D'script.: Castiel learns the definition of irony the hard way.

Disc.: I own nothing, especially not Funkytown. However, this little fic is my particular happy place. ^.~

Love: I used to be intense on cynicism. Perhaps this is my ode to it. If it is, how ironic that it's come out in such terrible form XD.

Code

"It's like a secret code for just us; it lets us know that you're in danger," Sam said to the angel for the umpteenth time.

Dean rubbed a hand over his face as he put his car in park and stretched out, "Give it a break, Sammy. He doesn't get it.'

Castiel was still confused, "Why can't I just tell you that I'm in danger?"

Sam sighed, "Because it may be a situation where you're held hostage, but they let you call us for you to tell us that you're okay, not to worry, not to come after you. That's when you use the code, Cas. It's an indirect way of asking for help."

"Why can't I kill them and leave on my own?" Castiel asked.

Dean was immediately in Castiel's face, irate, "Because! I've told you, Cas. That's the angel-way of doing things. Killing when you don't get your way. You're doing this the human-way now. And you'll only use your shit in emergencies. You hear me? E-MER-gen-cies."

Sam pushed Dean back a little, "Relax. He didn't kill anyone, he's just asking a question."

Castiel visibly shrunk in the backseat from Dean's anger. Sam frowned at that and glanced at Dean who got the hint and spared a look at Castiel to mumble out a soft, "Sorry."

Castiel nodded in acceptance, "No, you're right. I should be more considerate of human lives. After all, you are both human. You do it the human-way."

Sam smiled, "It's not really the human-way, it's more the hunter-way but you're catching on."

Castiel agreed, before asking, "Where's Funkytown?"

Dean's lips curled in an automatic grin, "It's not a real location, it's Lipps, Inc's happy place."

"Happy?" Castiel asked, "If I'm captured, why would I be telling you that I'm in a happy place?"

Sam smiled at the irony, "Do you want to take this one, or should I?" he asked his brother.

Dean nodded, "I'll do it. Cas," he said, turning around to look at the angel, "It's just an expression. And it works better than saying, "I'm having a blast in Hell's Paradise.""

"Hell is not a paradise. Dean, you should know that," Castiel said seriously.

Dean rolled his eyes, "Yeah. Cas, I'm well aware. These are just expressions."

"How will you know I'm really in danger if I tell you that I'm in a happy place?"

"Because you'll be saying Funkytown, and that's different. That's a code word," Sam explained, "It's not about the meaning."

Castiel sighed and looked Heavenward, "God, why did you give them idioms?"

"You just need a sense of humour, buddy. It's no wonder you don't understand half the shit we say. It's either ironic or cynical, two things you know very little about," Dean said.

"I understand irony." Castiel said defensively.

Dean smiled, "Oh, yeah? Let's try this: Sam, explaining this shit to Cas has sent me straight to Funkytown."

Sam chuckled as both brothers saw Castiel's expression go from confused, to pensive and finally miffed. He shot Dean a glare.

"I do not appreciate that," Castiel said in a hard tone.

Sam smiled at how that backfired at Dean, "Whaddya know, I guess he does get irony."

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