There's a lot that Dean likes about angel magic; it's useful, when needing to travel back in time, or when him, Sam, or Cas need to get the hell out of Dodge as a last minute escape. It's useful for banishing other angels being especially large pains in the ass, and it's helpful in translating spells that they can later use to their advantage.
That being said, sometimes Dean just really hates angel magic.
They'd been chasing down a pack of particularly nasty ghouls. Everything had been going fine until one nearly gnawed Dean's arm off and almost took a good chunk out of Sam's right foot. Cas had thrown himself into the fray at that moment, sending out a blast of what Dean assumed to be grace.
Except that grace? Never hit its target. Instead, Dean wound up taking the brunt of the attack, and now he finds himself, covered in blood and bruises, in the middle of what looks to be a busy New York City street.
A passerby screams, and then another. And then a group of tourists take out their phones, whispering to each other about how 'this is so going viral!' and 'god, this will make a great header for my true crime blog.' No one actually bothers to offer to help Dean stand up.
So he picks himself up, and flashes them all a grin just as messy as the rest of him. Probably a mistake, in retrospect, given that someone else screams at the sight.
"Hey there," he says in his best 'i promise i'm actually kind of friendly' tone of voice. (Also a mistake, probably.) "So I take it I'm not in Kansas anymore?"
He means that both as a joke and literally, given that he was just in Kansas, hunting ghouls.
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Date: 2019-08-24 04:24 pm (UTC)That being said, sometimes Dean just really hates angel magic.
They'd been chasing down a pack of particularly nasty ghouls. Everything had been going fine until one nearly gnawed Dean's arm off and almost took a good chunk out of Sam's right foot. Cas had thrown himself into the fray at that moment, sending out a blast of what Dean assumed to be grace.
Except that grace? Never hit its target. Instead, Dean wound up taking the brunt of the attack, and now he finds himself, covered in blood and bruises, in the middle of what looks to be a busy New York City street.
A passerby screams, and then another. And then a group of tourists take out their phones, whispering to each other about how 'this is so going viral!' and 'god, this will make a great header for my true crime blog.' No one actually bothers to offer to help Dean stand up.
So he picks himself up, and flashes them all a grin just as messy as the rest of him. Probably a mistake, in retrospect, given that someone else screams at the sight.
"Hey there," he says in his best 'i promise i'm actually kind of friendly' tone of voice. (Also a mistake, probably.) "So I take it I'm not in Kansas anymore?"
He means that both as a joke and literally, given that he was just in Kansas, hunting ghouls.