A quick little thing I wrote for Scoobert0 on twitter (which you guys are more than welcome to follow me on by the way). I myself was wandering through BB&B at the time and imagined a pillow fight erupting between the boys because Cas was fed up with Dean's shit. Scoobert0 encouraged (demanded) I write it, so I did.

Mind I wrote this on my iPhone, posted on twitter and left it. I haven't really looked it over or anything since then, but I felt like sharing since I'm on here uploading shit anyway. So! There's that story.

Enjoy my randomness.

"Where the hell is this dude? I'm sick of this shit." Dean muttered, turning to talk to Sam over his shoulder, only to discover Sam was no longer there.

"Sam?"

Sam popped out from behind a display of curtains, eyebrows raised in question, "What Dean?"

"What the hell are you doing?" Sam shrugged and emerged from behind the display, tucking his phone back into his pocket. Dean narrowed his eyes, if his brother had been texting their angel on call Dean didn't want to know about it. He was still a little miffed about the diner fiasco last week.

Lo and behold though there was the familiar sound of wings rustling and settling as Cas popped in behind Dean. Dean glared over at Sam, Sam grinned and shrugged and turned to greet Cas.

"What is this place?" Cas asked as they wandered through the bedding section of the store.

"Bed Bath and Beyond." Dean muttered, entirely not happy about this. He hated stores like this, all big shiny displays with shit that probably wouldn't last longer than a week.

Who the hell needed so many decorative pillows anyway?

"Why are you here?"

"Witness to the case we're on works here. Just have to find the little bastard first."

"I see."

They wandered some more, Dean scanning the employees for their missing witness.

"So Cas. Found God yet?" Dean asked when they meandered through a pillow section. Dean was promptly smacked on the back of the head with a pillow.

"What the hell Sam!" Dean snapped, turning to glare at his brother. Sam shrugged and held up his hands, Dean blinked and turned his attention to Cas who was glaring at him, pillow clenched in his hands.

"What the fuck Cas?"

"Don't you think that if I'd found God you would know about it by now?" Cas snapped, whacking Dean upside the head with the pillow again. Dean gaped at him, snagged a pillow of his own and whacked Sam with it.

"What was that for?" Sam sputtered, glaring at Dean.

Dean shrugged, "I'm not gonna hit Cas with it. He'd kill me." Cas huffed his agreement and smacked Sam with his pillow while Dean took a risk and smacked Cas while Sam whacked Dean.

Ten minutes later the three of them were escorted from the store and Dean realized he hadn't even managed to work the case, and for that he wasn't going to point out that Cas had a few stray feathers stuck in his hair.