Castiel eyed the hot-dog.
"Go on – good f'ya!"
"Cas – no! S'poison!"
Castiel looked from one Winchester to another. Whom to believe?
"It is sagging."
Dean and Sam both doubled up.
This was of little help. He would consult someone less… compromised. He left – clutching the object.
Later he appeared in their motel room. He was "loud" about it – filling the room with angelic light.
They woke up instantly.
"Whoa! What happened – are you okay?"
"This is called ketchup" he said pointing to the red stain. "And this" pointing to his eye, "is a 'brand.'"
"No Cas. That, is a bruise."