Tittle: Colorful Metaphors
Challenge: drip
Word Counter: I fed it's unnatural hunger for percision
Disclaimer: I don't own them.
A/N: The first sentance was given to me by Platnium Rose Lady. I was promised some sort of reward for this, so I damn well expect a drunken angel. But since that's still not legal, I'll accept a cookie.
A/N Yes the tittle is a Star Trek refrence. Deal.
Sam clapped a hand over his mouth, but giggles spilled out. Dean fumed as he dripped.
Castiel set down the fire extinguisher. "Didn't you say 'I'm on fire'?"
Dean grimaced, "It's an expression, Castiel."
In between bouts of laughter, Sam clarified, "He wasn't…actually…on…fire…!"
"I do not understand why you humans use such colorful metaphors."
"It's a way to undo tension." Dean picked up one of the motel's fluffier pillows. He nodded to Sam, who did the same.
"When is it appropriate?" Castiel tilted his head.
"Now!" Dean roared. He and Sam began to attack Castiel with fluff.
Castiel screeched, "Shit!"
