It's a complex challenge this week. The double drabble (thus 200 words) must be about Cas and include the words Lost and Glade.
Here you go. Happy Birthday LazerWolf.
"What the hell are ya doing, Cas? It's not exactly 'Glade' fresh anywhere in here but sniffing the carpet? Just no, okay?"
Dean's face is a picture of 'Oo, icky!' and it's hardly surprising cause the ex-angel is on all fours, ass in the air with his nose to the floor as he stretches an arm under the heavy old dresser that takes up most of one wall of their disheveled motel room.
"Mmmff!"
The ex-celestial waveform grunts articulately.
"Okaay...copy that."
Dean snarks as he drops to the bed, drying his hair on a towel so thin it's virtually see-through as Cas admits defeat and sits back dejectedly on his heels.
His face is care-worn, wistful and a little lost and the hunter's disgust gives way to compassion instantly.
"I lost it..."
Cas murmurs sadly.
"What?"
"A feather...I'd taken it out to look at it and it blew under there."
He nods to the dresser as Dean quirks an eyebrow.
"Last feather that fell before I lost my wings."
Cas whispers and Dean's heart stills in his chest. He drops the towel and gets to his knees beside Cas.
"We'll find it."
He promises solemnly.
Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it.