THE JOY OF SOCKS
There's always that one friend who's difficult to buy for.
Disclaimer: I don't own them
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"Dean, what should we get Cas for Christmas?"
"Socks?"
"Damnit Dean, we've got him socks every year; let's try to show some imagination."
"Okay, what about booze?"
"He's an angel – he doesn't drink."
"Skin mags?"
"Dean, really? He's a freaking angel!"
"I know! What about a harp?"
"What?"
"You said yourself, he's an angel! All angels play harps."
"When have you ever seen Cas playing a goddamn harp?"
"That's 'cause he hasn't got one!"
"Do you really wanna sit here in the bunker listening to Cas plinking and plonking and strumming a frigging harp all day and night?"
"Hmmm …"
"Socks it is then."
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