I don't own Supernatural but if I did they're be more sassy angels like Gabe and Balthazar.
If there was one thing the members of Team Free Will could agree on it was that witches were a pain in the ass. Dean in particular had what could be described as a passionate hatred of them. Something about "They're always spewing their bodily fluids everywhere…" which he considered "highly sanitary." Castiel didn't like them because at times they were nearly impossible to track and blended easily with the general population. Currently, they were after a coven that had taken up residence just outside of in a more rural section of Virginia. It had been about a week, and slowly they had whittled down the members of the coven. However, this was not the only development of the week.
It seemed that one of their neighbors at the motel had taken a liking to Castiel, much to Dean and Gabriel's amusement (Sam would just sigh and roll his eyes). They would go so far as to suggest that little old Mrs. Smith, or Gertrude as she insisted Castiel call her, was harboring a small crush.
"Dude, she totally has a thing for you."
"What do you mean 'have a thing for me'", Castiel gestured the quotations, as he often did when he was frustrated.
"What he means, Bro, is that she wants you to be her cub."
"Her cub?"
"Dude, she's totally a Cougar."
"I don't see how large predatory cats have anything to do with this situation."
Gabriel and Dean looked at each other and sighed.
"How about we actually work on finding these witches instead of sitting and gossiping?" Sam muttered under his breath.
"Sounds good to me."
Half an hour later, they found a lead on the coven leader. Gabriel volunteered to go investigate, claiming he needed to get out of the room. Castiel however suspected that his motivation was more inclined to the ice cream parlor they had saw downtown. To error on the side of caution, Castiel suggested that he take either Sam or Dean with him. Sam protested on the grounds that he was busy doing research, Dean protested because well, Dean was Dean. To settle the matter, a game of rock, paper, scissors ensued. Needless to say, Dean lost.
"You know this wouldn't happen if you didn't choose the same thing all the time."
Dean just stuck out his tongue at Castiel before following him out the door. Some time after they left, there was a knock at the door. The two men looked at the door before turning to stare at each other. Quickly, Castiel strode to the door and opened it a crack.
"Hello, dear."
"Hello Mrs. Smith, is there something you needed assistance with?"
"Yes, dear. I was wondering if you could watch Pinky for awhile. I have an appointment for a perm and the poor dear is sensitive to all the chemicals."
Castiel looked down at the dog in the woman's arms, a small Yorkshire Terrier with a pink bow. He looked back up at the woman and sighed.
"I would happy to look after… Pinky for you, Mrs. Smith."
She dropped the dog into his arms. "Please dear, you really must call me Gertrude. I'll pick him up once I'm done. Might just pick you up too, dear."
She winked at Castiel before turning to leave. Castiel quickly shut and locked the door before letting Pinky down. The dog scurried across the motel floor jumping and settling into one of the chairs.
"I think I am beginning to see what Dean meant."
Sam sighed. "You really shouldn't have taken the dog, Cas."
"I know, it's probably encouraging her, but I felt it would have been rude to say no."
"That's not what I meant. Dean isn't…"
He was interrupted by the door unlocking.
"Well that was pointless."
"I thought it went well."
"Yeah only because you got ice cream out of it, didn't you?"
Dean and Gabriel entered, each holding a cone of ice cream. All of a sudden a growling sound emanated from where Pinky had been nestled. Dean shoved his ice cream at Gabriel as he slowly backed to the opposite wall.
"Cas? Sammy? What's that thing doing here?" The dog growled more. "He-elp!"
Castiel tilted his head in confusion.
"What's with him and Pinky?"
Sam continued to type at the computer. Meanwhile, Dean had found his way onto the bed and Pinky had found his way to the side on the bed, still growling.
"Just ignore him, Cas, he's an embarrassment to his species."
"I'm going to kill you all. J-just yo-u wa-it."
By this time Gabriel was practically rolling on the ground with laughter. That was until his eyes met a pair of beady eyes and a low growling noise.
"Holy crap."
Gabriel leapt up onto a chair just as Pinky made a move for his ankles.
"SEE!? I told you so! That dog's probably a trained killer."
"Dean just because you had that one incident with that one poodle doesn't mean that all dogs are out to get you."
"Yeah whatever, bitch."
"I'm still going to sue God for false advertising."
Sam laughed but Dean just glared.
"Very funny, Cas."
Castiel smirked, "I thought it was hilarious."
So it's totally by accident that this chapter totally lined up with this weeks episode theme wise. I'm rather proud of myself. Anywho, hope you enjoyed and don't forget to review, favorite, follow and all that jazz...
