http://i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-shot-a-dick.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2011-01-10 09:41 pm

What do idle hunters and magic breed? More Pranks! ((Closed RP, Sam, Dean, Bobby and Cas))




As Dean neared the bar he saw Bobby and Cas walking out together, it was his lucky day. Dean grinned as the two men stepped out of the bar and pulled his wand free from his jeans "Fancy meetin' you two here." With that the hunter wiggled his eyebrows and quickly uttered the words to the first spell, aiming for Bobby first, he knew he needed to instigate the hunter mostly and hoped Cas would follow along. Of course his spell missed and in the next instant Dean turned and fired another misfired spell at Cas.

Eyes going wide, he played it off well as he looked at the two men left unaffected and then down at his wand "Crap, these things don't shoot like guns." And with that, and another set of misfired spells over his shoulders Dean Winchester took off running down the halls heading for the spot Sam had set up .

[identity profile] hunter-returns.livejournal.com 2011-01-17 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Sam watched the angel’s increasing hysteria, just as lost as his brother. He didn’t know the first thing about kids, much less kids that were as powerful as angels. Then there was the strange woman that had brought them back and then disappeared with Bobby and Adam and.. and Dean had told him about how they fell into the Pit. God, he was going to have to track him down and talk to Adam before he shut them out for good.

The elder Winchester smiled at the little boy in his arms who was reaching imploringly to his son. “Just take him, Dean,” he said softly. “Be calm and he’ll be fine.” When the angel was settled with his son, John looked at them both, his expression one of growing alarm. “What do you mean Bobby’s sick? What happened? Where is he?”

[identity profile] hunter-returns.livejournal.com 2011-01-17 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
Sam watched his brother with a faint smile as he took the toddler into his arms. "Dude, because you're his best friend. Just go with it. You used to be good at it, trust me."

When Dean mentioned that the girl had been Death, both men stared at him in shock. John recovered first. "Still, I'm going to go check on Bobby. Dean, take him to bed," he said, indicating the toddler comfortably nestled in his son's arms. "And stay with him until he changes back." With that, he headed for the door to check in on his friend.

"That was Death? Seriously?"

[identity profile] nerdofthelord.livejournal.com 2011-01-17 04:19 am (UTC)(link)
"'ur my f'en'," Cas said as if it should be the most obvious thing in the world. His voice was a little scratchy, and there were a couple of purplish splotches around his eyes and the bridge of his nose where capillaries had ruptured.

"Def's 'ice," he added helpfully (and a bit sleepily,) his head resting trustingly on Dean's shoulder. "Us 'ent into da s'iny bildin' wif da sk'ishy t'in's an' peng'ins." He yawned, and settled comfortably against his friend's familiar leather jacket, drowsing.