"He's green."

"Yeah, Cas. Just like Beetlejuice was purple and the Smurfs were blue. Don't be such a racist!"

The angel didn't hear the sarcastic reply. Or if he did, he didn't understand. Or if he did, he ignored it.

"Why is he doing this?" he asked, "He was normal a moment ago, what's happened to him?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Dude, it's in the movie title."

Castiel thought about it for a second then nodded. "Is it some kind of cursed object?" he asked.

"Well… it's magical anyway."

"I've never heard of anything like that before."

"That's because it's a mo-vie!"

Dean almost choked on his beer as Castiel nodded very seriously, like Dean had just taught him something very important. Like, world-changing important.

Though the angel still couldn't figure out why this green-faced man on the screen kept bouncing around as an old lady tried to shoot him. "Is he immune to bullets?" the celestial being dared to ask.

"Among others." Dean shrugged. "Basically he can't die."

"But he's human." Castiel reasoned. "This thing might have turned him into something else," he paused to look at the suddenly very thin figure, "Something really strange, but he's human nonetheless. Why would he suddenly be immortal?"

"I know, it's not logical--"

"Not logical?" the angel interrupted him, "Dean, those programs you're watching, they get almost everything wrong."

"What have I told you about entertainment, Cas?" Dean asked like a teacher would ask one of his students to recite his lesson.

The student obediently replied. "That it doesn't have to have a point."

"And it doesn't have to make sense either." Dean added. "It's just something made so people can sit back, relax and enjoy the show. Understand what that means?" he asked smugly.

"Yes, as a matter of fact."

"Good! And what is that?"

"It means you love to watch pointless nonsense to pass the time."

Dean's chin dropped. A roaring laughter could be heard from the bathroom. Sam. Walls are as thick as freakin' cigarette paper, the eldest hunter thought as he sulked.

"Well," he said, trying to patch up the wounds of his wounded ego, "If you don't like it, you know what you have to do. I mean, you come here every night, ask me a thousand of questions about whatever I'm watching and leave me to struggle with answers."

Castiel smirked but didn't answer. That was more disturbing than his latest remark, though. Dean shifted almost convulsively. "What?"

"You have your fun, Dean Winchester. I have mine."

The end. The real end.


Answer : The Mask!

So, I guess this is it. Before you yell at me, let me explain : I enjoyed every bit of this story, and I'm sad it's over. But now, I'm kinda out of ideas and I didn't wanna disappoint you with chapters that would only be there to make this story longer. I mean, Cas has learnt his lesson now! I'd rather leave on a good note than making a mess out of this. Besides I have ideas for other stories (humor fics too!) and I'd like to experiment them.

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