AUTHOR'S NOTE - This little one shot is inspired by a late night conversation I had with my friend Dany - I hope you like the results!! And the boy with the baguette is supposed to kind of be Harry Potter btw!
CASTIEL AND THE EVIL CHICKEN OF DOOM.
It started off as an ordinary afternoon in the middle of July. It was snowing heavily outside and the moon was out and no one was taking any notice.
Dean, Sam and Castiel were waiting in line at a McDonalds, lured there once again by the complaints of Dean's stomach.
Soon enough, they got served and sat themselves down at a table nearby, which was actually on the other side of the room. Dean dug into his hamburger and fries healthily, which seemed a joke considering how many calories he was actually consuming, while Sam wolfed down some chicken nuggets. Castiel meanwhile chewed slowly and meticulously on a plate of pancakes and syrup.
Nearby a small boy of at least 16 years of age pulled a cheese and ham baguette out of the black robes he was wearing, which he then proceeded to wave around his head shouting things like - "ALAKAZAM!" and "AVRA KEDAVRA!" before the whole place went mad.
Castiel's pancakes got up off his plate and did a silly dance, dripping syrup down the front of the angel's suit and tie, whilst Dean's hamburger went back to it's original state, meaning Dean was left with a glowering chicken in his lap.
"WHAT THE FREAKING HELL'S GOING ON?" Dean roared while trying to remove the chicken from his lap before the chicken left him a little surprise on his best pair of jeans.
The chicken refused to be moved. Instead the fowl being picked up some of Sam's chicken nuggets and flung them in the elder Winchester's face. Dean swore then heaved the chicken directly into Castiel's unsuspecting chest.
Castiel fell over backwards and sprawled on the floor with a chicken on his chest looking like it was currently doing the waltz upon the shocked angel.
All around the room, there were a variety of cows, fish, chickens, even bizarrely enough a ten foot polar bear eating an ice cream, all creating havoc in some respect.
"WILL SOMEBODY STOP THIS NONSENSE?" Dean yelled, as the chicken continued to waltz upon Castiel, throwing Chicken McNuggets at anyone who stepped with 20 feet of the floor bound angel.
Castiel started praying loudly and shouting for his dad to help him, but his dad didn't come, because he was too busy elsewhere.
Sam merely sat through all this debacle, laughing madly which was no use to anyone, especially when the giraffe exploded across the room.
Then, with another wave of his cheese and ham baguette, the small boy who was at least 20 years old now shouted "AVRA KEDAVRA!!" and "GERONIMO!" and it was as if the last fifteen minutes had never happened.
Castiel picked himself up from the floor and calmly sat back down again to place a neat forkful of pancakes into his mouth. His large blue eyes closed in delight and he smiled slightly.
Sam had lost all his nuggets to the chicken so had to order some more and came back with the filet o fish and a McFlurry.
Taking his cue from the angel before him and his brother, Dean returned to eating his hamburger, quietly removing a feather from his fries wordlessly. He even got himself a second helping of everything, but guarded them jealously from attack from boys with baguettes.
Not a word was said about it ever again.
THE END.