The rectory of Our Lady of Fandom, Wednesday evening

[scruffnfeathers]

So. Castiel had a girl's phone number. She seemed to be very nice, and quite wise in the ways of modern technology, entertainment, and apparel. She had promised to teach him how to dance

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[saltandammo]

Dean was just grabbing food for him and Alec from a local diner when his phone rang. He paused in his charming of the waitress getting his order together and pulled his phone out of his pocket, assuming it was Alec.

"Dude, I know. Don't forget the milkshakes. I'm watching the waitress make them now."

[scruffnfeathers]

That seemed like an odd way to answer the phone, but what did Castiel know?

"I have no desire for milkshakes."

[saltandammo]

Dean blinked. "Cas?"

[scruffnfeathers]

"Yes," said Castiel. "I have a question. Possibly several."