DEW: Spot the Angel
SPOT THE ANGEL
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own them
“He’s got WHAT?”
“Chickenpox.”
“Sam. He’s an angel. How the hell has he managed to get himself infected with chicken pox?”
“Don’t know for sure, but it might be from one of the families we interviewed for the ghoul case last month.”
“Damn! Hey? Have we got it?”
“Unlikely Dean. We both had it, remember? When Dad was on that Poltergeist job in Boulder. Back when you were eight.”
“Oh yeah…”
“Man, this sucks!”
“It sure does.”
“Well, Sam, if I can’t get it, I’m gonna go in his room and see him.”
“Uh Dean, I wouldn’t. He’s hot, he’s miserable, he’s itchy and he’s spotty. I think he wants to be left alone.”
“But… I thought I could cheer him up, you know, play a couple of Youtube videos on my phone or something.”
“Dean?”
“What?”
“You were gonna take a photo weren’t you?”
“Sam. That hurts. Do you really think I’d do a low-down underhand thing like that to my best bud when he’s laid low and sick?”
“Dean?”
…
…
“Ok, just one little photo.”
“Why Dean?”
“Why? Because I’ve never seen a spotty angel before. It’s kind of educational. I wonder if he’s got spots on his halo?”
“No, Dean, it’s not educational. It’s mean.”
“But…”
“No Dean, just no. Castiel’s sick. He’s scared, and he’s confused. He needs to be treated with sensitivity and discretion and sympathy. Not like he’s some freaking sideshow attraction.”
*sigh* “OK Sam, I promise. No photos. I’ll just…”
“SAM DEAN… I HAVE SEVEN SPOTS ON MY LEFT BUTTOCK THAT LOOK LIKE THE PLEIADES. COME AND LOOK!”
…
…
“Now, Sammy - carry on. I believe you were saying something funny about discretion and sensitivity right before the spotty angel with seven sisters on his ass piped up!”
*sigh* “I give up. Take your freaking photo.”
xxxxx
end
Genre: Humour
Rating: K+
Characters: Sam, Dean, Castiel
Spoilers/Warnings: None
Word Count: 300
Disclaimer: I don't own them
“He’s got WHAT?”
“Chickenpox.”
“Sam. He’s an angel. How the hell has he managed to get himself infected with chicken pox?”
“Don’t know for sure, but it might be from one of the families we interviewed for the ghoul case last month.”
“Damn! Hey? Have we got it?”
“Unlikely Dean. We both had it, remember? When Dad was on that Poltergeist job in Boulder. Back when you were eight.”
“Oh yeah…”
“Man, this sucks!”
“It sure does.”
“Well, Sam, if I can’t get it, I’m gonna go in his room and see him.”
“Uh Dean, I wouldn’t. He’s hot, he’s miserable, he’s itchy and he’s spotty. I think he wants to be left alone.”
“But… I thought I could cheer him up, you know, play a couple of Youtube videos on my phone or something.”
“Dean?”
“What?”
“You were gonna take a photo weren’t you?”
“Sam. That hurts. Do you really think I’d do a low-down underhand thing like that to my best bud when he’s laid low and sick?”
“Dean?”
…
…
“Ok, just one little photo.”
“Why Dean?”
“Why? Because I’ve never seen a spotty angel before. It’s kind of educational. I wonder if he’s got spots on his halo?”
“No, Dean, it’s not educational. It’s mean.”
“But…”
“No Dean, just no. Castiel’s sick. He’s scared, and he’s confused. He needs to be treated with sensitivity and discretion and sympathy. Not like he’s some freaking sideshow attraction.”
*sigh* “OK Sam, I promise. No photos. I’ll just…”
“SAM DEAN… I HAVE SEVEN SPOTS ON MY LEFT BUTTOCK THAT LOOK LIKE THE PLEIADES. COME AND LOOK!”
…
…
“Now, Sammy - carry on. I believe you were saying something funny about discretion and sensitivity right before the spotty angel with seven sisters on his ass piped up!”
*sigh* “I give up. Take your freaking photo.”
xxxxx
end