What if Castiel and the other angel fell on the Impala instead?
"OK, we have to go," Cas said.
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Dean asked.
"I don't think so," Cas responded. He had been in Heaven awhile. Maybe he had forgotten a social custom?
"You just fell on my car!" Dean yelled.
"My apologies," Castiel said. Apparently that had been it.
"Heal it!" Dean said.
"Heal what?" Cas asked. Did he mean the boy? The boy would be fine.
"My baby."
"You have not procreated," Cas said, more confused than before.
"My car," Dean specified.
"Heal a car?" No angel had ever done that before. He would be a laughingstock. But, Dean had been helpful to him in the past. He put his hands on the car and restored it to the way it was.
Dean sighed a breath of relief. Something was wrong with Sam, but at least all was right with his car.
The End