Dean, Cas and Sam were standing in an open field. There was a low wall at the end of the field and Sam had placed some cans on it.
Dean showed Cas how to prepare a gun and then made a few shots at the cans. He didn’t miss one.
“You’re really good at this” Cas said admiring. Dean handed the weapon to him. “Your turn”, he said, when Sam had put the cans back and stepped away from the wall as far as possible. He didn’t really trust Cas with a gun.
Cas aimed the gun at the walls and fired and missed.
“I think you just killed a tree” Sam joked. “If I were you, I’d hide for Mother Nature”
“Really?” Cas asked concerned.
“No” Dean answered, casting an annoyed glance at his brother. “Try again” he said serious.
Cas pointed the gun at the cans, fired and missed again. “I suck” he said grumpy and he threw the gun on the ground. He turned around and walked away.
Dean shot a confused look at Sam, who pulled up his shoulders.
“Cas!” Dean called. “Get back here!”
“No!” Cas shouted back, without turning around and he walked faster. Dean rolled his eyes and ran to him.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked when he’d overhauled Cas.
“Nothing” Cas snapped.
“Really? Could’ve fooled me” Dean replied sarcastically. “Then why are you acting like an angry teen?”
“Because…I’m hungry” Cas answered pissed off. “And I’m wearing the same clothes as I did last night and they’re not even mine. I’m useless and Meg hates me”
Dean widened his eyes. “Okay, I take everything back I just said. You’re not acting like an angry teen, you’re acting like a drama queen”
“I’m not-” Cas started to defend himself, but Dean cut him off.
“Let’s try it one more time. After that I promise we’ll grab a snack and get you some new clothes” he said, feeling somewhat guilty. After all it was his fault his best friend was now starving.
“I’ll miss again, you know” Cas said sad.
“Use your imagination” Dean advised. “Imagine you’re shooting a person, not a can” He took Cas arm and dragged him back to the field. Sam had already picked up the gun and gave it to Cas. Cas aimed it at the cans, fired and kept firing until all bullets were used.
He pushed the weapon in Dean’s arms and walked to the car.
“What’s his problem?” Sam asked, looking at Dean, who was looking at Cas.
“He’s hungry” Dean answered.
“You sure that’s it?” Sam asked doubtful.
“No” Dean sighed.