"When he told me, I thought he was nuts!" Dean tried to justify why he hadn't taken the Angel's announcement more seriously.
"Dude, he's an Angel!" Sam protested, searching their surroundings, shotgun ready.
"Yeah. I freaking know that!" Dry leaves rustled under the soft steps of the older Winchester's boots.
"And he's been missing for one day now! Thought you'd have reason enough to tell me sooner!" Sam glanced at his brother noticing the worry displayed on the other hunter's face. Worry and embarrassment.
"Sam, he told me he'd hunt down the freaking Charmin' Bear!!" Dean gestured with his gun-holding hand in a very exasperated way that made Sam step out of his brother's field of fire.
"Over there!" The younger Winchester pointed to a spot a few feet to their left where a sheet of white toilet paper was dangling from a branch. "We'll just have to follow the track."
"Freakin' toilet paper instead of bread crumbs," Dean mumbled under his breath. "I sure ain't Gretel. Our live can't possibly get weirder."
An: Written for caffienekitty whose subconsciousness prompted: Castiel roaming around the woods outside the local mall, hunting down the Charmin' toilet paper bears