Tittle: The Plan
Challenge: Relax
Disclaimer: Kripike is just jealous that the fangirls write better than him...but he did kinda come up with the idea first.
Word Count: 100!!!
A/N: What started off as crack, quickly became something all together diffrent. Enjoy?
"Wassamatter?"
Dean looked up. "I had those dreams again."
Dean sighed as he gazed at the stars. On the roof sitting next to him, Castiel looked up. "Yeah, me to."
Dean raised an eyebrow. "Really?"
Castiel shook the stars from his eyes. "Yeah. I'm just… worried, y'know?"
Dean nodded. "What if there's not really any plan?"
Castiel frowned slightly. He reached behind himself and withdrew a bag. "S'okay. You can relax. ... Hey, I brought the beer…"
The each took a beer, and popped the cap. They toasted to heaven's success.
Castiel muttered, "I mean, there's gotta be a plan, right?"