Chuck, etc. ▷ Ships Megstiel, Hanstiel, Sastiel, chem. ▷ Goes by #ғᴀᴡɴ

Have fun. He'll try to keep the brothers distracted in the meantime.

Fine. Just... agree to text where her hunt is just in case and he promises to stop nagging.

And so her solution was to steal the Impala to go out on a hunt (alone) without telling anyone? Cas wasn't /quite/ agreeing that it was no big deal.

That's up for debate. /She/ might not when she finally comes back though.

Sighs. Please come back. Dean is about to 'stroke out'.

She stole the ━ Claire, /no/.

If there is one thing you can rely on always finding in the Bunker besides a /ton/ of weapons, it's alcohol. So he's grabbed a pack of beer and settled down to watch the fireworks. Company wouldn't be unwelcome.

Here is one tired and vaguely disgruntled angel, stretched out on the TL. If he's in the way, step around. He's not moving anytime soon.

Sucks in a deep breath. Groans loudly and dramatically on the exhale. What a day. Nevermind the fact it's not even 10am yet.

TL is deader than The Empty.

This is true. He can confirn.

"...Thus spoke the Lord, in the year of two thousand and eighteen."

I am a seasoned warrior of Heaven who has seen battles beyond counting, Dean.

A nice, steaming cup of hot chocolate on this foggy morning makes for a /very/ content angel. There might even be a little smile on his lips as he inhales the sweet aroma.

Oh! He's... surprisingly happy that Dean wants to try out his cooking. If he comes down in ten minutes Cas will have a slice waiting for him. xitter.cf/ThePiechester/status/1…

Actually, he's making a angel food cake. Because irony. And it looked relatively simple to make when he looked up recipes on his phone. Sorry, Dean. But he's still welcome to have a piece if he wants. xitter.cf/ThePiechester/status/1…

"This is it." Cas halted in front of a building that head 'Cake My Day' on it in neon letters. He swung it open for Chuck, the enticing smell of pastries wafting out. xitter.cf/SlowlyNShurley/status/…

Castiel would lead the way then. He starts off down the street, glancing at Chuck out of the corner of his eye every now and then, clearly wanting to speak. xitter.cf/SlowlyNShurley/status/…

Cas would help. But honestly, he finds the whole situation pretty hilarious.