The Corgi Effect

Trickster + Corgi Curse = Dean and Castiel Hunting

"Okay Cas, this isn't working! We have to try something else," Dean says. They had been looking around the nearest town for two hours now, and they came up with nothing.

"What sort of town doesn't have some sort of supernatural being tormenting it?" Dean questions the air.

"A safe one."

Dean turns to face Castiel, "why don't you use some of that angel-mojo and find us a Trickster, or whatever," Dean suggest, but more like commands. "Because my 'angel-mojo' is burning low- wait." Castiel focuses really hard, his eyes staring down a leaf.

"There's one in China."

"One what?"

"A Trickster."

"Okay, great. Zap there, grab him, then zap back."

"I can't... My grace is too low to make those sort of jumps."

"Is there someone closer...?"

"The closest one to us is Gabriel, and well..."

"Yeah, I know. So let's find us a witch. Do you you think you can search through a few billion people and land on a witch?"

Castiel focuses on the leaf again.

"I think I've found something... But it doesn't seem to be a witch, but more of a..." He squints harder. "Actually, it is a witch. She's located in the town just near here," Castiel says. Dean nods and they make their way back to the impala.

The cassette tape blares as as Dean drives along the highway, Castiel in the passengers seat. He begins to him along, Castiel that is, to AC/DC's 'Back in Black'.

"You know this song?"

"When Metatron showed me every book and movie he had seen, he also installed every song he has heard."

"Of course," Dean continues to drum the wheel in time to the beat. They drive without exchanging any more words, only the songs and the sound of changing the tape were made.

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"Whoa, what have we got here," Dean pulls up out the front of a house. He moves so he can reach the glove box and take out his FBI badge, Castiel notices Dean's actions and takes his own FBI badge.

They both get out of the car and walk up the stairs to the police tape.

"Afternoon officers, so what have we got?" Dean asks, "sorry sir, but this is a police matter, nothing for such civilians to worry about," the kind man replies. "Oh, sorry," Dean chuckles and flashes his badge and nudges the angel beside him. "Agents Jackson and Grey, FBI," Dean says. "You two look a little underdressed for FBI agents," the officer comments. "Well we have been taking a very long road trip lately, but it's still our duty to serve justice." Dean lies, Castiel nods, backing up Dean, the officer obliges and lets them in.

"So what have we got?" Dean asks another officer as he peers around the household.

"Well, err... Don't know how to explain this one agents..." The woman replies, a ginger cat walks out from a room, "oh no! He's probably been disrupting the evidence," she cries. She hurries to the cat and picks him up, she begins to walk away, but Castiel stops her. "Here, I'll interrogate the cat," he takes the cat from the lady, who looks confused. Castiel whisks the cat away and they have a little interrogation session.

"Well, you really want to know... This woman, well... She- she..." The female officer takes a deep breath, "she is surrounded by... It really can't be, but others have seen them... SHE'S SURROUNDED BY SMURFS. THEY KEEP EATING HER AND WE DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO." The woman panics, Dean's eyes widen but he places a hand on the panicking, sobbing lady officer. "There, there," he leaves.