#coatstiel

You and I need to have a bit of a chat now that we’re about to start phase two of our little operation. I believe the students and staff are on the edge of their seats after a dashing devil used the unforgivable- we can’t disappoint them now can we?

It took Dean all of three seconds to figure out Cas wasn't an angel, or at least completely one, anymore.

At least he was pretty sure angel's stomachs didn't growl. Nice and loud too. Dean had turned the Impala toward the city around them, easily finding a diner open on the corner.

"C'mon, feathers, let's eat." They could talk about that in a minute.

He sat down at a booth with him, idly messing with the menu and telling himself that he was hungry. He had to be, he hadn't eaten in at least a day. Maybe longer, he didn't keep track anymore. The smell of food was powerful enough to make his own stomach growl and he chuckled.

He glanced up at the angel, haggard and looking much older than he really was under the droning florescence above their heads, other patrons murmuring with their own chatter around them. He swallowed. "Think I'm gonna have pancakes. What about you?" He tried.

He felt guilt start to settle, muscles unwinding one by one now that the angel was near him again. He shouldn't have said what he said to him. At least some of what he said to him. It was just...cruel, some of the shit he said. Desperation and his own idiotic self did that. God he was so fucking stupid.

A young girl stood on the corner of two streets, looking nervously down the busy intersection. She was around ten years old, had medium blonde curls which fluttered with the wind around a blue ribbon in her hair, and her eyes were as grey as the cloudy sky above her. Her knees knocked against each other in the cold wind of New York underneath a wool skirt that covered them. Ahead of her was a group of humans. She could not help what she did next. The ring on her finger burned and she knew.

Ten minutes later each and every one of them was dead, piled up in an alley like firewood. The only sign of the young girl left was a blood stained teddy bear which had been left there.

Within three weeks the news had begun to report it. Corpses would be found in piles, with a small teddy bear sitting out in front of them. The killer could not be found; police had no idea what to make of it. Reporters gave the best stories they could; with so little information about who might be doing it, they had only speculation to work from. The story began to spread across the internet soon enough, and it got big enough to catch the attention of more than one hunter.

Crowley was having a few bad days as well. His vault had been broken into, and he still had no idea by whom. Inside the vault were hundreds of valuable artifacts, all of which he had collected over hundreds of years of wise purchases and investments. Each of them had some kind of unique power, and they provided him the means by which he had climbed to power.

The one which was missing was very, very valuable, and very dangerous, and he needed it back as soon as possible. It didn't matter what he had to do. But then, didn't he already know of some people who could help him? He could tip them off to the case, and work with them, except he didn't trust them. So instead he decides to let them solve the case themselves and watch over it to make sure they get it right. If it seems like they're getting off track then he might make an appearance to help them out.

First name:Dean

Nickname: ….Deano? I think you’ve been called that before. Age: 34 years. Gender: Male. Nationality: What you call the United States. I don’t understand why you humans insist on separate nations. Relationship status: This… I’m unsure about. What do you define as a relationship? Is just a ‘simple’ relationship or is it a ‘relationship-relationship’? Likes: You like pie, beer, your ‘Baby’, your family, hunting, Doctor Sexy, and sexual activities. Dislikes: Demons, my siblings (for the most part), planes, my method of teleporting you, spies, and Random fact: ….you’re Batman?

(....I just had to do this...)

[[ yes yes you did ]]

"Okay, firstly, that's a lot you know about me, there. Anything to admit, Cas? And secondly, the only people who've called me Deano are people I currently don't like... so you might need to think up another idea, angel. And yeah... one night stands don't count as relationships."

"Oh. Hello, Castiel..." 

Ooooh I'm one of your favourites!? Thankyou m'dear. 

My favourite number is 7

I've read most of revelations 

I currently feel a little bit sick

My dreams are apparently (according to my friends) very odd.