"dean! dean, where is it?" castiel asked, frantically searching around the living room.
"where's what?" dean called from the kitchen, setting down his cheeseburger.
he found leftovers from the diner they went to last night, and he was hungry.
"it's gone!"
"cas, what are you talking about?"
castiel stopped in front of a mirror, patting the top of his head and pouting. it was gone.
"my halo."
"you lost your halo?" dean asked, raising his eyebrow.
he's been with castiel for months and he's never seen any halo.
"you can only see it in the mirror. but look! it's not there! i feel so...naked without it." castiel said, poking his head in hopes that it would just reappear.
but it didn't.
"okay, i'll help you look for it." dean went into the living room and began flipping the cushions, castiel watching him intently.
dean looked up slightly and noticed castiel just standing there, watching him. what was he doing?
"am i just gonna do this myself or...?"
"oh. i'm sorry." castiel then went into their bedroom, turning the pillows over and unfolding the bedsheets, but everything was the same as before.
they literally ransacked the entire house, finding nothing but a few loose coins and dust – all in which made castiel sneeze and dean couldn't hide his giggles.
"we've looked everywhere, cas. it's just not here." dean sighed and flopped on the couch, sprawling himself out.
castiel pouted again, trying to think of where it might be, but came up short. he took a seat right on dean's legs.
"if it makes you feel any better, i'll be your halo." dean smiled, looking at castiel's blue eyes.
"how? you can't float over my head." castiel said, giving dean a look.
dean playfully rolled his eyes and went back to relaxing on the couch. castiel let his eyes wander, looking at the flower vase they had on the table. he loved sunflowers, but he was allergic to pollen, so dean made sure to get the plastic ones for him.
dean was nice.
castiel looked up at the ceiling and gasped.
"dean! i see it!" he pointed to the corner of the room, a smile spreading across his face.
"where?" dean asked, seeing nothing but the white walls of the living room.
castiel got up from dean's legs and ran over to it, not being careful and tripping over the coffee table.
"cas, are you okay?" dean sat up from the couch, looking at the fallen angel.
"my halo!" castiel got up and continued to run after it, dean following.
he opened the sliding glass door and ran outside into the backyard. he stopped at a tree, looking up at the branch right above his head. he jumped, trying to get the halo, but he couldn't.
"it's up there." castiel pointed to the staggered branch jutting out from the tree.
"you can't reach that?" dean asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.
"i am not tall enough." castiel said, looking at the branch again. "maybe you are?"
dean tried, fingertips grazing over the halo. he couldn't see it, but he could surely feel it. it was weird.
"i can't, cas."
"i'm gonna climb this thing." cas said, jumping on the trunk and trying to find his footing on the bark.
he got pretty far for someone who's never climbed a tree before, but it wasn't good enough. with a blank look, he slid down the trunk, disappointed and all hope lost.
"i'll never get it." cas said, eyes trained on the ground.
dean bit his lip, thinking of something absolutely ridiculous. it might work, but it was probably one of his craziest ideas, yet. and he's had many. he sighed, deciding to just come out and say it.
"cas, get on my back."
"what?" castiel looked up at him, furrowing his eyebrows. "why would i do something so absurd?"
"you want your halo or not?"
castiel blinked at dean, getting up and going behind him.
"how do i do this?" castiel asked.
"hang onto my shoulders, first. then, jump and i'll catch you." dean said.
he felt castiel's hands on his shoulders, and he also felt him jump, but there was no weight on his back.
"cas?"
"yes?"
"i meant jump onme."
"oh."
castiel eventually found his way onto dean's back, legs held by dean's hands as his halo was still caught in the tree. he reached up, grabbing it before closing his eyes and securing it onto his head, smiling slightly.
he finally got it back.
"i have it!" castiel said, getting off of dean and running back into the house to look at himself in the mirror.
dean followed and shut the sliding glass door, turning to see castiel in the mirror. there was a ring of powerful, golden light floating above his head, shining brightly in the glass. to dean's naked eye, though, he couldn't see anything. as a matter of fact, dean's seen castiel with his halo many times before in the mirror, when he would reassure him of how nice he looked before they went out.
he was still the same.
still beautiful.