"You're a dead man," Castiel scowled. Dean ignored him framing the demon mask on the 9th grader. "Hurry up we're almost out of minutes!" Dean turned to the 10th grader, tearing his flannel shirt in various places.
"See. They're very believable," Dean murmured to himself inspecting the 4 younger kids they hired. "Scare the shit outta her and you get $20 each." The kids nodded, He then sent them off to do his evil bidding.
"You do know that this is by far the worst plan you have ever made right?" Castiel said. "No its not remember that incident in Vegas?" Dean protested. Castiel shivered. He would never forget the incident in Vegas.
"See it's not the worst idea." Dean said smugly. Castiel gave him a look. "What else was possibly that bad?"
"St. Louis. Hot tub. Identity theft." Castiel reminded him. Dean winced letting out a groan.
"Don't remind me Cass." Muttered Dean who had turned red. "How was I suppose to know that wasn't your dick."
"WHY WERE YOU TRYING TO GRAB MY DICK IN THE FIRST PLACE!?!?" Castiel roared. "It was wrinkly anyways, my dick isn't wrinkly."
Dean pat his friends in the back. "You keep telling yourself that. Anyway," Castiel rolls his eyes.
"Anyway, back to the point. You are a dead man and I will be the one to write your obituary! How about that?" Castiel said in a sarcastic tone.
"Eh, if I go down I'm taking you down with me." Dean stated. Castiel sighed,there was nothing he could do to stop him so why not just join him instead? Right? Wrong.
Then they would both be caught and die without even having a first date. Date? Where the hell did that come from? Ugh having Dean as a crush was so confusing.
"-And that is how we will be legends!" Dean snapped Castiel out of his thinking. "What?" Was his brilliant answer. It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes before walking off.
"And by the way,my dick is not wrinkly!" Castiel yelled behind him.
"I know, trust me!" Dean called out before turning the corner,and leaving a red Castiel behind.
