Supernatural

Chapter Thirty-Seven~Funny

*Angela's POV*

"I'm surprised by the extensive selection of cheeses." Castiel says, mostly to himself. I laugh lightly at him and continue to look for the shredded cheddar.

"Why? All around the world there are different kinds of the same thing. All humans are different. Aren't all angels different? Why would cheeses be any different?" I tease, but I have some seriousness in my tone. Finally, my hand slides past the cheese I want and I grab it. I put it in my hand basket that has started to get too heavy for my arm. I switch which arm it's resting on and grind my teeth to stop a grunt.

"True, all angels are different. No two angels have the exact same genetic make-up. No two angels have the same wings. I suppose it makes sense that all other things follow the same pattern." Cas thinks aloud and I smile slightly. His world view is so much bigger than when I met him first. I take a few more steps and then switch arms again. Suddenly the weight is lifted and I turn around to see Cas taking the handle from me. I sigh in relief and then smile at him.

"Thank you, Cas." I say and he smiles kindly at me. I glance at the basket and nod. "We only need a few more things and then we'll be done." I tell Cas, absentmindedly going over the list in my head.

"May I ask why you are doing this again?" Cas inquires. I search for the freezer aisle and as we walk I explain it all; again.

"Well, it kind of goes back quite a while. Whenever one of my parents were home and the other was gone, they would make dinner for each other. My mom would always make my dad a big steak, corn on the cob, and fresh green beans. Not canned. Fresh, they had to be fresh." I chuckle, thinking back to what my mom would tell the grocery store clerk. "My dad would make my mom cheddar potato bacon soup. When they came home they would find something warm and comforting waiting for them. Something that took time and effort to make. It's meaningful, as well as practical because everyone needs to eat." I explain and grab the last few things I need. I look at Cas as he looks at me. "Didn't your family in Heaven ever do anything for each other?" Castiel shakes his head.

"No. The only thing angels are worried about is the mission. Whatever they deem that mission to be at the time." He shrugs after a slight pause. "The Winchesters are the only ones I have known that have celebrated any occasion." I nod and then a thought pops into my head.

"Speaking of celebratory occasions, when are Sam and Dean's birthdays?" I ask, curious.

"Sam's is May 2, 1983. Dean's is January 24, 1979." Cas replies immediately. I look at him kind of funny, but let the weirdness slide. I put the dates in my mind and then check out quickly. We head outside of the grocery store with all our bags and then stop. I turn to Cas, ready to pop back to the bunker, but find that Cas is looking around strangely.

"Cas? What's wrong?" I ask. His eyes widen and he looks at me in fear and confusion.

"Angels. Angels are coming. We need to leave. Now!" He shouts and starts to run over to me. He grabs my arm and we run down a small alley behind the store we were just in. We stop for a second and look around. There's nowhere to go.

"Sorry, sweet cheeks. Too late." A drop dead beautiful blonde appears next to me and throws an arm around my shoulders. I drop the bags in my hands and shove her away before looking at Cas. Two angels have materialized next to him and are now holding him captive. "Long time no see, big brother." She says while facing Cas.

"Vindica. What are you doing? This is against everything that we stand for!" Cas says angrily. It squeezes my heart a bit, to see him so upset. Vindica, as Cas called her, shakes her head and her blonde hair moves behind her ears.