Title: Time Travel Sucks.
Rating: PG.
Genre: Crack, hints of Dean/Cass.
Summary: Castiel isn't that great with time travel when God isn't helping.
"It was an accident!" Castiel said, as Dean drew closer and closer with a large sledge hammer in his hands. Castiel eyed it with a tilted head and confused expression. "What are you going to do with that?"
"First, I'm gonna bash the metal into your head," Dean growled, before he shouted in a furious tone his eyes bludging. "Then I'm gonna shove the WOOD UP YOUR ASS!"
"It was an accident!" Castiel repeated, his eyes narrowing.
"You call that an accident!" Dean roared, pointing at his beloved Impala. It was no longer the smooth black it always was but a bright pink and purple covered in daisies and flowers, peaces signs and trees and other stupid hippie symbols. Sam sat inside, squirming, refusing to exit the car for some reason. "How the hell did you screw this up!? Angel of the Friggin Lord?!"
"Well, if you weren't distracting me!" Castiel snapped, "We already had Lucifer on one side swearing about Mintins (whatever those are), and Zachariah on the other side being a creep! And God didn't help this time with the time travel!"
"Cass!" Dean growled, raising the hammer.
"I'm sorry!" Castiel snapped, "If it makes you feel better, these colours are making me nauseous too!"
"I'm gonna kill you!" Dean roared running at the angel, hammer held high. Castiel yelped and took off running down the road past a couple making out in a car. His coat (no longer beige but chequered blue and green) billowed after him.
Sam remained in the car watching Dean bolt after Castiel dressed in a pair of ridiculous flares and a hideous orange shirt with blue and red polka spots. Now, there was a good reason why Sam remained in the car. Castiel somehow managed to transform Sam's jeans and hoodie into a pair of sparkling red go-go boots and a rainbow coloured mini dress.
If Cass thought that Dean was angry, he was lucky Sam was too embarrassed to exit the car.
The angel was also lucky that Sam could not see his hair or the pretty pink ribbon wrapped around his three inch high beehive hairstyle.