AUTHOR'S NOTE - I have been meaning to write this story for quite some time, but have only just gotten around to getting around to it, as I have been writing other stories.
I only hope you like ....
CASTIEL VS THE CREEPY PASTA!
"What the hell are those things, Sammy? They're freaking awful!" Dean said, in disgust, shuddering in horror over the things his younger brother had spread out over his bed.
"These, Dean? Why, what's wrong with them?" Sam asked in surprise.
"They're freaking awful!" Dean repeated, turning away from the three mionkeys made from brass, each one representing one of the three wise monkeys of legend, See No Evil, Hear No Evil, Speak No Evil.
I turned away and saw that Castiel was sitting ominously glowering down at my plate of pasta I had previously abandoned to stare at Sam's monkeys.
"What is this, Dean?" Castiel asked, impassively, politely, as he stared closer, closer, closer still at Dean's plate of fusilli pasta.
"Oh, freaking eat it, if you want it, Cas," Dean said, with a sigh.
"I do not wish to eat it, Dean, for it just moved!" Castiel announced, turning a patient gaze onto Dean.
"Moved? My pasta doesn't move!" Dean said, in surprise.
"Yes. Yes, it does!" Castiel insisted.
"Well, it's not supposed to," Dean commented, before coming over to peer over Castiel's shoulder at his own plate of pasta.
Sure enough, as the angel had said, the pasta twitched, then shuffled it's own curly shapes on the plate.
The angel's brow creased in consternation and he remained still as a perfectly carved statue before the suspect food.
Dean tried stabbing the pasta with his own fork, then his knife, but to no avail. The pasta continued to twitch in an ominous yet creepy way.
Castiel passed his hand over it in an effort to smite it, but again to no avail.
Then the pasta launched itself at the angel, plate and all, and the angel gave an uncharacteristic shout of surprise.
Sam came forward then on silent feet to grab the plate of creepy pasta and threw it bodily out of the open motel window, where it splattered down on an open top touring bus below. There was an uproar from the tourists within as the pasta began to attack them.
"Nice one, Samuel!" Castiel said, with a vague hiunt of a smile.
"This would never have happened if you hadn't have bought those freaking brass monkeys!" Dean said, darkly, as he scowled at the offending items. "They're cursed, I tell ya, cursed!"
Sam picked up the trio and threw those out of the window, too. The sounds of a startled cat came next, then silence.
Suddenly realizing his lack of food, Dean said - "I'm ordering some more food. Mine went sailing out the window just now! Serves you right for buying cursed items. Sam."
Sam nodded, absently, obviously not listeniong, as he went to his laptop to research cursed brass monkeys, as Castiel watched, looking on as patient as ever ...
THE END