I don't want my description read in one of those annoying voices, that every one laughs at.
Cas making an appointment at a tattoo parlor after falling, intent on getting a pair of wings across his back. Dean going with him, yanking his shirt off once they’re at the parlor and answering Cas’ confused gaze with a soft breath of, “So I can fly with you.”
I put the fun in funeral.
I put the laughter in manslaughter.
I put the hot in psychotic.