[Gallagher]

The angel clicked his tongue as he moved over to the couch. He was careful to keep the marker out of the way as he leaned over Aston and ran his hands along his back. "My dear brother sounds like an ass," he remarked. He seemed to have no issues getting hands on with the hunter he'd only just met, as he took it upon himself to nudge and press here and there to get him aligned just so. "But we can only expect so much from soldiers. The same goes for those boys."

Once satisfied with Aston's position, K set a hand against the back of his shoulder and took to drawing quick, dark lines over his back. Carefully spaced circles, a web of lines, and letters and runes written just large enough that they were still clear as the edges bled into his skin. "The Winchesters are hardly known for their acceptance of others. What they'll tolerate and what they won't, where they choose to draw the line baffles me."