The Ritual
E/O Drabble challenge, words: text, stuff.
Summary: Sometimes Castiel wonders how he could ever hope to get as ruthless as a hunter.
Even with its gruesome innards spread around the carcass the beast looked mean to the former Angel of the Lord. He approached it slowly, his hand filled with the secret ingredients he'd found in the text. The skin was cold to his touch and he shuddered, wondering how he was supposed to accomplish the one task Dean had given him.
"What, you don't even flinch when you thrust your hand into peoples insides but you get squeamish when you need to stuff a turkey?"
"I… this is hardly the…"
Humans.
He'd probably never get used to their sense of humor.
A/N: Happy Thanksgiving to anyone who's celebrating –and something yummy to wolf down for everyone who just started salivating :-)
