(A/N: Inspired by a Victoria's Secret commercial. I hadn't intended to make this a series, but this idea just wouldn't let me go.)
White wings flutter across the grainy screen of the motel TV.
"What is this?"
Dean whirls around so fast he almost falls off the bed. "Jesus, Cas! Little warning next time?"
"Why do those naked women have wings?"
From the other bed, where he's flipping through one reference book after another, Sam says, "Victoria's Secret Holiday Special. And they're not naked, they're promoting lingerie."
Castiel is studying the images on the screen. "Those are not real angels."
"No, they're better," Dean says with a lecherous grin. "Shut up, Cas, I'm trying to watch this."
"Real angels would have clothes on."
"Yeah, whatever. Shut up."
"Would you like me to take my clothes off?"
The smile fades from Dean's face. "Thanks a lot," he says, and gets up to turn it off.
Now Cas is confused. "What just happened?"
It's Sam who's grinning now. "He just pictured you naked."