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[leafzelindor]

Cas sighs and climbs onto the blue Doppler van’s roof, affectionately known as the mobile lab, and sets to fiddling with the radar dish. He can hear music wafting from Gabe’s bus, and he smiles as he waits for Sam to give him the signal to turn the dish back on. A thump on the roof sounds and Sam Winchester yells out to him. “OK, doc, hang in there. Fairly sure it’s fixed now.” There’s silence for a few more beats, then, “Go for it.” Cas flips on the Doppler, and for a second, it looks like it’s going to work, then sparks start flying. “God damn it, Sam!” he swears as he yanks his hand back, shaking it. “Shit, sorry! Hang on.” Cas aims a kick at the base of the dish. “Fuck, this thing is useless,” he growls. “Sorry!” A few seconds later, the damn thing beeps and starts sweeping from side to side, and Cas stomps on the roof. “Hey! It’s working now, thank God. Give me a reading!” “Hold your damn horses, Cas,” Sam grumbles as he unfolds his six-foot-plus frame out of the van. He lumbers over to the laptop that’s connected to the Doppler. “Alright, hit me. Where do you want it?” Cas shields his eyes and looks at the horizon, studying the clouds. He can see the lightning playing in the clouds and the distant rain as it sweeps across the prairie. He rattles off the directions he wants Sam to focus on and continues to scan the staging area, taking in his team and the preparations they are doing for the day. Gabriel Milton is sitting in his bus, The Archangel, likely watching porn alongside the weather forecasts. Cas has no idea how his cousin manages to do three things at once because now, he’s also treating them to a rousing rendition of Eric Clapton’s Motherless Child over the loudspeaker. Cas looks over to his navigator and best friend, Charlie Bradbury. He and Charlie had met in school, and the short, plucky redhead is the best navigator in the country. She can find a way to the needle in the middle of a haystack with her eyes closed. Right now, she’s smoothing out her maps on a haystack next to the truck she rides in with Balthazar Roche, an English transplant with a love of V-neck t-shirts. Kevin Tran, a young college student, is standing next to her. Charlie looks annoyed, and the wind shifts so he can hear part of their conversation. “All I’m saying is don’t fold the maps!” Charlie says as she works to flatten out her jumbled maps. “I didn’t fold the map!” Kevin says defensively. Charlie rolls her eyes. “Uh-huh. Then why is Kansas just one big mess, huh? There’s a big ole crease through Wichita,” she says, pointing to what Cas assumes is Wichita on the map. “Roll the maps. Got it?” Cas turns away from Charlie, chuckling, and sees a red Dodge speeding up to the staging area. Ah, that must be Dean. He turns away and starts fiddling with the cords attached to the Doppler, making sure they are correctly anchored. Stay tuned to @spn-mediabigbang to see more art (mid-April) and the full fic posting in late April to early May. This fic by Wargurl83 (https://archiveofourown.org/users/wargurl83/profile) is an action/adventure story based on the 1996 movie TWISTER.

[leafzelindor]

“Yeah,” Castiel chimes in with a laugh of his own. “Gotta get you signed up for that Tinder.”

 “That’s not gonna happen,” Dean says with a shake of his head.

 “We’ll see,” Cas laughs.

 Castiel picks up his other card.          

 “You didn’t need the app,” Dean protested.

 “Yeah, well I took a calculated risk.” Charlie stated. “When your neighbor comes home with a gallon of mazola and only a gallon of mazola and you know for a fact that she can’t cook … I mean that’s basically a neon sign, you know?”

 “What is mazola?” Castiel asks, first looking at Dean and then out to his crew when Dean cannot produce an answer.

 “It’s corn oil,” Benny, the Chef on their crew chimes in. “Maybe her neighbor was gonna make cupcakes.”

 “Yeah,” Dean laughs. “I am sure that is exactly what her neighbor was doing.”

 “It’s your turn Dean,” Charlie interrupts, pushing the show along. They do have to try and stay within a certain frame of time.

 “Yeah, yeah,” Dean huffs, reaching for another card.

 “Well,” Dean ignored her comments on the oil. “Anyway, I am on an app. No bites.”

  “What about the hookup ones?” Charlie asked. “The kind that asks you a bunch of personal questions about your cob.”

 “Uh,” Dean stumbled over his words for a moment. “Yeah. Still nothin.”

“About my cob?” Dean asks, tossing the card onto the table, a little harder than he needs to.

“I thought you loved corny jokes,” Castiel says with a laugh, earning him an elbow to the side, which only makes him laugh harder.

Once he gets his laughter under control, he reaches for his next card.

 “Why?”

 “I’m husky,” Dean answered.

 “You are?” Charlie squealed excitedly. “You never told me that.”

 “Why would I?”

 “Because friends tell friends these things,” Charlie scolded. “Shit, I think I even told you what my doctor said my oil density was.”

 “Yeah,” Dean groaned. “You over share.”

 “Oil density?” Dean questions with a tilt to the head.

“Can no one answer that please?” Castiel asks in return. “I really don’t want to know what that means. Please and thank you.”

 “Better get on with it then before Charlie gives us the definition.”

 “Right,” Castiel agrees, picking up his next card.

 “Have you ever thought about, I dunno,” Charlie lowered her voice, almost as if knowing she could scare Dean off in this moment, “expanding your search options?”

 “I’m not going to drive an hour just to get slathered, Charlie,” Dean argued.

 “No,” Charlie shook her head at her sometimes dense best friend. “I mean … like dudes? A lot of them actually prefer the musk of the husk, you know?”

 “The musk of the husk?” Dean’s eyes go big as he looks at Castiel’s card and silently mouths the line once again. “Who, the fuck, pardon my language. But who the fuck writes this stuff?”

 “Our fans do apparently,” Castiel answers.

 Dean picks up his next card, clearing his throat for the millionth time.

 Stay tuned to @spn-mediabigbang  to see more art (mid-April) and the full fic posting in late April to early May. This fic by Crowleyhasfeels https://archiveofourown.org/users/crowleyhasfeels/profile is an angsty comedy story based on Good Mythical Morning.