DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural. I wish I did. Or at least had a joint-custody agreement and got to spend time with it every other weekend with supervised visitation. Oh well…

References to "Dead & Breakfast" (with Jeffrey Dean Morgan). Slashy thoughts.

SPN Crack:

Pairing: Dean/Castiel

Rating: PG

Setting: Early/Mid Season 5

Dean plopped down on the old motel bed, hearing the springs and frame groan with his weight.
He turned on the TV, hoping to find something that could keep his mind off the impending Apocalypse and possibly lull him to sleep.

"Dead and Breakfast?" he raised an eyebrow and switched to that channel, wondering what on earth would be terrifying about legions of undead at a bed-and-breakfast.
A good-ol'-boy appeared on the screen, cowboy hat on his head and guitar in hand. He began to sing about the recent murders and Dean chuckled at the absurdity...

"Tall, dark, mysterious and sultry man with bedroom eyes and shoulders you could hang a bedspread on..."

Dean's mind wandered from the film for a split second and only one face came to mind.
Castiel. Angel of the Lord.

Bedroom eyes?

Most definitely.

Shoulders you could hang a bedspread on?

Well, that trench-coat would need to come off...

But the singer onscreen managed to break through, "I mean, I like huntin' and fishin' - I'm kiddin', come on! I'm a red-meat man who likes his films gory, so let's just continue on with our story! ... Someone hand me some chew..."

Snapping upright, Dean's eyes widened and they darted across the room, double- and triple-checking that no one was around.

He grabbed the remote and pounded the buttons with a Neandertal-like fist until the TV found some gory slasher film with naked, and very female, cheerleaders.

The hunter sunk into the mattress, letting out a sigh. "Oh boy..."