Bad Joke
"Dam that Castiel!"
There were the sounds of feet hitting wood outside the door.
"Cas?" He called out – and fidgeted against the tight rope.
Oh, the indignity! Bugger the danger! Nine hundred years old and he was knocked out like some light weight and tied up in his underwear.
The footsteps were getting louder.
What was it that had knocked him out?
What was it!
He hadn't even seen it – it had crept up behind him.
Urgh, what was that creature?
The Doctor tensed and the door swung open and a second later Dean charged in with Castiel behind. The Doctor slumped over relieved, and took a light breath, then shot the angel daggers with his eyes, "Castiel, you minx! You left me!"
"Happy April's fools," Cas replied in his deep tone.
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