Chapter One: Theft
Author's Note: Short drabbles about Castiel's ignorance of human customs. More chapters to come.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters, sadly.
"Cas." Dean had lost count how many cheeseburgers the angel had already devoured. From time to time Castiel disappeared and returned a few seconds later with another bag of burgers.
"Yes, Dean?" the angel replied, chewing.
"So, Famine makes angels go crazy for cheeseburgers?"
"I told you", Castiel swallowed, "it's the vessel, not me." He took another bite.
"So we have to stop Famine or you'll keep dragging mounds of burgers in here?"
"Yes." The angel took another burger from the bag in his hands.
"Where do you get them from, anyway?"
"Frank's Diner. Down the road." Castiel took a big bite.
"Great. They're making a killing right now, I guess." Dean paused. "Cas, you did pay for them, didn't you?"
The angel looked back at him with huge eyes and swallowed the last bit in his mouth. "… Huh…?"