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Castiel was experiencing withdrawals.
It was awful, a constant gnawing in his gut that would only be satisfied by the one thing the Winchesters weren't giving him: glitter.
Cas was the first to admit that he was less than familiar with human customs and traditions. But he liked to think he at least had a rudimentary understanding of human history, having experienced much of it himself. He knew that humans had been struggling with drug addiction for many centuries. He couldn't help but see some similarities between his glitter cravings and a hard core drug addiction, but he refused to believe himself that far gone. Despite Dean's adamant assertions to the contrary, Castiel believed that he could successfully nip his glitter loving tendencies if the occasion called for it.
And honestly, he didn't understand what all the fuss was about. His vessel would not be damaged—even the abuse wrought by actual hard narcotics could be remedied. They weren't on a hunt and his skills were therefore not required. He was simply indulging himself.
Or, that had been Cas' view of his love for glitter. He was rather forced by circumstances to accept that perhaps his problem was slightly worse than he previously acknowledged.
It had started innocuously enough: with a harmless bout of B and E to a local convenience shop. The Winchesters had been hunting a particularly nasty sprit and needed some last minute, spur of the moment supplies that couldn't wait until the morning. Castiel had accompanied them on their excursion.
He wandered through the store, peering down the aisles and looking at the various unnecessary knick knacks and trash that covered the shelves. Down one aisle, it was heaven on earth. There was no other way to explain it. The aisle was full of snow globes. Inside the snow globes and suspended in water for his viewing pleasure, was glitter. Castiel felt a need rising up within him like he had never felt before. In all of his previous encounters with glitter… okay, he didn't remember much, but he hadn't recalled such a raging craving. It felt like a hungry beast squirming in his gut. It demanded attention and satisfaction, but more importantly, it demanded glitter.
Cas recalled nearing a shelf of snow globes and picking one up. Past that moment of sheer joy at his discovery, he did not remember anything. The next thing he knew, the Winchesters were standing before him with their jaws on the floor. Cas had emerged from his bliss-induced haze to find himself covered in snow globe glitter, the shattered remnants of said snow globes littering the floor of the store like the aftermath of an explosion.
Two days later and Castiel was still blowing glitter from his nose.
Oh yes, he had a problem.
