AN: Just something I came up with while me and my sister were talking about meat suits (sound morbid). Castiel, Uriel and God. Where angels go for time out.

FIGHT! FOR THE TAX ACCOUNTANT?

"I want to be the tax accountant!" The little angel yelled at his brother.

"I will be the tax accountant. You will be the bald man!" Uriel yelled back watching Castiel's little lip quiver. "Aw, Dad, Castiel's crying again."

"No…no I'm not," the angel sniffled. At the sound of approaching footsteps both cherubs stood with their back's to the front of the closet, where a row of meat suits sat on hangers.

"What's going on here?" Their Father asked.

"Castiel's crying…again," Uriel said in a bored tone. Their Father looked at Castiel who was rubbing his eyes profusely with his hands. "He want's to be the tax accountant."

Their Father sighed and opened His arms for the little cherub to leap into. "I want to be the tax accountant. Uriel got to be it last time," Castiel whined.

"Is this true?"

"No!" Uriel spat back angrily.

"You're a liar," Castiel whimpered, his little blue eyes once again filling with tears.

"Uriel, do you want me to send you to time out?" Their Father said angrily but managing to keep his voice monotone.

"No…but?"

"Uriel, were you the tax accountant last time?" Their Father sighed.

"No…I mean yes." Uriel shook his heads in confusion.

"Why don't you want to be the other man?"

"The other man is boring and bald and ugly," Uriel stated. He was watching Castiel sharply from the corner of his eye.

"You can not omit someone because they look different, you know that," Their Father said, beginning to lose his patience with his young ones.

"I am not going to be the bald man," the cherub yelled back angrily stamping his little for on the floor.

Their Father had enough. "Uriel, go to time out. Castiel shall be the tax accountant; you shall be the bald man." He then turned to Castiel, "You can be the tax accountant, but you must remember that I won't fight all your battles anymore. You know how to settle a dispute amicably."

Castiel nodded his head in understanding. "I'm sorry, I forgot," he said meekly to Uriel who was tapping his foot in anger.

"I trust you both know," their Father continued turning to look at Uriel. "Smiting is not the answer." Uriel huffed but nodded his head. Uriel went to go to time out with Castiel following behind him. Before they left their Father asked Castiel what his mission was.

"Save Dean Winchester, stop Sam Winchester from becoming what he shouldn't and stop the 66 Seals from being broken or Lucifer shall walk the earth," the angel replied…

Castiel and Uriel walked to their Father's designated time out spot.

"Ah, time out today?" Alistair said as he saw the two cherubs walk up the road.

"Not me," Castiel said proudly, "It's Uriel."

Alistair pointed his finger in Uriel's direction. "What's happening to you, you may as well become a demon, the amount of time you spend here," he tutted.

Uriel gulped, wringing his hands together. "Have a good time in Hell!" Castiel said as he started retreating from the path.

"Dad?" He said looking upwards. "You need to find a new time out spot."

"C'mon," Alistair barked, "Your five minutes in Hell starts now..."

(Uriel and Castiel were supposed to grab Dean together, but of course Uriel was in Hell, serving time out. Castiel had to go it alone.)

AN: I actually thought this was where people went went they behaved bad for time out, that was when I was younger though. I now know the truth but I still think that's its cute in a weird maybe slightly twisted way... Luv Scare