Dean Winchester
He laughed a bit. "You're counting my freckles?" He was a bit confused, but for some reason, he liked that Cas was doing that. Dean stared at his face and admired his eyes.



She tilts her head and grins at the protests of her new vessel. Oh this would be fun. Such a pure soul. Completely untainted by the world. There was no doubt. This needed to be changed. All of it. With ease she teleports herself to a bar, convincing the bartender that she was at least twenty one without too much trouble. Her vessel argues against it, by the end of his you will see reason, girl. What you see as wrong, it's all fun. The only thing preventing you from it is those pesky morals. That annoying little book. In the end it doesn't matter. She silences her vessel and settles into the bar, humming softly to herself as she does.

















Uttering an annoyed sigh at the lack of humans on the street, Val gave her hellhound friend a scratch behind the ears. Rather than continuing to walk, she climbed on top of a random car parked along the side of the road and dangled her legs off of the hood, scanning the area for any signs of life.
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QuietCrusade wrote:C A S T I E L
He smiled at what Dean said and poked his nose. "You're really cute." Cas mutters.



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