Fic: Rebel Angels Can Be Useful
Title: Rebel Angels Can Be Useful
Words: 426
For: commentfic prompt, Supernatural, Bobby & Castiel, He didn't recall signing up to babysit rebel angels. by gypsydancergirl
Rebel Angels Can Be Useful
He didn’t recall signing up to babysit rebel angels. Hell, he didn’t recall signing up for anything that had happened in this last, oh, about twenty years or so.
“You’re angry,” Castiel observed with a sideways glance at Bobby in his chair.
“No, I’m just buckets o’ sunshine havin’ to babysit your sorry ass,”
Castiel frowned. “I could leave. My powers - ”
Bobby resigned with a sigh. Arguing with Wings wasn’t going help him find whatever the Hell creature was after them now. “No. Stay.”
Castiel, looming in the corner of the room, turned to study a dusty stack of books, and seemed content with Bobby’s decision. After a while, “We could play a game. If you are bored. I have observed that humans like to challenge one another to Mono-poley.”
“Monopoly?” Bobby’s voice rose. “Oh, for Chrissake,” he slammed a book from the pile beside him down on to the table opposite him. “Jus’ make yourself useful!”
“Dean said I was not to...”
Bobby looked up with a glare, “Well, do you see Dean here?” His eyes were wide. And then, “It’ll be out little secret, I promise.” He grumbled something under his breath as the phone rang in the kitchen. “I’ll be back, just ... don’t touch anything!” he ordered, wheeling himself away.
Castiel waited until Bobby’s chair had clunked away, and meandered to the open book the hunter had been studying - or, trying to study. He thumbed through the pages, with complete disinterest in the book that Bobby had set for him to read. A small accomplished smile flickered momentarily across his face when he stopped on one page, running his finger down the lines of writing.
Bobby’s irritate voice echoed quietly in the next room.
There was a soft shuffling sound, and Cas looked up as a small creature bounded toward him from the hallway. Not threatening, he decided, when it jumped up on him and began to lick his fingers with its coarse tongue. A dog - he thought - and instinctively ran his other hand across its head. It seemed to like that.
“Oh, Hell, you’ll make him soft,” Bobby accused roughly, wheeling back into the room.
Castiel stood upright. “I don’t believe a dog - ”
Bobby ignored him, wheeling back to the table. Castiel had learnt earlier that day not to offer the man any help with the chair, and so he just felt silent.
“It’s an acheri demon that you are looking for,” he offered finally.
Bobby looked up at him sharply. “Well, thankyou, Sherlock.”
Words: 426
For: commentfic prompt, Supernatural, Bobby & Castiel, He didn't recall signing up to babysit rebel angels. by gypsydancergirl
Rebel Angels Can Be Useful
He didn’t recall signing up to babysit rebel angels. Hell, he didn’t recall signing up for anything that had happened in this last, oh, about twenty years or so.
“You’re angry,” Castiel observed with a sideways glance at Bobby in his chair.
“No, I’m just buckets o’ sunshine havin’ to babysit your sorry ass,”
Castiel frowned. “I could leave. My powers - ”
Bobby resigned with a sigh. Arguing with Wings wasn’t going help him find whatever the Hell creature was after them now. “No. Stay.”
Castiel, looming in the corner of the room, turned to study a dusty stack of books, and seemed content with Bobby’s decision. After a while, “We could play a game. If you are bored. I have observed that humans like to challenge one another to Mono-poley.”
“Monopoly?” Bobby’s voice rose. “Oh, for Chrissake,” he slammed a book from the pile beside him down on to the table opposite him. “Jus’ make yourself useful!”
“Dean said I was not to...”
Bobby looked up with a glare, “Well, do you see Dean here?” His eyes were wide. And then, “It’ll be out little secret, I promise.” He grumbled something under his breath as the phone rang in the kitchen. “I’ll be back, just ... don’t touch anything!” he ordered, wheeling himself away.
Castiel waited until Bobby’s chair had clunked away, and meandered to the open book the hunter had been studying - or, trying to study. He thumbed through the pages, with complete disinterest in the book that Bobby had set for him to read. A small accomplished smile flickered momentarily across his face when he stopped on one page, running his finger down the lines of writing.
Bobby’s irritate voice echoed quietly in the next room.
There was a soft shuffling sound, and Cas looked up as a small creature bounded toward him from the hallway. Not threatening, he decided, when it jumped up on him and began to lick his fingers with its coarse tongue. A dog - he thought - and instinctively ran his other hand across its head. It seemed to like that.
“Oh, Hell, you’ll make him soft,” Bobby accused roughly, wheeling back into the room.
Castiel stood upright. “I don’t believe a dog - ”
Bobby ignored him, wheeling back to the table. Castiel had learnt earlier that day not to offer the man any help with the chair, and so he just felt silent.
“It’s an acheri demon that you are looking for,” he offered finally.
Bobby looked up at him sharply. “Well, thankyou, Sherlock.”