Bouncing Around
A Supernatural/Psych Crossover Crack Fic
Part Seven- It's All About the Faith.
Castiel stood before the roadside fruit stand curiously staring at the displayed produce. The vendor was sitting in a folding chair, feet propped up on the table, slowing flipping through a newspaper. "You see something you want?"
Pineapple. Noun. A large juicy tropical fruit consisting of aromatic edible yellow flesh surrounded by a tough segmented skin and topped with a tuft of stiff leaves. "These are pineapples." The angel managed to make it both a question and a statement as he looked at the yellow and green fruit.
The vendor answered without looking up. "Eighty-two percent Hawaiian."
Pineapple. Family Bromeliaceae. The widely cultivated tropical American plant that bears this fruit. It is low-growing, with a spiral of spiny sword shaped leaves on a thick stem. Cas picked up one of the fruits and turned it over in his hands as he tried to puzzle out the significance. In observing his Father he'd learned many things about the man. One was an apparent obsession with pineapples which seemed to be shared by most of the humans he interacted with.
Hopefully, when all was said and done, God would forgive him for his behavior.
Castiel gripped the fruit by the leaves, thinking deeply. Pineapple. Noun. Informal, a hand grenade. He blinked and held the plant away from his body as an idea formed. Vaguely he recalled a comment of Jimmy's when they had shared a body, in one of the few moments the human was awake, and marveled at the wisdom and generosity of his Father.
The fruit seller stretched and spat into the dirt. "You gonna buy that or look at it?"
Informal. Hand grenade. Holy Hand Grenade? Castiel vanished.
The vendor looked up the faint sound of rustling and cursed. Blasted punk took my pineapples!
End.
