Title; Redbull
Author; Tarklovishki
Rating; PG
Warnings; None
Spoilers; None.
Summary; Castiel becomes concerned when he finds Dean drinking Redbull. Stupid fucking misleading advertisements.
Redbull
by Tarklovishki
"Ooh, let's go hunt down some wolves!" said the animated granny on the television, smacking her drink against the wolf's head above the door.
"Is it wise to have wolf heads on your walls?" Castiel asked, cocking his head to the side. "Won't they just rot? I don't think anyone would like the smell of rotting wolf."
"Hmm," said Dean. "It's just an advertisement."
The sound of Dean slurping on something made Castiel turn. To his horror, he saw that Dean was drinking Redbull.
In a flash, Castiel was across the room, slapping the offensive drink from Dean's hand.
"Did you not see the advertisement?" Castiel shrieked. "Redbull gives you wings!"
"It's just an ad, Cas, chill out."
"Wings, Dean!"
"Cas—"
"Wings!"
"Cas—"
"What part of 'Redbull gives you wings!' did you not understand? You're terrified to fly!" Castiel pointed a warning finger at Dean. "If I ever hear that you've been drinking this infernal beverage, you'll regret it—and don't think that I won't cut your wings out of your back either!"
Castiel vanished to cool down.
Dean swore under his breath. "Stupid fucking misleading advertisements!"
