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.]

Comments

[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.