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Supernatural Letters of the Alphabet

A is for Absolutely

Dean couldn't be sure about much in his life—often things fluctuated frequently, but never in a good way.

Just when he thought he could put hell behind him, he found out angels existed. Once he'd gotten Sam off of demon blood, Lucifer walked the earth. When they'd finally put him back, Sam had returned from hell without a soul.

No, nothing was stable in his work, save for the companionship of the Impala and the comforting smell of his leather jacket. At one point he'd thought Sammy had been, but that didn't last long in terms of the time they'd spent on the road. Maybe the first few months after he'd "liberated" Sam from Stanford, but after that the roller coaster started.

The mention of roller coasters brought his mind back to his current situation—the haunting of one of the largest theme parks in America. Dean had thought it impossible that a place as large as this one could've possibly held on to a spirit, considering most of the people here had only drifted in and out of its gates after a few hours.

"Why would anyone want to haunt a theme park?" asked Sam, his voice filled with disbelief. He started counting off things he didn't like about the place. "There's vomit next to every nauseating ride, clowns, screaming children, recently released convicts, clowns—"

"Sam, are you aware you repeated clown?" asked Castiel, his voice monotone and coarse. Dean grinned at the angel, patting him slightly on the back.

"Trust me Cas, if he had the chance, he would've said it three times."

Cas tilted his head, looking through Dean with eyes so blue that they occasionally made Dean wonder if that was what the oceans had looked like at the dawn of time. Cas continued speaking despite Dean's distracted gaze, looking up at the arching beams of steel and wood that formed the structures that marred against the sky.

"Why do humans use these contraptions, Dean? What is their purpose?" he asked, tucking his hands into the large pockets of his trench coat. Several parents nearby had ushered their kids away from the suspicious looking man with a distant expression on his face.

A nearby mother scowled at Dean, clearly condoning him for what she considered "bad company". It wouldn't have bothered him on any other day, but this chick was kind of hot, and he didn't want to be remembered at the creepy guy's friend, even if he never saw her again.

"He's not a pedophile, I swear!" he called out to her, realising too late that the volume of his voice and the distance between the two of him meant everyone in between them could hear what he shouted.

To prove this, twenty people turned to give him alarmed looks. He let out an awkward smile and laugh, which fell flat and faded from his lips. "Uh, hi," he directed to the crowd. He thought of all the things he could say to make them leave him alone. Quickly he made a mental list of his options:

He could…

Ask where the washroom was and hope never to see any of them again,

Point at Sam and shout, "Look, a giant!"

Walk away and pretend the entire thing never happened,

Tell the truth, which was along the lines of, "Actually, he's an angel on the run from heaven here with us to kill a ghost."

Or he could pull a line from his Dean Winchester handbook of good excuses.

"Sorry about that," he tells them, smiling casually. "Actually, he's a roller coaster inspector. Here to keep you safe, really."

Sam nods enthusiastically, and Cas continues staring up at the hunks of metal towering in the distance, completely unaware to the situation he's indirectly caused. His lips are open slightly, revealing a line of thin white teeth, and his forehead is scrunched in slight wonderment. The expression makes a real smile twitch at the corner of Dean's lips.

As soon as the majority of the crowd drifted off, Sam gave Dean a look that clearly read, you're a total idiot.

Dean gave his brother a shit-eating grin, and Castiel intercepted their silence.

"I believe I understand the use of these machines, now. They are used to create pleasure, just like in the television program." He was nodding to himself, happy that he'd established they had a purpose.

"TV show?" asked Sam, "What TV show, Cas?"

Dean grinned. "I think he's talking about the porn."

Sam flushed vehemently. "No, no, Cas, not that kind of pleasure!"

Cas tilts his head, glancing from Sam to Dean and back. "They were screaming, but not afraid, and…"

Sam looks a little sick, while Dean tilts back his head and laughs. "Please, whatever you do, promise me you'll never change, Cas," he says between wheezes, his face stretched widely with his smile.

"If I do, I'll change back eventually," he states, his eyes bright as he looks at Dean.

"Promise?" Dean asked, looking the happiest he had been since before his dad died.

"Absolutely."

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Well, there you have it folks, my first alphabet letter. The other ones will be shorter, but I wanted an icebreaker with some optimism for season seven. Future chapters will have more slash flavouring for the main course of Destiel.

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