Silver Creek and if the whole world is crashing down

Cas' brow quirked -- sleeping caterpillars carried by ants -- oh. OH. his ear splayed and he tried to hide a smile from Indra at the unwitting grimness she had described. he couldn't very well explain that the caterpillar wasn't sleeping without throwing RAH DEATH right in her little innocent face. 

and so, like any good parent who also wanted to avoid a hard discussion, he nodded. "that's right! how lucky are caterpillars, to have such great friends who carry them around." because they're fucking dead, he tittered inside his head.

"yes," he agreed with a firm nod. "bad reek. evil reek. wicked reek." good, now they were all on the same page. "what do you wanna learn about today, Indy?"