"Cas give it to me" Dean groaned
"No" Cas yelled pulling
"Seriously Cas give me it"
"No!" the angel pulled back with more strength
"Cas, seriously I'll give it back" the hunter tried to tell him pulling back
"No" and so the tug of war for the trench coat began both men pulling with all their strength.
"Seriously Cas, you need to wash this old thing. It smells" Dean protested.
"No it doesn't, give. It. Back" each word equalled another tug both men yelling at each other tugging until a faint tearing sound could be heard Cas terrified let go.
Dean inspecting the coat noticed a small hole unnoticeable unless you were looking for it.
"Cas I'm sorry…" Dean said looking up small tears had formed around the angels eyes.
"Why'd you have to do that" Castiel was now pouting making Dean Groan.
"Listen I'm really sorry it ripped, but it needs to be washed"
Dean looked at him for a moment "you know you could just fix it with your angel powers"
Castiel stopped crying "ohhhh" Castiel said sounding like a four-year old.
"Yeah, but after I wash it"
"No"
"Yes"
"No!"
"Yes!"
And so another argument began.
(ZB here, There you go guys another quick one-shot I wrote in my spare time. Hope you like it. Ja Ne *peace sig5n*