Enhanced Botany

There's not much left that can stop Dean in his tracks. He pauses in the open doorway, steps forward slowly to stand next to his brother. "How long's he been…"

"'Bout an hour, give or take. Called you as soon as I found him."

"Okay. So, what are you thinkin'?"

Sam lifts a shoulder. "We thought this town smelled like witches. Maybe they smelled us, too. Felt threatened."

Dean motions to where Cas is perched on the edge of one of the lumpy motel beds, staring at the potted plant in his hands with rapt attention. "This doesn't exactly scream threatened to me, Sam."

"Yeah, I know. A curse, you think? Could've been meant to kill, but backfired because he's – "

"A friggin' angel?" Dean had figured out a long time ago he'd rather be hexed than cursed; all day and twice on Sundays.

"Something like that."

"Will he be okay?"

"Well, if it's a curse it should just…" Sam waves a vague hand, sighs. "Wear off. You know, eventually."

"No, I mean, we've still got witches out there. Will he be okay here, if we…" Dean jerks his chin toward the door.

"I think so?"

Dean shifts his weight, crosses his arms. "Hey, uh, Cas."

"Shh. He's telling me his story." Castiel squints, gazing at the green leaves. "He was taken from his earthly home to be used for aesthetically pleasing purposes. He's fond enough of the work, but misses his family and friends."

"Friends?" Dean prods. Sam just gapes.

Can nods seriously. "A butterfly named Steve."

"Okay." Dean bobs his head, turns to his brother. "This isn't life-threatening, right? It's just…"

"Hilarious?"

"I was gonna say inconvenient, but…yeah." He cocks his head. "You take any pictures or videos yet?"

Sam offers his cell phone. "Was just waiting for you."

"Excellent."

Hope this satisfies the requests for banter, the awkwardness that is Cas, and a witch's curse. Happy birthday, kiddo! *cards fingers through wings*