A.N.: My brain is a terrifying place to live, but it comes up with fun ideas so really I guess it's a trade off. Set whenever YOU want it to be set. Just a bit of silliness to end the night. Thank you for reading my stuff, you guys make my life complete! Also for those of you waiting for an update on Forever this Way...I'm working on it I swear. My muse just saw something shiny and got distracted. I'm reeling it back in with cookies, slowly but surely :P

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It's been years since he has played the stupid game. Him and Sam had been banned from it growing up because they started to leave marks on each other as they got older. But Dean was bored, and when he was bored he tended to regress to a simplistic nature. He eyes the angel on his right, mouth lifting up in a smile as he contemplates what he is about to do.

One of the cars comes around the corner. Perfect timing.

He pulls his arm back and yells. "Yellow slug bug, no slug backs!" as he plows his fist into the angels arm.

Castiel doesn't even flinch as he turns to face Dean. "Why did you hit me?"

"It's a game Cas." Dean states with a grin. "When you see one of those cars," he pauses to point out the yellow BMW that is puttering past them. "You call out the color and they are called slug bugs and you call it out and get to hit someone. Make sure you say no slug backs though or you just get wailed on."

Castiel stares for a moment at the passing vehicle before he looks to Dean. "I don't understand the point of this game."

Dean blows a frustrated breathe out through his teeth. "Just try it man."

The angel makes a gesture that if it was not so stiff and regimental might have been considered a shrug.

It's ten minutes later when Dean is rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he takes a swig from the now cold coffee that he notices Cas pulling his hand back in his peripheral vision.

He has just enough time to wonder where the car is when the other mans hand slams into him with so much force that Dean is kissing the side of his window.

"Red slug bug, no slug backs." The angel states as Dean tries to peel his face from the glass.

"Jeez Cas! Remind me never to teach you how to play tag." Dean grumbles as he rubs a hand along his sore jaw.

"Did I not play right?"

Dean sighs. "No, it's not that it is just,"

Castiel has a flicker of a smile on his face before he says. "I think I understand the point of the game now."

Dean glowers at the angel. "Oh do you now."

"Yes. When do you think we are going to pass another of those vehicles?"

Under his breath Dean mumbles. "Hopefully never."

"Dean?"

The hunter swings his gaze to the other man.

"Now we are going to play another game Cas."

"What is this one called?"

"It's called shut up and don't move anymore while I'm driving." he grumbles.

Castiel nods once. "I think I already know how to play this one."