December 18th
An early winter snowstorm, a highway-turned-skating-rink, a 7-car pile-up, countless police and rescue personnel, and a dead-stop traffic jam that had no end in sight. This was going to be an interesting afternoon.
Sam looked up news reports on his computer about the accident but there was nothing encouraging.
"It says it'll be a few hours at least. They're going to try and re-route the jam but they're expecting another six inches of snow and that's going snarl things up."
Dean blew out a breath of aggravation.
"At least we have a full tank of gas if we have to spend the night in the car," he said and checked his watch. "I'll call Cas, let him know we'll be late." He looked out the windshield at the mess. "Very, very late."
Sam hmpf'd an amused agreement and went back to his computer while Dean shook his head and dialed Cas.
After a few moments, Dean started to say hello, but then he got a puzzled look on his face.
"What's my favorite color? What the hell has that got to do with anything?"
His expression went from puzzled to annoyed.
"What the - ? it's 'National Answer the phone like Buddy the Elf Day'? Who the hell is Buddy the Elf? No, I never watched Elf." Dean turned to Sam, "Have we ever watched Elf?" Asking it like Sam damn well better say 'no'.
Sam held his hands up in a 'don't involve me' gesture and Dean sighed and dragged a hand over his face.
"Yes, Cas. I enjoy celebrating National Day Of - when I know what the hell it is. When it actually involves me…"
He listened another while longer.
"Migrant Day? How is that our day? It's not like Sammy or me ever picked fruit. Even on a hunt, we never -" Dean sighed again. He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Yes, Cas. We do travel around for work. If that makes us migrants."
Dean rolled his eyes and tossed over to Sam, "Now we're migrants," before turning his attention back to Cas.
"Cas - just listen to me. Okay? I'm only calling to tell you we're going to be late. We're stuck in a traffic jam and it could be a few more hours until we get moving again. I just wanted to let you know…okay, sure. When we get home, we can celebrate 'Bake A Cookie Day'. What other day? Suck what? Suckling Pig Day? I don't even know what that is."
Sam was about to explain it to him, when Dean's eyes grew wide with disbelief and revulsion as Cas apparently described it to him.
"A baby pig? A whole baby pig? No. Geesh. Why do you think I eat burgers? Because they in no way resemble a cow. No, Cas. No. We are not celebrating baby pig on a spit day. That's final. Sure, we'll celebrate any other day you want when we get back, but not that. Got it?"
Dean clicked off and shoved the phone back in his pocket.
"Cas enjoying celebrating the days?" Sam asked.
"I created a monster." Dean answered. "There's one more day he said he wants us to celebrate when we get back. I don't know what. As long as it's not baby pig."
He shifted a little to get comfortable for the long wait out of the traffic jam and Sam bit his lip to keep from smirking. But Dean saw it and recognized it immediately.
"What? What Day did I just sign up for?"
Sam let himself smile. If Dean agreed to the Day, even not knowing what it was, Cas would hold him to it, and Dean knew it.
"National Wear a Plunger on your Head Day."
"Ugh." Dean leaned his head back against the seat and declared. "I don't care when this jam breaks up. We're not getting home until after midnight…"
After a moment's consideration, he asked,
"Wait - what are tomorrow's days?"
The End
