Castiel was furious. Although he tried very hard not to smite either of the Winchester brothers right here and now he was very tempted.
"Dean. This is NOT funny," the Angel hissed annoyed still the older hunter kept laughing and wheezing for air.
Castiel shot Sam a pleading look but the young man too was obviously amused although he tried to hide his huge grin behind one of his enormous hands.
The Angel closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath and pinched his nose. He tried his best not only to stay calm but to will the annoyingly tickling sensation away. He was feeling... off today – cranky he though was the word Dean would use. He had come here to that diner to help the brothers with a demon infested town and a part of him had hoped they would help him in return. But instead they were both having giggle fits at his request.
Again the tickling started. At first he could feel it between his eyes but it slowly spread as it steadily gained in force annoying him to no end. He was an Angel of the Lord! He should be above such things! But bit by bit he was losing his Heavenly powers, his very Grace dimming away. He wasn't even able to burn demons from their vessels' bodies with the mere touch of his hands anymore. And now... And now he had finally managed to...
Castiel crunched his nose, tried his best to will the sensation away, to command his vessel to stop acting like that. But it was all in vain. He had not noticed the young waitress approaching their table and writing down the brothers' orders, he was too occupied with holding back a...
"HA-CHOO! Asssshchhn.... Hah.... HASSSSSCHOO!"
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Dean could not decide whether he should break into another laughing fit on the spot or utter a 'Good bless you' and then fall down on the floor laughing loudly as he noticed in astonishment the snot and spit the poor waitress had gotten all over her face was burning her skin, clouds of smoke erupting before suddenly he opened her mouth and the dark smoke of a demon in his true form erupted out of it.
Instead he said with a lopsided grin: "Angel slobber 's the way to go!"
Sam pointed at the nasty greenish snot sticking to the Angel's nose and upper lip. "Dean, I think now he have to teach him how to blow his nose."
Castiel sighed with relieve. At least. He would get what he'd come for.
AN: inspired by Mad Server's glorious drabble collection 'Sneeze' - if you haven't read give it a try!