Rating: PG
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Summary: "What about this one?" Sam picked up the tiny angel in one hand.
Notes: Thanks to hunters_retreat for the beta. For tracy_loo_who prompt: Dean keeps trying to find a Castiel-like ornament to put on top of the tree but can't, so he is all :( about it. Castiel is huffy at first but eventually decides to help him out somehow.

"What about this one?" Sam picked up the tiny angel in one hand.

Dean snatched it from him, looking at it for all of two seconds before putting it back on the shelf. "He's hairs not blonde and have you ever seen him carry around a harp?" snapped Dean, a little on edge.

"Dean I think we've looked at every angel ornament there is," Sam tried to argue but his brother had already taken off down the aisle. "Forget it," Sam shouted at Dean's retreating figure, "You can keep looking but I'm done."

The food court offered a type of sanctuary to Sam as he found an empty table and collapsed onto it. His peace and quiet however didn't last too long as a flutter drew him out of his thoughts. Rolling his eyes Sam looked up to find Castiel staring at him.

"Hello Sam," the angel spoke before looking over both his shoulders. "Where's Dean?"

Huffing Sam offered a lazy shrug. "Probably off harassing some poor sales clerk."

Castiel just frowned.

"He's looking for an angel," Sam explained, realizing his mistake as Cas' frown turned into a glare. "An angel ornament," he corrected himself. "One that looks like you."

A hint of anger swept through Castiel's face, he knew what those false replicas looked like. "That is not what an angel looks like," he began.

"That's what Dean said," cut in Sam which caused Cas to stop. "He doesn't want some harp playing, halo wearing, fluffy long haired fake angel. He wants a stocky, short, badass, real one like you but I keep telling him that he won't find it."

"I have to go," Cas barely got the words out before disappearing.