Fast-Food Eaters Anonymous
Disclaimer: My newest obsession, which I definitely don't own.
000
"Maybe you should be the one to go and not Castiel," Sam Winchester said, eyeing his red-faced brother. The taller of the two brothers suppressed a grin when Dean threw a glare in his direction.
"I do not understand why I must attend this…" Here the angel Castiel squinted down at the brochure. "…FFEA meeting." In his other hand, hanging at his side, was a McDonald's bag.
"Because, Mr. Happy Meal," Dean drawled, pointedly glaring down at the bag, "you've got a problem. And we can't keep having you pop up in every McDonald's we drive past and then have you just appear in our backseat with twenty different sandwiches. I'm sick of vacuuming the crumbs, you bastard. And worse yet, you don't share!"
Castiel cocked his head to the side, blinking his big blue eyes in confusion. "I apologize. I do not mean to be messy. However, I also think that I do not have to go to the FFEA," he said. "McChickens and McDoubles make me happy." He never addressed the fact that he didn't share his bounty of delicious sandwiches.
Dean shook his head. "Nuh-uh, dude. This time your puppy-dog eyes aren't going to work." His arm shot out and he pointed at the motel door. "Now march, Hamburglar-boy."
000
Castiel, for once, looked quite put upon. He eyed the Winchester brothers and sighed like a human. Then he took in an unnecessary breath and entered the YMCA.
"Hi there! Here for the FFEA meeting?" asked the peppy director whose wide-smile was just this side of creepy.
"Yes."
"It's two doors down and to your right! Have fun now!"
Castiel nodded and walked further down the hall. As he entered he saw twenty others already there with over three-quarters of them quite obese. He listened patiently as the rules were laid out and he was forcibly volunteered by the head of the meeting to go first. The angel stood behind the podium.
"Hi, my name is Castiel… and I…" Castiel actually started to sweat. "I… I LOVE MCDONALD'S!"
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END
Yeah, I went there.