Paper Airplanes

-Scenario where Castiel is attacked-

"We're not getting anywhere." Dean groaned, rubbing his face with one hand.

"I told you that an hour ago." Annabel said as she put the finishing touches on her doodle.

"Guys, come on. We can find the answer. Just keep looking." Sam encouraged.

"God, Sam, where did you learn to do that damned puppy-dog eyes look?" Annabel frowned. She'd never seen anyone do it so well.

"Me." Dean replied.

She snorted. "No offence, Dean, but when you try to do it you end up looking constipated." She told him and his jaw dropped.

"Well, you're in a wonderfully bitchy mood today." He replied.

"I'm bored of this." She defended.

Castiel appeared next to Sam on the couch, "Hey Cas." Dean said. "What brings you by?"

"I'm not needed at the moment. I thought to visit you." He explained.

"Good, you can help us with this case." Sam told him.

He nodded and picked up a book to look through while Sam briefed him on what was going on.

Annabel sighed and leaned back in her chair, staring at the paper on the table in front of her. She raised an eyebrow and pursed her lips then smirked. "Annabel, you're a genius." She smirked and started to work.

"What?" Dean asked from across from her.

She looked at him then held up her paper airplane. "Ten bucks says I can hit our friendly neighborhood angel." She said.

Dean raised an eyebrow then looked at Sam and Cas on the other side of the room. There was no way she could; those things barely flew no matter how well they were made.

"Scared to lose, Winchester?" she taunted with a smirk.

"Not on your life, Beckett. I accept." He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back.

She smirked again and lined up her shot. She threw it and it hit the angel in the middle of the forehead. She stood up and cheered with her hands above her head. Dean cursed and dug out his wallet then gave her a ten. She smiled, dancing around more, waving around the bill. Sam eyed them in confusion while Cas looked down at the floor where the paper plane had landed after hitting him.

He picked it up and examined it. "What is this?" he asked seriously.

"It's a paper airplane." Dean told him as Annabel tucked her money in her pocket.

He frowned. "It tried to eliminate me."

"No it didn't." Annabel laughed. "I just threw it-"

"You tried to kill me, Annabel?" he asked her, looking hurt.

She actually kind of felt bad; he looked like he had just watched Bambi's mother get shot. "No, Cas," she laughed lightly. "It's just made out of paper."

"Yeah, it can't hurt you." Dean added.

Annabel snorted. "Tell that to my pal in Iowa. He got hit in the eye with one of those, stuck right in his left eye. He's blind in that eye now."

"You were trying to blind me?" Cas asked.

"No, Cas. I was trying to get Dean's money." She explained.

"You and Dean have conspired against me."

"What? No." they gave him a strange look. "Cas-"

"I suppose you have more of these." He said. "You may have an army of them; perhaps more."

"Castiel," Sam tried.

"Sam and I will be ready for your attack. Whenever it may be." He said and grabbed Sam's arm. The two of them disappeared.

Annabel and Dean stared at the spot where Sam and Cas had been with their mouths hung open in shock. They looked at each other at a loss for words.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked.