Just a drabble-y thing that invaded my brain and insisted on being written. I hope you like, and if you do a review would be very much appreciated ^_^
"It's called a prank, Cas."
The angel cocked his head. "A... prank."
"Yeah." Dean glanced up from where Sam was sprawled across the sidewalk, a group of elementary school kids running away, screaming in childish amusement. A smile rested on his lips as he looked at the puzzled expression on Cas' face.
"What's up?"
"It's the concept of a practical joke. It is not something commonly done in heaven."
Dean snorted. "Come on man, are you telling me Gabriel doesn't mess around, tripping angels up with metaphysical string and shit?"
Castiel looked at him solemnly. "Angels do not have a corporeal form to trip up, Dean."
Dean opened his mouth to reply, but thought better of his decision, closing it again with a small shake of his head. Cas' eyes furrowed slightly, attempting to determine where he had gone wrong, but instead returned his attention to Sam's gangling form, still on the pavement, clutching his shin.
"Tell me more of this 'pranking'."
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Dean swallowed the last forkful of pie. He wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve and stood up, frowning. Sam had been AWOL the last couple of hours, as had Castiel, and while he wasn't worried about them, he was slightly irked not to have been included in their grandiose adventures. He quickly paid the check, and walked out to the Impala.
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Driving back, Dean listened to the radio, amusing himself ridiculing the current music being played on the stations, and, thought he would never admit it, enjoying the unabashed trash pop. By the time he pulled into the grungy motel's parking lot, he had forgotton his annoyances and made his way to the room he and Sam were sharing with a contented half smile.
Approaching the door, he noticed it was slightly ajar. A small frown creased his forehead, and he stopped in his tracks. They had finished up their case a couple of days ago, and had just been resting while they found the next. Shaking his head to rid it of thoughts of witches seeking vengance, he guessed Sam must have gone to get something and not bothered shutting the door. Resuming his pace he reached the doorway and pushed it open fully. Suddenly, a tan ball of flailing limbs was descending upon him from the top of the door, landing on his chest and bringing them both to the ground. Grunting, trying to sit up, Dean opened his eyes in a minor panic, only to have them met with familiar piercing blue.
"What the hell, Cas?!"
"It's a prank, Dean." He replied, looking mildly pleased with himself. Dean suddenly became aware of his brother, sitting on one of the beds, face constricted with hysterical mirth.
"What, what did you tell the angel to do?" Dean asked Sam, voice rising.
"Well he was asking about pranks and I told him the classic with the bucket of water on top of the door, but I don't think he quite understood and, I mean, come on - he was balancing on the door frame for half an hour - I couldn't just burst his bubble!"
Dean's mouth opened and shut, brain trying to process - Sam barely supressing his delight, Cas playing a prank, Cas on top of his chest, wait, what?! Dean's head fell back to the floor, looking into Castiel's eyes once again. They were mostly filled with their normal solemnity, but with a flash of happiness that made them sparkle. He leaned up and placed a chaste kiss on the angel's lips, a small smile on his own. Sam's laughing stopped abruptly. Dean looked at him.
"Did you just... I mean... Did I really just... Wha?"
Dean clambered to his feet with the help of a vaguely bemused but pleased looking Castiel. He looked at Sam's gawking face and smirked, raising one eyebrow, and walked to the fridge, busying himself looking at the meager food so Sam wouldn't see his grin.