71st Hunt [Action]

[dudeimbatman]

[Dean is underneath the Impala, legs sticking out, the sound of him sweet talking the car coming in quiet mutterings. He's changing out the fuel filter today and having a bit of trouble with it sticking. After a few minutes it comes free and it puts the new one in. Once that's done, he finishes up and slides out from beneath the car looking for someone to kiss.]


[ooc: Victory kisses curse! Tag your muse in and I'll tag back with Deano completing some mundane sort of task and then kissing your muse. If you've got ideas/suggestions/etc, add 'em into your tag.]

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[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Don't worry. I'm not going to kiss you again.

What?

[rehymenator]

Okay.

Your mother.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

I swear I didn't kiss her. I was going to but then I didn't. [He is very defensive about this, okay.]

[rehymenator]

Uh, all right.

You said you wanted to talk about her. And being here in the City.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

Right. Yeah.

[And then he picks up pacing as he talks.]

She doesn't know I'm a hunter. She never wanted Sam or me to be hunters. So don't tell her. Anything. At all.

[rehymenator]

[ Hm. Keeping secrets. He's really good at that, right? Still, he wants to protest -- but back to that thing about him being good at the secret-keeping. If he protests, he'll sound like a hypocrite.

And Dean has a point. Castiel knows first hand that ignorance is sometimes the better choice for the ones we love. Maybe his answer's too quick and too clean, or maybe it's the fact that he smiles when he answers. ]

Of course. I'll be careful.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[That makes Dean pause, one eyebrow quirking up.]

You aren't going to lecture me on how she'll find out eventually?

[rehymenator]

[ Oh, uh. Recover! Castiel tries to put on his most non-chalant angel face possible. Which is probably a little too much. Even though Castiel's full angel complete with nerfed feelings, he's still more relaxed here than he'd ever been (when he wasn't human). ]

If you haven't learned your lesson by now, Dean, I don't think my protest is going to change your mind.

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[The 'my God you're an idiot' expression on Dean's face says he's not quite buying it.]

Whatever. I just want her to be happy, okay?

And don't tell her she's dead.

[Pause]

Or Dad's dead.

[Another pause]

Or Sam went to Hell.

[Long pause.]

You got objections to being a mute?

[rehymenator]

[ Scowl. His hackles are gonna start going up you keep doing the bossy older brother thing. Just because Sam's gone doesn't mean you can just be all strong arm-y. ]

Anything else? Perhaps we should just make a deal with the deities so that I turn human and lose all my memory of being an angel again.

[ Oh, good job, Dean. Way to bring out the sarcasm. ]

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

[Dean scowls right back.]

Don't be an ass hat. It's my Mom.

Besides, if I get hurt, I'm gonna need some help. I don't want Mom worrying about me.

[He's not just using you, really, Cas. He's just very stressed out right now. Baby brother's gone. Mom's here and he's trying to act like he had the picket fence life growing up.]

[rehymenator]

[ Okay, Dean. FINE. He will just...go along with this flimsy plan. Especially if it's got you distracted away from him. ]

...And what would you like to tell her about what I am?

[dude-imbatman.livejournal.com]

She believes in angels. There's no reason not to tell her you're one.

Just...tell her you helped me out of a tight spot when she asks how I met you.