"Dean, please." Sam quipped, "this is stupid. What if this isn't supernatural?"
"Then we wasted some time but, if Cas was right, which he usually is, then we'd be stuck in a whole new boat," Dean gruffly answered.
Slamming the car door, Sam sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. Dean on the other hand, stood outside of the car with the phone to his ear.
"Come on, Cas. Pick up." He mumbled.
"Yes, Dean?"
"Hey buddy, we need you at 5th and Raddy St. We've got a case and we need your help."
After a brief pause from Cas, he answered, "Of course, Dean. I'll be there as soon as I can."
Dean shoved the phone in his pocket and slid in the Impala.
"He on his way?" Sam asked.
"Yeah," Dean responded, turning the key and listening to his baby purr awake, "he's on his way now."
After a short drive to get to the street corner they told Cas to meet them at, they saw him in his signature trench coat, waiting for them already. The brothers parked around the corner and walked up to Cas.
"What is the case?" Cas asked as they approached him.
"Well, nice to see you too." Sam snorted, shoving his hands in his pockets.
"I'm sorry, Sam, I was under the impression it was dire and needed to be handled quickly," Castiel's brow furrowed and he shuffled a little.
"Well, it sort of is but what we have to do in this case is a little awkward, so we figured a little small talk couldn't hurt," Dean chipped in.
Rounding the corner, they all got into the car and Castiel finally questioned what Dean had meant.
"What do you need of me?" Cas asked, once the car was started up.
"There is this string of strange missing person filings in a famous bus tour company. You know? The one you mentioned. We did a little research and check this out," Sam handed Cas the folder of information, "we think its probably a witch or demon or something like that."
Cas read over the research and flipped pages until he was satisfied, "I see, it would seem to have a supernatural root. I don't understand how I could be of assistance in this case though, Sam. You know I can't hunt like the two of you now."
"We know that, but... Well its a gay couples touring company," Dean responded, bluntly.
"Ah, then the two of you will be attending it posing as a couple?" Cas asked, handing Sam the folder back.
"Hell no, we're brothers, we'd have to pretend to be a couple and that's just... That's too weird, even for us," Dean laughed.
Cas stepped out of the car and followed the two of into the motel room and once the door closed the conversation resumed.
"I understand now. One of you wants me to pose as your lover." Cas calmly stated.
"Jeez," Dean pulled off his jacket and threw it onto his bed and plopped down on it, "way to put it, but yeah. Me. Were going to have to get tickets for this thing and pretend to be a couple for a week."
"Honestly, there have been worse cases than this. I am perfectly fine with pretending to be your partner and I might be able to help in some way with identifying the culprit," Cas shrugged.
Sam laughed, "of course he's okay with being your boyfriend."
"Shut the hell up, Sammy," Dean barked, pointing at him.
A/N: well, I personally cant wait for them to be a fake couple. Maybe a real one... Hah! So, gimme dem kudos, make alllll the bookmarks and carry on, my wayward son.
~Love,YourFriendlyNeighborhoodAssassin~