I apolgize for this story, but I had to.

Fucking Angels. Dicks. The lot of 'em. Even the ones who aren't, like Cas, still just don't get with the picture. I shot Cas a look of boredom, but it went right over his head. He was still just staring off into space. Y'know being Cas. I couldn't take it anymore. I had enough stress knowing that any minute some teenage mutant ninja angel was gonna show up and nuke us, but to top it off I had to spend what was likely my last minutes on earth with a doornail.

We were just sitting there in the Impala when I flipped on some music. It was a good oldie. I started to relax, lay my head back, you know, good times. Suddenly he talks! I know, it was a miracle!

"I never understood music." he says, not even looking at me.

So I respond, "Aren't you an angel. I thought you guys all took choir. I don't even read the Bible and I know that."

"No. That's a common misconception. Actually, few angels enjoy singing. To be specific only Cherubs third class-blah blah" He starts babbling about angel hierarchy and all this stuff. Eventually I just turn the volume up to drown him out and guess what? He just keeps talking! Not only that, but he starts talking louder to go over the music.

"Cass. Shut up." I tell him. He just looks at me blankly.

"Actually there is one song I enjoy." he tells me. There's suddenly a twinkle in his eye, and what's that? A smile even.

"Well, what?" I ask him.

"War." He tells me. Then he waves his hand and my radio goes on the fritz. Before I can kick him out my car it lands on a new station. The song starts playing. It's "War" by Edwin Starr. I give him a baffled look. All the sudden he starts singing! Well, not really singing. More like talking to a rhythm.

"War, huh, yeah. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Uh-huh. War, huh, yeah. What is it good for. Absolutely nothing. Say it again, y'all"

And I just stared at him. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Was he actually enjoying this? He sounded worse than anyone could possibly pretend to be. I was not going to let him ruin this song.

So I told him, "You don't know nothing about 'War.'"

Then he says, "Every angel knows war. We are the weapons of God's wrath."

"I mean the song."

"Everybody knows war." And then he continued, "War, huh, good God. You are!"

"It ain't you are, it's you're."

He gets the dumbest look on his face. "Yore?"

"You're!"

"Yow woo?"

I'm getting fed up by this time so I start dancing in the middle of clearing. "Let me show you how it's done. War, huh, yeah. What is it good for? Absolutely nothing. Uh-huh. War, huh, yeah. What is it good for. Absolutely nothing. Say it again, y'all"

So I'm dancing around from side to side and snapping like mad. So I think what the heck, Raphael is about to kill us anyway, why not. SOOO. I beckon Cas over. He stands looking embarrassed at first, but then begins to copy me. He's looking ridiculous, but I keep trying to show him. Pretty soon we look like a couple of nut jobs, but he's getting bored. Then he starts laying down all these awesome blood spells.

"Do that again." I tell him. His hands are working like crazy. I keep trying to copy him, but it just ain't working. Pretty soon I'm laughing more than I have in a long time. Even Cas seems to be enjoying it, if at least to teach me how to save my own life. We're getting into this. I start showing him how to shoot guns and he nearly takes my head off. I think he actually smiled at one point. This worked a lot better than the prostitute.

"Hey Cas."

"Yes, Dean?"

"You are right, you do know War."

"Thanks Dean, but it's not 'you are'. It's you're."