WOW: Eden. Those brothers make their mark, wherever they go.

Warning: fun and larks with a biblical story – no offence intended. However, if you don't like that sort of thing, please don't read.

Disclaimer: I don't own them, and I can kiss goodbye to any divine intervention after this!


There appeared to be no logical reason why Castiel had transported them to the Garden of Eden. At least Sam guessed that's where they were; this beautiful place couldn't be anywhere else.

Dean had wandered off to 'check the place out' and Sam frowned nervously when he finally reappeared with a headless snake carcass hanging over his shoulder.

"Snack for you dude," he shouted, tossing Sam an apple as he dropped his limp burden; "I nearly had goddamn heart failure when I saw this freakin' fugly great thing." He glanced down at the coiled carcass.

"It'd make an awesome steering-wheel cover."