I don't own Supernatural. Enjoy!
You're over six feet tall and your head hits the roof of the Impala as you get out. It's been a long day and you just want to get back to the motel room and give your brother his damn pie that he wanted so late at night but was too lazy to get himself. Then you'll sleep until noon.
As you approach the room, however, you hear a familiar angel shouting.
"Dean, get it out!"
You don't have a dirty mind, but this sounds suspicious.
"I'm trying, Cas!" you hear Dean reply loudly.
"It hurts!"
"Take it like a man!"
"But I don't think my vessel can handle this!"
"I'll get it out if you stop moving!"
"I knew this was a bad idea, Dean."
It's not like you're a pervert, but you've got to open that door. First of all, you're curious if they are really doing the frick frack. Dean would have probably put something on the doorknob if he wanted to be alone. Secondly, an angel of the Lord is being victimized. And now you're not sure what your brother's sexuality is. So, you take a deep breath and open the door.
Instead of being in bed, Dean and Castiel are sitting at a table. You drop the pie. "Why are you holding hands?"
"We are not!" Dean yells, waving tweezers in the air. "Cas got stung by a bee."
Cas shows you the bee stinger in a swollen area of his hand. "It hurts."
You sigh with relief.
"What did you think was going on?" Dean asks.
You avert your gaze and shake your head. "Nothing."