63rd Hunt [Video]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean leans forward , his elbows going to his knees. He's sitting on a bed in a bedroom. Not surprisingly the bed is rumpled. He doesn't make beds. His hair is sticking up all over the place and he'd never admit it but he's feeling a little worse for the wear.

However, Sam is feeling worse than he is which means Dean isn't going to pass up the chance to jerk his chain. The camera pans over to Sam's bed where Sam is still in bed but clearly awake. The camera pans back to Dean who is grinning like an idiot. Clearly it is the 'I solemnly swear I am up to no good' grin.]

Anybody ever hear of a two day hangover?

Go to hell [This is growled/groaned by the Sam shaped lump still in bed]

Been there. Got the tee shirt. Rooms suck.

[ooc: Sam decided to outdrink the world on his birthday two days ago. Dean is pretty sure he has a two day old hangover. Sam may answer some of these tags.]

Comments

VOICE;

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

We tried to. Got pretty damn close too.

Besides, you're an angel. Doesn't count.

VOICE;

[rehymenator]

I very much doubt that.

[ Psh, whatever. Cas could totally pout harder. ]

Do either of you need anything?

VOICE;

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Bread. Bread'd be awesome.

VOICE → ACTION;

[rehymenator]

[ A moment, he's about to protest -- he meant more important things, okay. But...well he wouldn't pass up an excuse to check up on them. ]

I...wasn't sure what kind to pick.

[ Rye, white, pumpernickel...the list goes on. Castiel's arms are ful and he's looking fairly derpy as a result. ]

ACTION;

[srsbusinessk.livejournal.com]

Oh my god. I hate you so much, Cas.