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madimpossibledreamerI went on an adventure with Dean today. It was anticlimatic. We found Castiel eating nachos. Sam joined us later.
Dean was staring at the nachos, so Cas hid them from him. "Cas, we've talked about this. You don't have to hide your food. It's not like people fight to keep their food. In America anyway."
This was apparently unconvincing, as Cas then placed his plate on his lap. "Dean, this is my food."
Dean protested loudly that he didn't even like nachos. "But now I need them." They started squabbling over the food, and then arguing about who had started it.
Sam rolled his eyes and then asked me whether I had remembered anything yet. I told him that the answer was unfortunately not, at least, nothing of importance. When he asked what that meant I replied that I liked to ask questions and knew quite a lot of human things and that both my fellow angel and I got lost a lot. She then turned up covered in paint, and I told her that Eggnog ice cream was available. I don't understand the human concepts of seasonality with regards to food, given that they often grow a number of things (tomatoes, watermelon, etc) out of season. Eggnog should therefore be available all year. She got excited and obtained some as well.
She reported that a few of the human items we had picked up along the way had gone missing (including a few batteries, which are an odd object to go missing when they're in a special marked box). I remarked that I wouldn't be surprised if the angels were trying to hint that my fellow angel and I were getting off track. Dean scoffed and suggested that we were just careless. While that is possible, I don't believe that is the answer in this case. Sam looked worried. If it is our Garrison, this roundabout way is not the way to get in touch. Leaving a note or calling or saying something in person about how we are following tangent lines would be far more efficient.
Dean was staring at the nachos, so Cas hid them from him. "Cas, we've talked about this. You don't have to hide your food. It's not like people fight to keep their food. In America anyway."
This was apparently unconvincing, as Cas then placed his plate on his lap. "Dean, this is my food."
Dean protested loudly that he didn't even like nachos. "But now I need them." They started squabbling over the food, and then arguing about who had started it.
Sam rolled his eyes and then asked me whether I had remembered anything yet. I told him that the answer was unfortunately not, at least, nothing of importance. When he asked what that meant I replied that I liked to ask questions and knew quite a lot of human things and that both my fellow angel and I got lost a lot. She then turned up covered in paint, and I told her that Eggnog ice cream was available. I don't understand the human concepts of seasonality with regards to food, given that they often grow a number of things (tomatoes, watermelon, etc) out of season. Eggnog should therefore be available all year. She got excited and obtained some as well.
She reported that a few of the human items we had picked up along the way had gone missing (including a few batteries, which are an odd object to go missing when they're in a special marked box). I remarked that I wouldn't be surprised if the angels were trying to hint that my fellow angel and I were getting off track. Dean scoffed and suggested that we were just careless. While that is possible, I don't believe that is the answer in this case. Sam looked worried. If it is our Garrison, this roundabout way is not the way to get in touch. Leaving a note or calling or saying something in person about how we are following tangent lines would be far more efficient.
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Date: 2013-10-23 10:32 pm (UTC)~Dreamer~