That time gremlins moved into the bunker.

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Fury

Gremlins

Sam wandered into the bunker's kitchen, clearly fresh from a shower but he still sported a patchy beard and a troubled look. "Has anyone seen my electric razor?"

Neither his brother nor his brother's angel…friend looked up from their place at the kitchen table. Dean barely acknowledged him over the Sunday morning paper. "I don't know."

"Gremlins." Cas announced through a mouthful of Special K.

Sam glared at his brother who still didn't look up. "I thought I told you not to let him watch that movie."

"I didn't."

"I watched it on my own time. It was not very accurate. Gremlins do not look like that."

Focus, Sam. At least the angel was looking at him. "Wait, you're saying Gremlins are real?"

"And they took your razor, yes."

"Why?"

Dean chuckled "Because they want you to keep the beard." He glanced up to meet his brother's eyes with a smirk. "Or your version of a beard."

Sam just rolled his eyes. "Very funny. Cas, what makes you think Gremlins did this?"

"I saw them last night." The angel took another bite of his cereal with a little too much vigor.

"What?" Sam straightened.

Dean actually put his paper down to face Cas. "And you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't want to wake you."

Focus, Sam. Again. "What were they doing?"

Cas put his spoon gently on the side of his bowl and swallowed, barely meeting Sam's eyes. "They were…playing with the blender. And they broke it."

Dean sat up. "Wait a minute, you told me this morning that you broke the blender."

"Did I?"

"Yeah, remember?" Dean leaned forward with a mischievous smile and a hushed voice. "You looked so guilty, I coaxed it out of you."

"Ew."

"Not the point Sam." His eyes never left the angel's – who was practically twitching in his seat. "So what really happened to Sam's razor, Cas?"

"It may have gotten…flushed down the toilet."

Dean couldn't help it; he broke eye contact and covered his mouth with his fist in a vain attempt to smother his laughter.

Sam was less impressed. "Oh my god." He glared at his brother who still hadn't stopped snickering. "You are not allowed to take the angel to Starbucks anymore."

Dean actually looked indignant. "It was one shot of espresso."

"It kept him awake for three days. In the bunker. Three days!"

The hunter held his hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay. No more espresso." He turned to the angel with amusement shining in his eyes. "And no more movie marathons without me. You get weird."

Cas, chewed his cereal slowly and deliberately, watching the exchange between the brothers in a daze. "Okay."