“Yo Sam, you seen Cas?” Dean asked. He had spent an hour and a half looking for the damn heavenly body, but to no avail.
Man, he was a pain in the ass.
All Sam had to say was a really annoying giggle from behind his laptop screen.
“Dean,” he said between snickers, “you never should’ve taught him to climb trees.” He pointed out the window and couldn’t resist laughing again.
Dean gave him a good, hard smack on the shoulder and crossed to the window, looking out.
All that could be seen in the unassuming oak tree was a pair of black-dress-pant-clad legs, bent not unlike a frog, with black dress shoes ending a short line of socked ankles adorned with happy, smiling cartoon bees. Dean had to manage a small, fond smile as he shook his head.
“The hell is he doin’ up there?” he asked.
“I don’t know!” Sam said, still giggling. Apparently the always-formal angel