Destiel Fluff

The Supermarket

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"Cas, hurry up." Dean shouted at Castiel through a mouthful of a turkey sandwich.

"I'm coming!" (Yet another eyebrow wiggle from the author). The angel sauntered down the hall.

"Are you finally ready?" Cas rolled his eyes at Dean.

"Why did you fix a sandwich if you knew we were about to leave?"

"I got hungry."

"Whatever. Let's just go."

"What am I supposed to do with my sandwich?"

"Eat it in the car."

"I can't."

"Why?"

"I can't take the plate."

"Dean..."

"Ugh. Alright." Cas smirked. One of the only fights he had won (A/N: It took me thirty minutes to write this whole thing.)

*Car ride*

They got to the supermarket and there were watermelons outside.

"Dean!" Cas shrieked running towards them "I've heard watermelon are delicious!"

"From who?

"Sam. Can we get one Dean?" People were staring.

"No."

"Why?" Dean was trying to come up with an excuse.

"I don't like them."

"Please?"

"No. Come on. We're only here for bread and milk." (A/N: You already know what's going to happen.)

Dean and Cas walked into the store. Cas saw the Band-Aids.

"Do we need these Dean?"

"No, Cas." They kept walking. Cas saw the chips.

"Do we need these Dean?"

"Cas, we're only here for bread and milk."

"Fine." They walked down the bread/coffee/snack cake aisle.

"Dean! Look! They have little pies!"

"I know, Cas."

"Don't you want some?"

"No, Cas." He looked confused.

"I thought you liked pie."

"I do. We just can't get them right now."

"Why?"

"I don't want any."

"Alright." He huffed. They got to the milk before Castiel said anything else. He ran over to the freezer where they kept the yogurt and pressed his hands and nose to the glass.

"What's this, Dean?"

"Yogurt."

"Can we get some?"

"No, Cas."

Cas groaned.

Dean sighed. "Fine."

"Really?"

"Sure. What flavor do you want?"

"Flavor?"

"Blueberry, strawberry, plain. Stuff like that."

"Oh. Umm, blueberry."

"Get three."

"Okay." He opened the freezer and got how many Dean told him to get. When he shut the door, he closed it on his trenchcoat. When he tried to walk away, he couldn't move.

"Dean, I can't move!"

"You shut your coat in the freezer."

"Oh."

*Check out and car ride home*

When they got home, Dean plopped down on the couch. Sam walked in.

"What happened to you?"

"Word to the wise, Sammy: Never go shopping with Cas."