"Are your eyes in your pocket?" Dean snarled.
"No." the angel replied calmly, "Are yours?"
"No. And he doesn't."
"Yes he does."
"Doesn't."
"He does."
"No. To infinity."
Castiel huffed. "You're so childish."
"And you're too adult." Dean grinned. When it earned him a celestial glare, he suddenly decided the first topic was more important and gestured towards the screen. "That guy doesn't look like me, Cas. Nowhere near."
"Are you sure you've really looked at him?" the angel replied, then he sighed softly, "Or were you too busy looking at the young woman with him?"
Dean opened his mouth, only to close it a moment later. "Not my fault she's hot." He mumbled. "Anyway," he said out loud, "That guy… he's goofy, he's a smartass, he's annoying…"
"Exactly." The angel mumbled.
"I'm sorry, what did you just say?"
Castiel just looked at him innocently. "Nothing." He said. "Anyways, who talked about personality? I'm just talking about the way he looks."
"Well, it's nothing like me." He says. When the young man on the screen grinned. "Come on! He looks like he's six years old!" he almost whined.
"And you sound like it." he just stated.
Dean sulked, looking back at the man in question. He was kinda tall, with green eyes, freckles and sandy blond hair… yeah, like him, but there are a lot of men that fill the description… right?
"He's skinny, too!" Dean pointed out.
"Then this is what you would look like if you hadn't been doing workout." The angel simply replied.
"Damn it, Cas!" Dean barked, "He doesn't look like me!"
"Why are you getting mad about this?" the celestial was genuinely confused. He'd just stated a fact, an opinion. Opinions are subjective. So there is really no good or bad answer. So what was the point in arguing over it?
Dean seemed to know, though. He was glaring furiously at the screen, mumbling something about finding out if angels are immune to the colt. This was slowly becoming an obsession.
"Because, Cas," Sam said as he got out of the bathroom, "Dean doesn't like it when people discuss the way he looks." He grinned at his brother, only to meet a death glare that would have impressed Wednesday Addams herself.
"I didn't discuss it." the angel frowned, getting more and more confused, "I just pointed out a resemblance between your brother and this character."
Sam followed the gesture and looked at the screen. When he saw the man in question, he started snickering like a madman. "Dude, Cas is right!"
"Thank you, Samuel." The angel simply said.
"Sam, don't you start!" Dean warned.
"Come on, it's true!" when they saw the character walk away, Sam went from snickering to full heated laughter. "He's even got them!" he said triumphantly.
"Got what?" Dean grumbled, already knowing he was going to regret it.
"The…" Sam breathed, "The legs!"
Dean looked back at the screen. What was his brother talking about now? The angel seemed to understand though.
"He's right." Castiel said, "His legs are like yours."
"What do you mean, like mine?"
Castiel hesitated. He looked at Sam for some support, but his embarrassment was only nourishing the youngest Winchester's laughter. "Well, they're…"
"They're what?!"
"They have a weird shape." The angel finally said. "Other people's legs are straight. Yours – and this man's – are a little… How should I put it?" he asked Sam.
The taller man just looked at his brother and managed to take a breath. "They're crooked!" he said, which sent him right back to hysteria.
However, it didn't seem to be the right term as Dean's cheeks turned a bright red and his eyes threw lightning. "It's called bow legs, you morons!" he yelled as he got up.
The angel stared disbelievingly at his charge's legs. "Dean, you should have told me sooner."
"About what?!"
"This condition of yours. If I'd known, I would have corrected it while I could still heal."
Sam's breath went from spasmodic to erratic, and his ribs threatened to tear through his chest, but damn if that didn't feel good.
Furious, Dean stormed out of the room, went into the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. It took a while, but Sam managed to sober up, wiping away the tears of laughter at the corner of his eyes.
"Locking himself in the bathroom." Sam commented, still a little out of breath, "What a girly thing to do."
"Sam?" Castiel asked after a while.
"Yeah?"
The angel pointed at the screen. "Why does that man have a barcode on his neck?"
The end.
So, GaelicAngel's idea, to make Cas see Gilmore Girls and notice the resemblance with Sam, made me think of doing the same with Dark Angel. Only Dean's a little sensitive about comments on the way he looks!
Also, I took the liberty to throw in something Jared has said about Jensen's goofy grin ("He looks like he's six years old!") ^^
Thanks for reading, see you tomorrow!
nerwende