Tittle: Fallen Angel
Challenge: Ankle
Diclaimer: Not mine. So sad.
A/N: Dean and Sam help a fallen angel. It's adorable and I'm at work, avoiding, well, work. So here you go.
Outside their motel, Dean heard a loud whump. Guns draw, he and Sam burst outside to see a battered Castiel. Dean helped the fallen angel to his feet. Sam asked, "What happened?"
Castiel wobbled. "Ah sprained ma ankle…"
The brothers looked at the confused angel. "Cas," Dean shook his head. "Are you drunk?"
Castiel gave a crooked grin.
"Why?"
"Wanted to see…all the fuss 'bout…. 'scuse me, gotta fly…" he chuckled.
"Oh no, Cas, never drink and fly," Sam placed a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Your bossy.…" Castiel looked at them closely. "But you guys… you're a good team…"