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"I'm gonna kill him." Dean didn't even wait for Cas to appear before he started ranting. "That son of a bitch slashed my tires."

The rustling sound Dean had grown accustomed to announced Cas's arrival.

"I mean, I know he's not as attached to Baby as I am, but slashing her tires?" Dean conjured up a beer bottle just so he could throw it at a wall.

"Baby?"

"The Impala. Sam slashed her tires. I can't drive her if the wheels are slashed," he explained when Cas just stared at him.

"I see." The angel nodded thoughtfully.

Dean huffed and turned around. A gun materialized in his hand at the same time as a row of pictures of Sam making stupid faces. Dean started shooting rhythmically at them.

Cas watched for a while quietly, but eventually interrupted. "I am confused. I thought you loved your brother."

"I do," Dean said between shots. "I just really hate him right now. Do you have siblings?"

"Yes."

"Do you always just want good things to happen to them? Or do you sometimes just want to pop them right in their smug face." He emphasized each word with a shot.

Cas frowned.

"There's no way that you get along with them all the time."

"I suppose not. Once Balthazar blamed me for the destruction of a city, but it was actually him and no one listened to me."

"See? Wouldn't you like to take out some of that anger? And by doing it in a dream there are no repercussions in real life. Here." Dean tossed the weapon toward the angel. "You try."

Cas turned to the pictures that were now generic stick figures of angels with wings and halos. "Balthazar does not look like that."

"Well, the only angel I can base him off of is you so this will have to do."

Cas's brow furrowed and he looked between the gun and the pictures.

"You're telling me you don't know how to shoot?"

"In theory." He held out the weapon in an easy grip, the weapon listing slightly to the side. "I am much more accustomed to my angel blade." The angel straightened the gun and pulled the trigger without hesitation. The loud retort and backlash didn't seem to effect Cas in anyway. Not a flinch or a blink. The bullet hit directly above the crudely drawn halo.

"Not bad, Tex. But not great either. Support the gun with both hands and aim down the barrel, don't just point in a general direction." Dean waited expectantly.

Castiel sighed and shot again, this time hitting the center of the halo.

"Are you trying to hit the halo? I mean, is that your guys' weak spot?"

"I was aiming for what represented angels. I thought the halo was the most appropriate mark."

It was Dean's turn to sigh and rub a hand over his face. "The point of this is to kill your target, not to make it not an angel."

"In that case." A silver blade dropped from the sleeve of Cas's trenchcoat and into his empty right hand. With a flick of his wrist, he propelled the blade deep into the chest of the drawn angel. "Angels can be killed by only a few things. An angel blade is the most effective."

Dean walked over and pulled the weapon out. "This little thing?"

"I assure you, it's extremely effective." Cas gave the gun to Dean and took his blade. "I would never actually use it unless extremely necessary. Even this exercise makes me uncomfortable." Cas touched the paper and the cut and bullet holes disappeared. "Just as I'm sure you would never use any weapons on Sam. Especially not for something as meaningless as vehicle tires. Besides, it seems to me the real issue is something more than brotherly frustration."

Dean raised an eyebrow.

Cas shook his head slowly. "It doesn't seem like Sam would do this. Not if he knew it would cause you this much distress."

Dean looked down at the gun and when he looked back up, Cas was gone.

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