A/N: Hey guys, I am sorry if you ship it, but I don't. so don't be offended, because I'm really not trying to insult your ship. I know this has been done before, but I think that its pretty funny, so, here you go!
hey guys! Missy here, just wanted to say that I'm sorry that Fanfictiondotcom would not let me put the website name in the story, so I've tried to fix it, but if this makes it awkwarder, then tell me and ill fix it!
OH, YOU GUYS!
Dean slowly pulled the Impala into the motel parking lot and coasted onto a spot in front of their room. As he opened the car door he glanced at his brother who was slumped across the backseat, and watched as Castiel slowly pulled open the back door and tapped Sam's shoulder, rousing him.
"Hey, come on. It's been a long day." Dean sighed and unlocked the motel room door, then reached around the corner and flipped on the light. Sam stumbled through the door after him, followed by Castiel, and collapsed on the bed, falling asleep as soon as his body hit the sheets. Dean glanced back over at his brother's sleeping form and sighed. He walked over to his brother's bed and carefully removed his shoes and pulled the blankets over his shoulders, then crawled onto the couch and, following his brother's example, fell instantly asleep.
Castiel watched the whole scene jealously and hovered over Dean's sleeping form, then-
"Whoa, Whoa, Whoa," Dean interrupted his brother, "Jealously? Hovered over his sleeping form? What is this?!"
"I told you. It's FanFiction. Its stories that people write about our lives, I found it while I was researching for the case. The website is called destielwincestficsdotcom. I guess they ran out of domain names, because they butchered your name Cas, and what's Wincest? It sounds like some twisted abbreviation of our last name, Dean." Sam clicked something on the screen while Cas and Dean glanced at each other awkwardly, as they suddenly understood what was going on. But before either could get up the courage to explain it to Sam, he interrupted: "There are forums discussing us too, guys. But they keep saying stuff about ships and canons, I think that they think we're pirates."
Dean stopped him there and leaned down to whisper in his brother's ear. As Dean continued Sam's eyes widened and he cleared his throat loudly, signaling for Dean to stop. All three of the boys glanced at the computer screen and shuddered, then glanced around awkwardly, avoiding each other's eyes. Sam was the first to break the vigil of awkwardness by clearing his throat as he erased all evidence of the experience from his laptop. They all shared one more awkward glance before Dean laughed nervously and turned to go to bed.
Sam followed suit and carefully removed his shoes, then crawled under the blankets hesitantly, obviously scarred by recent (fictional) events. Meanwhile, Dean slowly sat down on the couch and cautiously laid on his side, never taking his eyes off Cas, then slowly his eyes closed and he succumbed to sleep. As his eyes shut, Cas rose from his chair on the opposite side of the room and walked over to Dean's couch, adjusted Dean's blanket to make him more comfortable, then crossed the room to Sam's laptop and pulled up his new favorite website, destielwincestficsdotcom, but he would probably skip the Wincest and head straight for the Destiel.