[Dean can't keep him from leaving, but he can throw something else out there before Clarence departs.]
Y'know Cas is back.
[We'll just let that sink in and-]
He was gone for almost two years normal timeline, and he's got some fancy new powers that'll prob'ly send your ass back to wherever it came from. Food for thought.
[Until then, all Dean can do is wait and try and figure out how to locate Clarence, see if Cas can really get the job done.]
[ That's a big SO WHAT? on his face right there, though given that his expression is stuck silently in that position for just a moment too long might offer the briefest hint at the OhgodohshitohfucknononoNO he truly experiences at the thought that Dean may not be bluffing. ]
...Then why don't you go be a good girlfriend, let him fuck that guilt right outta you and stay away from my business?
[ A sharp breath. ]
And, y'know, your angel's got some juice, but I bet I could get in a hit or two first. Not on him, but, uh...
[ A knife flashes into view and Clarence scratches his throat with it. "His" throat. ]
Food for thought.
[ Then he waves cheerfully and turns the transmission off before Dean can take that last word away from him.
The angel. Fuck. He didn't think they were on speaking terms, much less on power-updated ones.
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Date: 2011-11-06 12:31 am (UTC)I swear to God, you sonuvabitch, if you hurt anyone...
[Dean can't even finish that threat. He has absolutely no idea what he could possibly do without harming Philip in the long-run.
...More than he already has.]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 01:16 am (UTC)[ Really now... ]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 05:06 am (UTC)[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 12:37 pm (UTC)[ He stretches lazily and makes a point of looking at his imaginary watch. ]
Hey, is it that time already? Huh. Guess we both got a lot of catchin' up to do.
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 06:27 pm (UTC)Y'know Cas is back.
[We'll just let that sink in and-]
He was gone for almost two years normal timeline, and he's got some fancy new powers that'll prob'ly send your ass back to wherever it came from. Food for thought.
[Until then, all Dean can do is wait and try and figure out how to locate Clarence, see if Cas can really get the job done.]
[video]
Date: 2011-11-06 06:44 pm (UTC)Yeah?
[ That's a big SO WHAT? on his face right there, though given that his expression is stuck silently in that position for just a moment too long might offer the briefest hint at the OhgodohshitohfucknononoNO he truly experiences at the thought that Dean may not be bluffing. ]
...Then why don't you go be a good girlfriend, let him fuck that guilt right outta you and stay away from my business?
[ A sharp breath. ]
And, y'know, your angel's got some juice, but I bet I could get in a hit or two first. Not on him, but, uh...
[ A knife flashes into view and Clarence scratches his throat with it. "His" throat. ]
Food for thought.
[ Then he waves cheerfully and turns the transmission off before Dean can take that last word away from him.
The angel. Fuck. He didn't think they were on speaking terms, much less on power-updated ones.
Better get to his business quickly. ]