habits, supernatural [ 1 ]

043. wild west

"Well, uh, we kind of need to talk to the Big Kahuna." Dean says.

"I'm here on Castiel's behalf." Rachel says.

"Where is he?" Sam asks.

"Busy." Rachel says.

"Busy?" Dean asks.

"Yes." Rachel nods.

"Well, we've got a line on the mother of fucking everything, so--"

"I'm sure your issue's very important. But Castiel is currently commanding an army, so--"

"So, we get stuck with Miss Moneypenny."

"So, you need to learn your place."

"Look, I don't know who you think you are--"

"I'm his friend."

"What, you think we're not?" Sam asks.

"I think you call him when you need something. We're fighting a war." Rachel says.

"We get that." Sam says.

"Clearly, you don't, or you wouldn't call him every time you stub your toe, you petty, entitled little pie--"

"Rachel." Cas appears. "That's enough."

"I told you I'd take care of this." Rachel says.

"It's all right. You can go." Cas tells her.

"You're staying?" She asks.

"Go. I'll come when I can." Cas says.

Rachel disappears.

"Wow. Friend of yours?" Dean asks.

"Yes. She's, uh, my lieutenant. She's... committed to the cause." Cas says.

"You don't say." Larissa mutters.

"I... I just did say." Cas says, looking at her confused.

"Ri-right. Cas, it's a... never mind." Larissa dismisses.

"What do you need?" Cas asks.

+++

"Where the hell's Dean?" Bobby asks.

"Supply run, he said. I don't know." Sam shrugs.

"Um, about your plan. You'll only have 24 hours." Cas says.

"Wait, what? Why?" Sam asks.

"Well, the answer to your question can best be expressed as a series of partial differential equations." Cas says.

"Yeah, aim lower." Bobby says.

"The further back I send you, the harder it becomes to retrieve you. 24 hours is all I can risk. If I don't pull you home within that time, you'll be lost without me." Cas explains.

"Well, then we better get you a watch." Dean states, walking in with some shopping bags.

"What the hell's all that?" Bobby asks.

"We are going native. Got to blend in." Dean hands Sam one bag and Larissa another.

"Uh, no, thanks. I'm fine." Sam says.

"Yeah, me, too." Larissa says.

"Guys." Dean says.

"Dean, I can-- I can wear this." Sam gestures to the clothes he has on.

"And look like a spaceman?" Dean asks.

"Look, just because you're obsessed with all that wild west stuff--"