Disclaimer: Don't own them.

"Dude, what's with all the supplies?" Sam asked as he took the plasic bag from Dean.

"Thought we might need them is all," Dean answered.

Sam looked at his brother. Dean was darting glances at him and chewing his thumbnail. "Why did you think we would need eight, no make that nine, boxes of laxatives?"

".....Cas.....," Dean mumbled.

"Cas constipates you?"

Dean huffed out a sigh. "His mode of travel can be....binding."

"Oh."

"Yeah."

"I'll just put these in your duffel since Cas, um, travels with you more," Sam said with a chuckle. "I'll get you some prunes when I go get dinner."

A/N: Delayed by the game. I have no more fingernails and my dog keeps looking at me all nervous-like but it's okay cause Hartley brought it on home. Who Dat?! Who Dat, Baby?! I'm a Saints fan, in case nobody picked up on that. My babies are going to Miami!!!