bitch mode=on

[soryshudatoldya]

[Muses of dear_mun, let Sam show you how you handle a mun]

You know what, Mun? You've been whining 'bout my voice for over two months now, and you've never been all that good with it to begin with. So how about you just call it quits - it's the only thing you're good at anyway. The crap you had me pull so far's bad enough, that place doesn't need any more from you. Bet you anythin' it doesn't want you either. 

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[soryshudatoldya]

So what's your story?

[No hugs, no dinner, let's just hop right to it.]

[trenchcoat]

[There were many places he could begin, the most prevalent of which being his time spent with the Winchesters, but all of it would mean nothing without first establishing a decent origin story.]

I am an angel of the Lord. And it was me who raised your brother from Perdition.

[soryshudatoldya]

[He waits for the obvious 'just kidding'.

Oh wait it's not coming? It's because it's implied, right?

No? You're serious?]

-- seriously what are you on?

[trenchcoat]

You do not believe me, [that's okay, he can deal.] Your brother Dean did not at first.

[soryshudatoldya]

That's shocking.

[You're implying that he ends up believing you - he isn't buying that either.]

[trenchcoat]

[Cas looks away, choosing which sources of light to manipulate.

And if Sam is hip to some angel punage, he's about to see just how shocking.

He plays with the lights, bursting several into little explosions overhead. The desired effect being a projection of his impressive wingspan displayed on the wall behind him. ]