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Chapter two: 'Schnitzel'

The boys and Castiel reappeared in the middle of a busy street in NYC, and Sam almost got hit by a taxicab. Sam and Dean ran across the intersection, ignoring the angry, honking drivers, Dean pulling Castiel along.

"This is a very loud place," Castiel remarked. A man brushed into Castiel's shoulder, hard, and didn't even stop to apologize. "And the people are rude, too."

"Yeah, well, that's the city, baby." Dean looked at Castiel. "You have been to the city before, haven't you?"

"Yes, I have been to cities, but not this particular city." Castiel replied as a woman pushed into him.

"Well, New York City is different then other cities. It's the greatest city in the world!" Dean exclaimed loudly, and several people around him whooped in agreement. They started walking down the crowded sidewalk and Dean and Sam stood on either side of Castiel so he wouldn't get pushed around so much.

Castiel frowned. "Is that a fact, or just your opinion?"

Dean opened his mouth to put Castiel straight, but Sam interrupted. "Dean, shouldn't we go?"

"Yeah, that's right. C'mon, Cass."

"Where exactly are we going? Where is this schnitzel that you needed my help with?" Castiel asked.

"Well, the thing is, Cass," Dean began. "We kind of lied to you."

Castiel raised his eyebrows. "About what?"

"There is no monster. We just wanted you to come with us." Sam said.

"Why?"

"Because you could use a little vacation from all this crap. Me and Sam, we get to have a bit of a break driving around, but you're stuck in heaven with all those other frigging angels, and we thought you could use a break. Call it a little day trip."

"I do not need a break. If you do not need my assistance, I should go." Castiel said. He was annoyed that the Winchesters called him down for nothing, and then made him bring them to New York City.

"C'mon, Cass, see it as a thanks from us for everything you've done for us." Sam said.

"I really should get back." Castiel said, and was about to return to heaven, when Dean grabbed his arm. "And don't do your disappearing trick, either. By doing this, you're helping us, help you."

Castiel looked puzzled. "So I have to help you help me?"

"Yes, that's right." Dean said, satisfied that he convinced the angel."It's just one day. We'll have a little fun, and then you could zap us back and do all your angel stuff." Dean said. He looked around as a blonde woman walked by, swinging her hips. He gestured to her, and Sam shook his head wearily.

"This is for Castiel, Dean, not you."

"Right." Dean clapped his hands together. "So what should we do first?"

"Well, I'm starving. Let's get something to eat." Sam suggested.

"Right. Good old New York food" Dean stopped and looked around, searching for a food cart. "Ah-ha! We can take care of the schnitzel after all!" Dean had spotted a German schnitzel food cart. The owner was yelling, in a slightly deep German accent, "Schneetzels! Delicious meat on a stick! Schneetzels! Fried meatsticks!"

Dean went over and ordered three, and brought them over to where Sam and Castiel were still standing against a building, trying to avoid being trampled. He handed one to Sam, and the other to Castiel.

Castiel stared at what looked like a sausage speared on a stick, dripping oil onto the sidewalk.

"I don't need to eat, Dean." Castiel reminded him.

"Yeah, but you can eat right? Just try it."

"It's delicious," Sam agreed, chewing heartily.

Castiel sighed and looked at the food in hand in disgust. Dean was watching him expectantly. Castiel sighed before bringing the meat up to his mouth and nibbled a tiny piece off the top. Things he did for the Winchesters.

"Well?" Dean smiled. "Good, isn't it?"

"I suppose," Castiel agreed grudgingly, taking another bite. He was surprised. It did tasste good. Even though he never ate, it felt satisfying to chew on the fatty food.

Dean nudged Sam hard in the side, and he coughed, spitting the piece of schnitzel that was in his mouth onto the ground.

"He likes it. I actually got Cass to eat!" Dean said excitedly.

Sam glared at him, massaging his sore side. "Jerk."

"Bitch." Dean replied with his familiar retort.

"If you two are done.." Castiel said. He had enjoyed the human food, but he was starting to get anxious about getting back.

"Yeah, right." Dean pushed Sam again. "What should we do next?"

"What about we go shopping for new clothes for you? How long have you been wearing that same shirt and trenchcoat?" Dean said.

"Great, shopping with an angel. This should be interesting." Sam said and followed Dean and Castiel as they continued down the crowded sidewalk.

Next, Castiel gets picky about his clothes

This was just a stupid idea I had, and I don't know if you guys like it or not, so please review and let me know!