Challenge Words: Glade and Lost
A/N: Happy Birthday to Lazerwolf314, who gave us a special challenge that included two words of the week and a double drabble as well as a Castiel-centered story. How could I resist such the challenge? I've never written Castiel before. Hope it pleases you, hon. Happy Birthday!
A rustle of angelic wings filled the air as Castiel appeared before the mantel cluttered with various nick-nacks. He easily located the item he was seeking, puzzled that anyone would display such a precious object without any means of protection. Perhaps the owner was unaware of its value.
The assault came as a sudden discharge of malodorous liquid from a small plastic device placed ornately among the other trinkets. When no further attack followed, Castiel moved closer to examine the strange device. Another blast shot directly into his face. He had been incorrect; the item was protected after all. Castiel fled to the only person he could turn to for assistance.
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"Dude, you reek. Did you at least get the thing Sam needs?"
"No. I fell under attack."
"Attacked how?"
"A weapon dispersing a foul-smelling spray. I found it to be an unpleasant experience. The device had the word Glade inscribed on the side."
Dean Winchester erupted in a spasm of laughter. Castiel believed that Sam would say he'd "lost it". Moments passed before the hunter, still wheezing with mirth, clapped the angel on the shoulder. "Come on, Terminator. I'll help you destroy the dreaded air freshener dispenser of doom."