"Sam... Sam, is that a Pacman back there?" Dean asked, pointing towards the back of the restaurant and giving Sam his holy-fuck-how-did-you-not-notice-and-tell-me-this- before-we-got-here-so-that-I-could-get-quarters look. It's a long look.

"What's a Pack Man?" asked Castiel, giving first Sam, then Dean, his deadpanned-but-cutely-confuzzled look.

"Not, 'Pack Man,' Cas, Pacman. It's only the best thing ever invented!"

"What about the Universe?" Castiel asked inquiringly. Dean sighed.

"Don't be so literal, Cas."

"But I can't be figurative. Angels are real. Surely you've figured that out by now."

Sam sniggered, then coughed awkwardly and hid his mouth behind his hand as Dean turned to glare at him.

"Cas... just come watch!" Dean rolled his eyes, grabbed Castiel by his arm, and dragged him over to the corner that held the glorious Pacman machine. "Here's what you do: You stick a quarter- wait, two quarters? Damn those expensive bastards! Anyway, you stick two quarters in, and then you're that little yellow thing down there, see?" Dean pointed through the screen into the strange glowing box, Cas leaning over his shoulder.

"That strange yellow object?" Castiel asked curiously.

"Yeah, and you have to get away from the ghosts. Those are those weird things, the ones in different colors?"

"Those look nothing like ghosts. Ghosts aren't red, or pink, or green, or orange."

Dean sighed in a vaguely affectionate way. "Yeah, Cas, I know, but the people who made the game didn't know, did they? And anyway, that doesn't matter. What matters is that you have to eat the little white balls."

Cas looked even more confused. "You do? What balls? How do you know who has little white balls?"

Dean laughed so hard that he lost his first life, and he only managed to clear a quarter of the... little white balls. As he played, he explained: "No one has the little white balls, they're just there, all over the screen. Your job is to move around and eat them. Get it?"

Cas examined the game once more as Dean forced the little yellow thing to duck and dodge around ghosts, trying to get the little white balls, which needed an actual name because saying "little white balls" was embarrassing.

"I don't understand this at all. Dean, do you find amusement in this pointless game?"

Dean half-glared at him. "Here Cas, you try, then you'll see how pointless it is!" He moved out of the way, stationed the angel (or "baby in a trench coat") in front of the game, then popped in a couple of quarters. "Do your worst."

Castiel stared at Dean bemusedly, before turning to the game. He lost almost immediately, as he had not quite gotten the hang of the joystick, and then, with the next life, he beat the first level and half of the third, making Dean glare at him in annoyance. Cas didn't notice the glare, because he was too involved with beating the second level, then the third, then getting another life, then losing a life and then beating the fourth and fifth level before dying. When the game was over, he stared at the screen for a moment, as if wondering what had happened, then turned to Dean and just stared at him. He didn't ask for another round. He didn't ask for anything. He just stared at Dean, and Dean freaked out internally, because Cas was good at puppy-dog eyes. Finally, Dean bent down and put two more quarters into the machine, then left to go pout at the table, across from Sam, who caught his eye and smirked before turning to his pizza.

After that night, the pizza parlor's Pacman Machine had a new, unbeatable high score, marked as "C D"

A/N So yeah, I was playing Pacman and I was like, OMG IT WOULD BE SO CUTE IF DEAN SHOWED CAS HOW TO PLAY PACMAN and yeah, this happened.