Dean frowns at the closed door beneath which the sweet odor filling the bunker is wafting. He knows what that odor is. He hasn't exactly been clean his entire life, but he knows, too, the chances of his friend giving in to that temptation. He's seen what weed can do to an Angel, and it isn't a pretty sight.
He bangs on the door. "Come on, Cas. Open the door this time or I'm busting in!"
The door swings open. "Dean, what's wrong? I told you I'm just spending some time with a friend."
"Yeah. What's the name of that friend, Cas?" Dean steps into the room and stops immediately. His eyes widen.
A ginger grins up at him. "Hey, dude. What's happening?"
Castiel smiles as Dean collapses. "I told you he can talk. He just needed some time out of the nursing home."
"Those old dames get on everybody's nerves after a while, but catnip always helps." Bob grins and swishes his tail as Dean just continues to stare. He holds up what looks like a rolled join. "Want some?"
"N-No," Dean answers, finally finding his voice. He stares up as Castiel, aghast. "Call me when he's gone," he gasps, departing.
The End