You smile, pleased that he did what you asked.
DW: Fantastic, just stay there, love, won’t take long~
You run into the hotel room and grab a couple of towels and your coat, bringing them over to the Impala and resting them beside it, humming softly as you pull the door open. You hesitate, before grabbing a towel and throwing it in.
It freezes in midair, completely motionless, and you grin, turning to Supernatural and putting your hands on your hips.
DW: What did I tell you? Perfect. Timelock. Execution.
You chuckle and turn back to the car, turning off the timelock with your sonic and watching as the towel drops to the back seat.
You choose to go shirtless, stripping off the top you borrowed from your friend so as not to soak it with blood. Didn’t want him finding another reason to be cross with you. You dig into your coat pocket, pulling out a small green rod and running your sonic over it before standing again.
You whistle softly as you bend over into the back seat, throwing the bloody scarf out onto the concrete and begin wiping a towel through the mess. You wiggle your hips slightly as you reposition yourself, holding up the green rod and inspecting it for a moment.
DW: Yes… Perfect~
You half chuckle as you watch him. It was almost adorable how he got so excited that he did a good job with the time lock. He was like a damned puppy. A neurotic and hyperactive puppy. It was definitely amusing to watch.
As he got started on cleaning up the blood, you kept an idle watch out to make sure no hotel guests came out and had a panic attack over two men hanging out by a car that appeared to be covered in fresh blood. Now that you think on it, you haven’t seen much difference in today. It was a very… normal day. Why was it normal? Shouldn’t there be people freaking out over the angels falling? Why wasn’t the entire world in chaos?
A bitter frown takes over your face while you think about this, almost pouting no one was as damaged as you were. Everyone should be wallowing in what happened. God dammit. Deciding you needed your beer you looked over your shoulder, staring intently at the bottle. After a quick look to Doc to make sure he was busy, you then raised your hand out to the beer. Maybe if you thought hard enough it would fly over to you.
Of course the fucking bottle stays where you set it down.
You’re not Obiwan Kenobi.
When you finished wiping up all the visible blood, you run the green rod over the leather seats.
It soaks up the odor and any bit you may have missed, turning dark gold when it was gone.
You grin as you step out of the car, walking back towards the hotel door to throw the little thing away, handing Supernatural his beer on the way.
DW: I’m done. Hopefully you’ll be pleased,
You toss the rod in the rubbish bin, placing your hands on your hips and smiling at your friend,
DW: There shouldn’t be a molecule of blood left in there now. Sanitary rod from Apulapachia~
You walk over to pick up the dirty rags, glancing at your friend as you go,
DW: How’s your back?