Don’t forget to sin this weekend.

“Guess what?” He snaps, easily shoving Sam out of the way without a care about his brother getting hurt. Dean just walked away, glancing back over his shoulder with a malicious grin, feeling more freedom than he had done for a long time. “It is now, Sammy. Enjoy your life.”

“Keep tellin’ yourself that, Sammy.” He called over his shoulder, eyes flashing black again briefly before he slipped out of the door. He knew Sam wouldn’t come after him. Not yet. But knowing how his brother thought, he pulled out his cell phone and dumped it. No cell, no GPS.

Sam’s a pussy. Pass it on

Of course Castiel wouldn't show his face. He's all talk.

Did he expect anything else? Dean always was the favourite. Eye roll.

Don't count on it.

Rolls his eyes. Right. Whatever. Does he look like he cares?

Sam still bein’ a little bitch?

Castiel still ignorin’ Sam? What a shame.

Well, guess Sam’s too much of a pussy.

How can Cas be ignoring him if Dean doesn't want him? Head tilt.

// Oh, I hope that gets done right...

Oh, well... look who's finally showed his face.

"Lucky for you it's not been me calling your feathery ass."

"More hoping /not/ to see you around, actually. Little bit different. Clearly, I'm disappointed."

Pretends to think about it for a minute, even tapping his finger over his chin. "Hmmm, nah. Think I'll just leave." Gives a little, condescending smile as he waves. "Later, feather brain."

Dean just rolled his eyes, waving the seraph off and walking away. "See you next time, Cas. Or... well, not." Yeah, he wouldn't be around. He and Crowley had much better plans than hanging around here.

"Sorrow spares no one, and scars respect no person." ☆ Returning/rebooted OC ☆ Fandom flexible ☆ Descriptive/matches length ☆ Mature themes 18+ only ☆ Non-lewd ☆ From the mind of #Brash

Is it time to ruffle some Angel feathers?