What Is A 'Shawty'?

I Do Not Understand

Sam hated Dean's smug look when they had reached the motel and found Cas trying to figure out how to work the remote. He wasn't trying to find Neil and Mozzie to tell them what they were doing was wrong. He wasn't tracking down Steve Rogers to tell him he was on the right track to heaven and he was a great man. Cas was just sitting there, having a staring contest with the remote. The remote lost of course, the frigging angel never blinks.

"Hey ya, Cas. Did you want to change the channel or something? Here." Dean took the remote and changed the channel to watch Doctor Sexy M.D. He grinned and handed the remote back to the rather confused looking angel.

"Thank you, Dean. I am very grateful for your assistance. The one I was watching before kept stopping at the good parts and tell me that I could buy medicine for my pets. But I don't have any pets, Dean. Do I need I get one?"

Sam laughed, relieved that the television hadn't made him crazy like his older archangel brother. "No Cas, you don't need to get a pet. They're called commercials. They're advertisements, they try to get you to buy stuff you don't need. And the companies pay the T.V channels to play their ad, so people will see it."

Cas tilted his head in confusion, he seemed to be thinking about something. "Sam, may I get a pet?"

Sam laughed again, and shook his head. "Naw. They wouldn't like being on the road all the time and-"

"And they could scratch up my baby's seats, and then it would have die." Dean interrupted, never once looking away from his guilty pleasure, Doctor Sexy M.D.

"But," Cas started, looking at Dean with hurt eyes, "I could take care of it. I would make sure that it would not hurt your Impala, although it is only a automobile."

Dean scoffed, and Sam could tell that he was about to get angry with Cas for saying the Impala was just a car. But as it turned out, when he saw Cas's pleading face, all anger left him. Dean sighed in defeat. He knew he couldn't win, not when Cas was using the puppy eyes on him.

"Fine! But if it steps a toe over the line, I will throw it into the closest pound. And it better be small!"

Castiel's face lit up with joy. Sam was secretly glad they were getting a pet. Even if it would be with Cas most of time, he was still excited. John had never let Sam or Dean have a pet, no matter how long they begged. Their dad had said it was dangerous on the road, and it could get killed or left behind. He told them that they would get too attached to it, and if something like that happened they would be crushed.

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"What ever you get, do not get a cat."

The three men had went to the nearest pet shop to get Cas a new companion. After Dean had told Cas cats were horrible pets, he was looking at the dogs, trying to convince the angel a bulldog would be great for a pet. But Cas wasn't convinced and mumbled about the dog being one of his father's... less attractive creations.

While Dean was playing tug-of-war with the puppy called Sid, Sam looked at the reptiles. He thought the snakes looked really cool when they moved around. He watched in amused horror as a giant snake ate a mouse whole. He showed it to the angel, but he said it reminded him of Lucifer. Sam felt bad and continued to look it the snakes without trying to tell Cas what to get.

It had been about ten minutes since they got there when Sam was finished with looking at the cool animals. He saw that Dean was chatting up one of the rather busty employees; to the blonde's disappointment it wasn't getting him anywhere. Sam watched Dean admit defeat and started to walk away. He didn't get very far when he ran into yet another employee. Sam tried to hold in his laughter when Dean completely fell on the ground. The worker bent down to help him up, when Dean used some lame pick up line. The worker laughed, and hauled him to his feet.