Laura Prepon attends the Variety and Women In Film Annual Pre-Emmy Celebration.
Dean: Cas, cover your ears!
Castiel: Dean, what—why?
Tony: Hey there
Dean: Just do it!
Castiel: But Dean—
Tony: I’m Tony Stark
Castiel: Dean, I have the sudden urge to remove my clothing
yeah… you buy those onions real good…
4. Serial Killers, I apologize in advance as I never write fics, so if it sucks, sorry
Dean glanced at the television above the bar. Another news report about the murders along the east coast.
The Angel they called him. Dean rolled his eyes at the name, it was so, childish. So weak.
It had been over a month since Dean, the King, had murdered someone. He had been distracted. This Angel was beginning to steal his thunder and it pissed Dean off.
He slammed his beer onto the counter, throwing down some change before rising to his feet. He glanced at the TV again, pausing as the news anchor announced that new details on the case had been revealed.
The Angel had left something interesting at his last kill, a card. The media had a field day trying to understand it. A card? What did it mean? The FBI had tried to keep it under wraps, but it had been leaked to the press. A simple card with a hand drawn picture of a card and the words, “Come to court?” written in beautiful calligraphy.
Come to court. Dean frowned, thoughtful. Was the Angel addressing the King? Was he acknowledging Dean’s kills? Some might see this as a threat, a challenge almost, but he saw behind that. Come to court? The Angel wanted to play, this was an invitation, not an order. A slow smile crept onto Dean’s face. The King could play with the Angel.
Glancing around the bar, Dean picked a girl at random. Young, blonde, and attractive. Perfect. Dean slid into the empty seat next to her. The King had been sleeping for a while, but this girl was just the gift to send to his new friend.
The King and Angel would play a game.
I swear, if there was no caption, it would look like he’s saying “love”
What happened to you?
I SEE IT
Just a VERY quick manip for absolutely no other reason than to have something to do with my right hand while talking with my micaloz. ( the sexual innuendo was 100000% NOT intentional.)