Hey look, another drabble! Since apparently I'm incapable of writing the angst I need to be writing right now.
This came to be.
I don't even know.
Sam frowned at the wall in front of him when he heard the quiet jingling sound coming from behind him. As far as he knew there was nothing in the room or in their bags that could make a sound like that, and from what he could tell of Dean's quiet snickering it couldn't be anything good.
Sam slowly turned around and paused when he saw Cas standing directly behind him.
Sam sighed and turned to Dean, "You didn't."
"I totally did." Dean grinned over at Cas who lifted his hand, the bell strapped around his wrist ringing with the movement.
"Dean he's not-"
"Hey! He didn't scare the crap out of you when he popped in did he? Totally heard him." Sam sighed and shot Cas his most apologetic look.
They were totally going to Hell for putting a bell on an angel.