BecomingaWallflower

"Dean..." Castiel looked up from the paper he was holding with the same curious expression Dean had seen countless times before. "Yeah, Cas?" Dean sighed, taking a bite of his sandwich, relaxing to the sounds of his jazz record. "... What is a... SSN?" "You don't-Goddamn it, Cas. It means Social Security Number. You don't have one. Here," the hunter took the job application from the rookie and started filling it out. Castiel stood, leaving Dean to it, knowing that if he tried to argue, it would just mean a fight and Dean drowning himself in beer. The fallen angel stood and stared at the record as it spun. "It's... rhythmic." Dean conti

"Dean..." Castiel looked up from the paper he was holding with the same curious expression Dean had seen countless times before. "Yeah, Cas?" Dean sighed, taking a bite of his sandwich, relaxing to the sounds of his jazz record. "... What is a... SSN?" "You don't-Goddamn it, Cas. It means Social Security Number. You don't have one. Here," the hunter took the job application from the rookie and started filling it out. Castiel stood, leaving Dean to it, knowing that if he tried to argue, it would just mean a fight and Dean drowning himself in beer. The fallen angel stood and stared at the record as it spun. "It's... rhythmic." Dean conti

"Dean..." Castiel looked up from the paper he was holding with the same curious expression Dean had seen countless times before. "Yeah, Cas?" Dean sighed, taking a bite of his sandwich, relaxing to the sounds of his jazz record. "... What is a... SSN?" "You don't-Goddamn it, Cas. It means Social Security Number. You don't have one. Here," the hunter took the job application from the rookie and started filling it out. Castiel stood, leaving Dean to it, knowing that if he tried to argue, it would just mean a fight and Dean drowning himself in beer. The fallen angel stood and stared at the record as it spun. "It's... rhythmic." Dean conti

Watching Dean in the Batcave was like watching a child in a candy store. And it took several hours for him to feel satisfied enough with his exploration to both Sam and Alfred's dismay. Castiel returned from his search, "I've located the Joker. He's in a warehouse at this address." Sam took a slip of paper from Cas and smiled, "Finally!" Alfred sighed with relief, putting down a tray of lemonade, "And don't let that brother of yours crash the Batmobile!" "We'll try not to," Sam laughed nervously. "Dean! Hurry up! If we don't leave now, he might get away!" "Quit your whinin', Sam. How do I look?" Sam glanced at his brother and gave a sha