Dean caught up with Cas, shoving the fedora on his head. "Leg-o-lamb is going to stay and guard the..." He waved back at Bobby's house. "Where are we?"
Castiel turned around, looking unabashed. "Dean, this is serious business. We are going to De Smet in search of the Lone Cottonwood." He came up close to the man and whispered in his ear. "This is our cover Dean. The Lone Cottonwood is also where Samuel Colt buried thirteen more bullets for the Colt. We have to retrieve them." He backed away. "I am in need of a wand, Kansas. You, on the other hand, are in search of the greatest pie in the upper Great Plains."
Driving halfway across the state for pie didn't exact appeal to Dean, but more bullets for the Colt? Hell yes. "If we do this, I want something in return."
"What is it that you wish for, Dean?" The angel said as the two of them got into the Impala.
Dean tipped his hat back, a smile spreading along his face. "You know what I want."
Castiel tilted his head to the side, studying the man. Oh yes, he knew exactly what Dean wanted. "If it must be that, Dean, I am going to insist we get the kitten from a shelter. And yes, I am prepared to convince Sam that I was the one who wanted it originally."
Dean fired up the Impala and they tore out of the salvage yard, heading west. "It's not like you don't want the cat too, Cas. I hate dogs and we don't have the time to take care of a baby."
"Someday we might be able to." Cas said in a wistful tone.
"Oh shit, please don't start up that conversation on this drive..." Dean groaned under his breath.
"I knew if I gave Sam tights he would not come with us. If I got him to dress as Dr. Who, he would have."
"Where the hell did you learn all this film and pop culture stuff anyway?" Dean was starting to have trouble keeping up.
"The Internet. Unlike what you told me, it's not just for porn. Although I did find a song called that."
"What, the Internet is for Porn?" Dean coughed.
"Yes. I could sing it for you, if you like..." Castiel's tone was far to even for something that was borderline hysterical.
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Re: WHAT THE HELL IS THIS AWESOMENESS I CAN'T EVEN XD
Date: 2011-07-31 06:30 pm (UTC)Castiel turned around, looking unabashed. "Dean, this is serious business. We are going to De Smet in search of the Lone Cottonwood." He came up close to the man and whispered in his ear. "This is our cover Dean. The Lone Cottonwood is also where Samuel Colt buried thirteen more bullets for the Colt. We have to retrieve them." He backed away. "I am in need of a wand, Kansas. You, on the other hand, are in search of the greatest pie in the upper Great Plains."
Driving halfway across the state for pie didn't exact appeal to Dean, but more bullets for the Colt? Hell yes. "If we do this, I want something in return."
"What is it that you wish for, Dean?" The angel said as the two of them got into the Impala.
Dean tipped his hat back, a smile spreading along his face. "You know what I want."
Castiel tilted his head to the side, studying the man. Oh yes, he knew exactly what Dean wanted. "If it must be that, Dean, I am going to insist we get the kitten from a shelter. And yes, I am prepared to convince Sam that I was the one who wanted it originally."
Dean fired up the Impala and they tore out of the salvage yard, heading west. "It's not like you don't want the cat too, Cas. I hate dogs and we don't have the time to take care of a baby."
"Someday we might be able to." Cas said in a wistful tone.
"Oh shit, please don't start up that conversation on this drive..." Dean groaned under his breath.
"I knew if I gave Sam tights he would not come with us. If I got him to dress as Dr. Who, he would have."
"Where the hell did you learn all this film and pop culture stuff anyway?" Dean was starting to have trouble keeping up.
"The Internet. Unlike what you told me, it's not just for porn. Although I did find a song called that."
"What, the Internet is for Porn?" Dean coughed.
"Yes. I could sing it for you, if you like..." Castiel's tone was far to even for something that was borderline hysterical.