I don't even know what this is, but enjoy.

Set after season 8.

It was a little after midnight when Cas opened the door to the room and crept inside, a plastic bag swinging on his arm.

Dean glanced up at him from his seat at the table near the door. "What the hell took you so long?"

Cas sniffed. "I was window shopping, Dean."

He rolled his eyes. "It shouldn't have taken you that long."

The former angel didn't respond, merely grabbed his things and disappeared into the bathroom.

Dean shook his head and went back to going through the newspaper.

"He was gone for less than half and hour," Sam pointed out without looking up from his laptop.

"Why was he window shopping at night in the first place, Sam?" he demanded, shooting his brother a glare. "Where'd he even learn what the hell window shopping is?"

Sam snorted and shot his brother a look. "He's over a thousand years old, I'm sure he heard at some point."

Dean opened his mouth to reply but was cut off by Cas's reappearance, now dressed in sweats and a t-shirt.

"These are very comfortable," he murmured, tossing his duffel in the corner.

Sam snickered and Dean gaped. "What the hell are you wearing?" he demanded.

Cas looked down at his feet. "I found them at the store."

"Seriously? What the hell kind of store were you at?"

"Dean," Sam cut in, eyes light with mirth. "It's not that hard to find bunny slippers."

"Well that's great Sammy, but why would you get them?" He turned to look at Cas.

"I like them," he defended, crossing his arms with a glare.

"No, they're weird. And they have creepy button eyes." Dean turned to Sam for help, but only got a hair flick and an amused look in return.

Cas frowned. "But they're adorable, Dean."

"That's great Cas," he sighed, scrubbing his eyes. "Just great."

"You like them, right Sam?" He turned to Sam.

"Erh, they're fantastic Cas, but yeah, the eyes are a little creepy."

"See," Cas beamed. "Sam likes them."

"Yeah and Sam is a pretty, pretty princess that cried when he saw 'Old Yeller'," Dean snorted, ignoring his brother's bitchface.

"But so did you," Cas countered easily. "When we watched it the other-"

"Cas! There are some things we don't talk about!"

"Like how much you two want to sleep with each other," Sam muttered under his breath.

Dean shot him a confused look. "What?"

Sam shook his head. "Nothing. I didn't say anything."

Unbeta'd

This came from a conversation I had with jiffers about sims:

me: that deep voice saying, "but they're adorable Dean"

jiffers: Ahahahaha! Write a fic about bunny slippers please!

So I wrote this and I don't even know. If it doesn't make sense, just go with it. I'm running on little sleep and twizzlers.

Reviews would be great, so long as they aren't flames!