have you talked to the man upstairs?

[venatical]

Who: Dean and whoever lives in House 16 who wants to put up with his crap. And Kenzi! What a brosis.
When: Day 70
Where: House 16
What: Dean's slowly going stir crazy, probably much to Gabriel and Raphael's delight. His housemates have to deal with him.
Warnings: Language!

It's been a straight-up week since Dean got himself in deep shit with Raphael and Gabriel. A week. That's seven days that he's been living out of his room, afraid that he's going to get angel-shanked when he goes to use the bathroom. He's getting really sick of it, and he's really tempted to think that Raphael and Gabriel's plan is just to make Dean stay in his house for all time. But he keeps reminding himself of angels and their patience and that's probably just what they want him to think and as soon as he decides fuck this shit, that's when they'll swoop. Maybe. Or maybe not.

Ugh, fuck this shit. Only not really. He stops tossing the ball against the wall and flumps back on his bed again, bored and antsy. He glances over at his sigils, checking them like he has to do every few hours because...

Oh, look. They've been fucked with again. His sigh is more of a growl as he gets up and stomps across the room to fix it again. This crap's why he thinks their plan is mostly mental torture, slowly driving him nuts. Once it's fixed, he sits back on his bed heavily and scowls at the floor.

Then he stomps on it and calls out.

"Hey! Someone wanna bring me something to eat? Freaking starving up here." No, mostly he's bored.

Comments

[foundacause]

Four days since her run in with Crowley and Meg's injuries are healing quite nicely. There's still a rather big bruise on her ego though as getting so truly and thoroughly whipped by Crowley in the first place. Good job she has her own personal guardian angel on tap.

At Dean's annoying stomping she makes her way to his room, opens the door and throws a packet of potato chips at his head none too gently. What is he? Six. Poor potato chips, what did they ever do to her? Still, the bag is mostly air, it'll cushion the blow. "Don't say I never do anything for you."

[happytobleed]

Castiel rolls his eyes when he hears Dean yell. He knows that Dean's going stir crazy, but that doesn't change the fact that he's being ridiculous about it.

Once he rummages through the kitchen, Castiel knocks on Dean's door, sandwich in hand. He's largely been avoiding spending too much time with Dean and Meg's injuries have been a welcome excuse, even if he does wish he could heal them himself.

The sandwich isn't as nice as the last one he brought Dean, but he hopes Dean will appreciate it, anyway.

To the outsider, it might seem that Castiel has actually learned how to knock before entering, but that isn't th case at all. He simply can't enter the room with the wards in place.

[onteamdyson]

Hey, Dean. Hey. Dean, hey, there's something at your window. Hey, Dean. Dean, you should probably check that out. Dean, seriously, it could be something bad! It could be angels trying to get revenge! It could be some kind of horrible monster! It could be--

... A tiny, dark haired, goth chick clinging to the windowsill with a paperbag hanging from her mouth while she taps on the glass. Open up, Winchester.

[perfectantidote]

"And that is a change to the usual... how?"

Cas doesn't knock, because fuck you. Why should he knock? The wards don't keep him out, they merely make him mildly uncomfortable. Look, there's a silver lining to being powerless and literally burnt out - he can go wherever he damn well pleases, thank you very much.

So of course, it's ruined by the fact that he gets to feed this dear assbutt. Some things will never change, including a cooped up Dean just not dealing well. At least this version of him is also much less likely to swing punches at Cas.

Pity, really. Some punches could have turned into frustrated rutting and... he's bored, okay, no judging allowed.

Cas kicks the door closed behind him and holds up two plates. "If you, uh, behave, difficult as though this concept must be for you to adhere to... I might let you have the one with the illegal substances." And he grins. Bored, but oh so easily entertained.