[spn][drabbles]Happy Christmas Eve! Or whatever
Two Christmas-y drabbles, two Castiel vs. technology drabbles. Exactly 100 words each.
On Jesus' birthday, what was it really like?"
Dean's only been in New York City once before (he hates bringing his baby here), but he's gotta say, the 30 Rock Christmas Tree is pretty damn awesome. He glances at Castiel's (unreadable) face; it's turned towards the magnificent pagan symbol.
"Loud," Castiel says. "Joyous."
"So that 'Angels We Have Heard On High' shit really happened?" Dean grins. "Gloria in whatsit whatsit?"
A stream of syllables pour from the angel; it is melodic, gutteral. Dean doesn't recognize it, and he says so.
Castiel catches Dean's gaze. "Aramaic. And on Earth, Peace."
*
"So what does God think of all this?" Dean asks, waving his hand at the glut of humans swarming the local mall. Castiel stares; Dean clarifies, "The commercialism. The pagan tree, Santa Claus, you know."
"I wouldn't presume to know," Castiel answers unhesitatingly.
Dean shrugs off his disappointment. "What do you think?"
Castiel ruminates. Anxiety and frustration lays in every mind around him, but there is one soul, one woman with her fingers on a scarf and a light in her face.
"Joy begets joy," Castiel says, smiling. "Perhaps there is something to gift-giving."
"Ho ho ho," Dean deadpans.
*
Using his pointer fingers, Castiel types, 'god'; he then uses the mouse to highlight the 'g' and replaces it with its capital counterpoint.
Google.com finds 484 million references to Castiel's father in 0.14 seconds, a staggering amount.
He scans the results. The fifth is entitled, 'Does God Exist?' with an affirmative in its explanatory paragraph. The sixth is labeled, 'God is Imaginary - 50 simple proofs'.
Humans are odd.
"Can I have my computer back now?" Sam asks, looking bemused.
"I do not think the Internet will prove helpful," Castiel sighs. He stands up, relinquishing the computer to its rightful owner.
*
'Texting' is not difficult for Castiel to understand. It's only the emoticons that are troublesome. Castiel only percieves nonsensical symbols, until he realizes they are faces turned on their side.
"Dude, Cas," Dean says, holding up his phone. I believe i may have found a lead on the colt :9, it says.
"Yes. I couldn't figure out how to switch from a 9 to a parentheses. I thought the meaning should be clear," Castiel explains. When Dean just stares at him, he says, "I meant to send you a smiling face. Is the news not pleasing?"
"It's tasty," Sam says, laughing.
fin
On Jesus' birthday, what was it really like?"
Dean's only been in New York City once before (he hates bringing his baby here), but he's gotta say, the 30 Rock Christmas Tree is pretty damn awesome. He glances at Castiel's (unreadable) face; it's turned towards the magnificent pagan symbol.
"Loud," Castiel says. "Joyous."
"So that 'Angels We Have Heard On High' shit really happened?" Dean grins. "Gloria in whatsit whatsit?"
A stream of syllables pour from the angel; it is melodic, gutteral. Dean doesn't recognize it, and he says so.
Castiel catches Dean's gaze. "Aramaic. And on Earth, Peace."
*
"So what does God think of all this?" Dean asks, waving his hand at the glut of humans swarming the local mall. Castiel stares; Dean clarifies, "The commercialism. The pagan tree, Santa Claus, you know."
"I wouldn't presume to know," Castiel answers unhesitatingly.
Dean shrugs off his disappointment. "What do you think?"
Castiel ruminates. Anxiety and frustration lays in every mind around him, but there is one soul, one woman with her fingers on a scarf and a light in her face.
"Joy begets joy," Castiel says, smiling. "Perhaps there is something to gift-giving."
"Ho ho ho," Dean deadpans.
*
Using his pointer fingers, Castiel types, 'god'; he then uses the mouse to highlight the 'g' and replaces it with its capital counterpoint.
Google.com finds 484 million references to Castiel's father in 0.14 seconds, a staggering amount.
He scans the results. The fifth is entitled, 'Does God Exist?' with an affirmative in its explanatory paragraph. The sixth is labeled, 'God is Imaginary - 50 simple proofs'.
Humans are odd.
"Can I have my computer back now?" Sam asks, looking bemused.
"I do not think the Internet will prove helpful," Castiel sighs. He stands up, relinquishing the computer to its rightful owner.
*
'Texting' is not difficult for Castiel to understand. It's only the emoticons that are troublesome. Castiel only percieves nonsensical symbols, until he realizes they are faces turned on their side.
"Dude, Cas," Dean says, holding up his phone. I believe i may have found a lead on the colt :9, it says.
"Yes. I couldn't figure out how to switch from a 9 to a parentheses. I thought the meaning should be clear," Castiel explains. When Dean just stares at him, he says, "I meant to send you a smiling face. Is the news not pleasing?"
"It's tasty," Sam says, laughing.
fin