"Dean. Dean. Dean. Deeeeeaaaan. DEan. DEAn. DEAN. DEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-"
"CAS SHUT THE HELL UP."
"Hi."
Dean groaned and rolled over, half-asleep already. But the angel perched on the other side of the bed was very persistent, and determined to keep the sleepy Winchester awake so they could start their adventure.
Castiel eyed the hunter carefully, and poked at Dean's back.
"Dean," he insisted. "Dean. Deano. Deanna. Squirrel. Dean. Winchester. Deeeeeeeeeaaaaan. Assbutt, I know you're awake."
Dean grunted, refusing to acknowledge the angel. Cas frowned. He'd have to try a different angle.
"Dean," Cas whispered. "John Wayne is in the kitchen, making you a pecan pie."
The Winchester shot up and out of bed, got caught on a blanket, and promptly hit the floor with a groan.
"Morning Sunshine!" Cas announced. Dean turned and glared at him.
"Don't you EVER joke about pie and the greatest actor of all time." he warned. Cas tilted his head.
"What about Morgan Freeman? I heard he was greatest actor."
"No, he just has the most spectacular voice in the entire universe."
"Even better then angel's true voices?"
"If their voices are as angelic as television says, then you must all sound like Morgan Freeman."
"I see." Cas tucked his information away and then grinned. "It's time for our first item on the list!" he announced.
"Fine." Dean agreed, getting up and grabbing some clothes for the day. "But you owe me some pie."
"Understood."
"So what are we starting with?" Cas checked the list, which had been pinned to Dean's wall.
"Grass." Cas declared.
"Grass?" Dean repeated, taking off his shirt and grabbing a fresh one. "What's so special about that."
Cas turned to respond but paused at the sight of the shirtless hunter. But then the view disappeared as Dean threw on a clean plaid, snapping Cas out of his trance.
"Um, well, grass...." he stammered. "Grass in fields is usually soft and thick, and no one stops to appreciate it. They just care about what color it is, and how tall it is."
Dean raised an eyebrow.
"So we could go to a field and lay in the grass," he suggested. "There's a huge field just down the road."
"Okay," Cas agreed. He scanned the list and tapped an item near the middle. "If we walk there, we could also check off 'observing nature'."
"Sure thing, Cas. But let's eat breakfast first."
About an hour later, the two were walking down the road from the bunker, 'observing' their surroundings. It was a warm summer day, so Dean had ditched his layers of plaid and jackets, settling for a black T-shirt. Cas, on the other hand, was in his usual attire, trenchcoat and all.
"Geez, Cas, don't you ever get hot in that coat?" Dean questioned.
"No. Angels stay the same temperature no matter what we wear."
"...So you could walk around in a snowstorm in nothing but your underwear and be perfectly fine?"
"Technically yes, although I'm not sure why I'd do that."
"Right. Because that'd be weird..."
A silence settled over them as they kept walking.
"Did you remember to tell Sam where we were going?" Cas asked.
"Yeah, I left him a note." Dean insisted.
A few minutes later, they reached a large, open field, full of green grass. Cas lit up and went running into it, belly-flopping into the grass. Dean let out a laugh, and settled himself in the grass, leaning against a large rock.
"No rocks allowed, Dean!" Cas called. "Grass only!"
"Nah, it's better here." Dean insisted. The angel gave him a devious look and ran over, grabbing Dean's arm and neatly tossing him into the grass. Dean yelped and ended up rolling down a small slope. Cas grinned and rolled after him, both of them landing dizzily at the bottom.
Dean glanced over at Cas's happy face, noting the grass stuck in his already messy hair, and burst out laughing. Cas followed suit, and attempted to make a grass angel, letting the softness of the ground seep over him as warm sunlight hit their faces.
"This enough of an adventure for you?" Dean questioned, slightly sleepy from the sunlight.
"Oh yes." Cas confirmed. "And this checks off another item too."
"Which is?"
"Item number 12. Sunlight."
"Sunlight is pretty nice...." Dean grinned. "Maybe this adventure will be more fun then I thought." Cas smiled at him.
"I hope so." he whispered, soaking in the experience. "I hope so."
Back at the bunker, Sam rubbed his eyes sleepily, scanning the note Dean had left.
Went to kill Paris Hilton, Be Back Soon.
-Jerk and Assbutt
P.S. You MAY want to clear your internet history before you leave your computer out.
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The Simple Things ~Destiel~
FanfictionA Destiel Story Now that things have calmed down, and there isn't an apocalypse hanging over their heads, Castiel has decided to learn more about humanity, and the "Simple things in life." But, of course, he can't do this alone. And who better to go...
