"Because we just vandalized and blew up a church, luv. We don't want to stick around." We, he says like Castiel had literally anything to do with any of that. Whoops. "And the wards work better in the dead of night, anyhow. Human psyche is more malleable in the dark, suggestion goes a longer way there."
Which means they ought to hightail it before dawn.
But look at him, sharing little tricks of the trade! He nods over towards the door, the one with the fuck off sigil, before muttering out a curse and dragging himself back up to his feet. Now that the adrenaline's wearing off, everything's sore... and alright, also he's just definitely not as spry as he used to be, before all the drug use, chain smoking and heavy drinking. And the bartering days and weeks off his lifespan for the power to preform certain spells, of course. He manages to light his cigarette, and leans back, popping his spine audibly with a semi-relieved, semi-pained groan, rolling his shoulders.
"Left my bail fund in Georgia, too, so..." He lets that trail off, stalking towards the door and still purposefully avoiding answering Cas' question. Figures that he wouldn't be useful behind the wheel of a car, the last thing John needs is to spend the next few hours driving when he doesn't even like to do so on good days. He throws a look back over one shoulder, nudging a big, fallen shard of glass out of the way with one foot so he can open the door, "are you coming or not, Sunshine?"
WOW first of all how dare u
Which means they ought to hightail it before dawn.
But look at him, sharing little tricks of the trade! He nods over towards the door, the one with the fuck off sigil, before muttering out a curse and dragging himself back up to his feet. Now that the adrenaline's wearing off, everything's sore... and alright, also he's just definitely not as spry as he used to be, before all the drug use, chain smoking and heavy drinking. And the bartering days and weeks off his lifespan for the power to preform certain spells, of course. He manages to light his cigarette, and leans back, popping his spine audibly with a semi-relieved, semi-pained groan, rolling his shoulders.
"Left my bail fund in Georgia, too, so..." He lets that trail off, stalking towards the door and still purposefully avoiding answering Cas' question. Figures that he wouldn't be useful behind the wheel of a car, the last thing John needs is to spend the next few hours driving when he doesn't even like to do so on good days. He throws a look back over one shoulder, nudging a big, fallen shard of glass out of the way with one foot so he can open the door, "are you coming or not, Sunshine?"