ALL GOD'S CREATURES
WOW: train. Even angels don't love ALL God's creatures.
Disclaimer: I don't own these wonderful people, I just play nicely with them.
Warning: Biblical reference used in a facetious manner. If you are offended by this sort of thing, please don't read.
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Hearing an outraged squawk, the Winchesters turned to see Castiel in the doorway, thrashing and writhing in a most unangelic manner. Either he was in training for the All-America Drunk-Dad-Dancing Championships, or he was having a seizure. Either way, it was a disturbing vision.
"Cas, what the hell?" Dean ventured, approaching the flailing angel.
"I walked through a spider-ugh-web," Castiel snorted, huffing away a gossamer thread stuck to his nose.
"My father made the world and on the seventh day he rested," he grumbled; "I swear on the eighth day he got up with a hangover and made stupid, assbutting spiders!"
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