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The sun burned down on the two guys attempting to play catch. I say attempting because one of them didn't really understand what the aim of the game was.
"I throw the ball at you, you catch, and then you throw it back! It's simple!"
"But what's the point? I don-"
"There is no point! It's just a bit of fun!" Sam would usually get frustrated now, but seeing as it was a glorious day, he didn't want to ruin his good mood. "Cas, there's no point to it okay? It's just something to do to pass the time," Cas took a minute to process what Sam had just said to him before saying, "it's impossible to pass time Sam"
"OH MY GOD! Cas, I didn't... It's a saying. Can we just play? Please?"
"Very well. However, I still don't see the point."
Sam threw the ball at Cas and to his surprise, Cas caught it! "Pass it back, dude!" Castiel looked at the ball then back to Sam and then, with a lot more force than needed, he hurled the ball into the air. As cheesy as this may sound, it was definitely one of those slow-motion moments. The ball catapulted through the sky, its target? The windshield of Dean's 1967 Chevrolet Impala. Crap.
The guys stared at the shattered window of Dean's car. Fear filling both of their eyes. No one, and that means no one, hurts Baby. "Cas... What have you done?" Sam mumbled. Neither of them stopped looking at the injured car. They didn't even blink. To be honest, they're worried about Dean's reaction to this more than they were about the apocalypse.
Sam was the first to look away. He looked over at Cas, feeling sorry him... and slightly worried about what's to become of him. "Hey, guys!" Dean shouted from just round the corner. Sam's worry for Castiel instantly evaporated as he sprinted as fast as he could away from the crime scene. There is no way Cas is getting away with it now. Dean was too close for him to run away and not be seen, (he was too scared to think about the fact he could just vanish in less than a second).
Dean turned the corner and stopped. Eyes glued to the same spot Sam's and Cas' were moments before. Multiple Enochian curse words fluttered through Cas' head at this point. There is no way Dean's going to let him live.
"B-Baby" Dean stuttered, he shuffled towards the Impala and brushed the fragments of glass off the bonnet of the car. That's when he saw it... "CAS! What the hell is this?" Dean shouted, holding the ball in front of him.
"I... I believe that's a ball, Dean..."
"How did it get in the Impala?" Dean was staring daggers at Castiel who couldn't look anywhere but the floor. "Cas?"
"It might have gone through the windshield..."
"It, what? Are you trying to tell me, that you and Sammy threw this ball and smashed my baby?"
"Dean..." He hesitated. Cas had no excuses. What could he possibly say? Dean would never believe him... That's when it came to him. The one thing he knew would calm Dean down; Puppy dog eyes. Cas prepared himself. He looked up; ready to give the biggest and cutest puppy dog eyes he's ever given. Cas' bright blue eyes poured into Dean's, whose face didn't change. "Don't even think about it Cas!" Dean glared harder at him, trying his hardest not to succumb to Cas' cuteness. "Cas... Stop!"
"We really are sorry, Dean. We didn't mean for it to happen," Dean let out a massive sigh and threw the ball at Cas. "You and Sam are fixing this!"
With that, Dean stalked off back into the house leaving a victorious Cas alone with a huge grin on his face.
