Dean Winchester drove the impala down the random Midwest country road. There were many trees. Many, many trees. Dark trees... whispering trees. They were beginning to speak to him. They spoke... to all of us.
Welcome... to Night Vale.

"Sam, seriously? This is the geeky stuff you're into now?" Dean said, shutting Sam's laptop he had open in the passenger seat. "I mean, you've always been a weirdo, but c'mon."

"You didn't even listen to the episode!" Sam defended. "It gets to be about, like, ghosts, and hooded figures, and mysterious children- and angels! Angels who change lightbulbs!"

Suddenly a figure appeared in the backseat, startling Sam and almost causing Dean to swerve off the road in surprise. Cas' gravelly voice traveled from the backseat. "Did someone request a replacement lighting fixture?"

"Goddamnit Cas!" Sam and Dean both shouted.

"That is not appropriate language."

"What's not 'appropriate' is you appearing randomly in the car like that! We could've frickin' died!"

"Like you haven't done that enough already," Cas retorted, breaking the fourth wall with his handsome fist.

"Whatever man, let's just listen to music." Dean retrieved a cassette from a small collection and popped it in the cassette player.

"I SEE A LITTLE SILHOUETTE OF A MAN-"

"Wh-? This is supposed to be Sabbath!" Dean exclaimed, yanking the tape out of the slot.

"I have some friends an identical problem," Castiel said. "For long has this musical device been in this vehicle?"

"I bought it maybe, two weeks ago? I don't know," Dean said.

Cas simply nodded. Dean gave up on trying to understand.

They pulled over to a motel and Dean and Cas got out. "Uh, guys... Where are you going? The gig is hundreds of miles away from here."

Dean and Cas didn't respond. Cas used his magical angel powers to unlock a random unused motel room and they stepped in. Sam followed them out of confusion and anger.

Castiel and Dean started removing each others heavy jackets that they inexplicably wore year-round, and began passionately frenching. It totally slayed. Sam reached the motel room door and, catching a glimpse of the steamy action, sighed heavily and leaned against the motel wall. "Really, guys? Really? Again?"

Sam stormed back to the impala and drove it to a restaurant. A bowl of leafy greens was delivered to him. At least he would always have his salad.

- THE END -

PS - "Dean, what if you wear my clothes, and I wear y-"
"No."
Castiel: *affixes his tie to Dean's head, giggles intoxicatedly*