Dean sat at the small table, trying to find more lure on how to kill a child's thought projection of the 'monster in her closet.'
Good grief, this was a weird case.
The door opened and he stole a glance, expecting it to be Sam, back from his trip to the trunk.
Instead, he found himself doing a double take when he saw Cas enter, with a rope in one hand tethered to a-
Dean stared, turning sideways in the chair and stretching his legs.
"Oh, look. You brought dinner with you." he said nonchalantly.
The look on Castiel's face was priceless. It was the perfect balance of shock, horror, disbelief and anger, with a hint of betrayal thrown in.
The fallen angel opened his mouth, as if to say something, but closed it. He thought a moment and opened it again, just to shut it with an audible click. He glared ominously at the hunter before turning on his heels and storming out of the room, dragging the poor creature behind him.
Dean couldn't help but laugh at the teenager-like response of the other man.
Well, that was fast, easy and mess free. If he'd known that was all it would take to make Cas get ride of his little pets, Dean would have threaten to eat them sooner.
Sam returned a moment later, looking back over his shoulder in pure confusion.
"Was that Cas?"
"Yep." Dean answered, turning back to the laptop.
Sam looking back to his older brother.
"…And was that a turkey? Why the Hell is Cas walking around a city with a turkey on a leash?"
Dean just laughed.
"Hey," he said suddenly, leaning closer to the computer screen, "I think I found something."
Sam glanced behind him one last time, only to find nothing out of the ordinary. Shaking his head at the absurdity of it all, he closed the door and walked over to his brother, dropping the bag near their feet.