Dean flopped down into his bed, he and Sam had just finished a hunt and they were both exhausted. Dean was on the verge of sleep when a light flutter of wings at the foot of his bed brought him back to consciousness. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.
"Hello Dean" a deep voice said. Dean glanced across to Sam's bed and found that he was already asleep.
"What do you want, Cas?" Dean replied quietly, trying to avoid waking Sam.
"Dean there's... there's something I have to tell you." Castiel said, a troubled look in his eye.
"Can't it wait?"
"I'm afraid not."
"Well what is it then? I need to sleep."
Castiel took a deep breath.
"Dean, I'm- I'm Hannah Montanna."
Dean sighed, "Come on Cas, I'm running on fumes here, some of us actually need to sleep. What do you want?"
"I've told you." Castiel did his '?' face.
"Seriously Cas what is it"
"I am being serious, Dean." Dean blinked and Castiel had put on a blond wig and was now holding a microphone. He angel poofed himself onto the table of the motel room and held the microphone up to his mouth.
"I'm super cool, super hot, livin' like a rock star, you think I'm super, you think I'm super, on the cover of your magazine, wherever I go they make a scene I'm super, super, I'm super-duper"
Sam woke with a start. "What the hell?"
Dean turned to him with worried eyes, "Cas just told me that he was Hannah Montanna then started singing."
"What's wrong with him?" Sam looked at Castiel. "Did something happen?"
Castiel stopped singing and stared at Dean. "I told you my greatest secret."
"Should we take him to Bobby?" Sam asked, concerned.
"does it fuckin look like something Bobby can fix?" Dean said, still watching Castiel
"Well we have to try something, we can't just leave him like this!"
"Why do you assume that there is something wrong with me?" Castiel asked "This is who I really am."
"It's okay Cas, we'll fix you up." Sam said.
"No." Castiel insisted, "I'm individual, I'm not like anyone, I can be glamorous, just like you see in all the magazines, I can be cool as ice, or anything I wanna be."
And with that, Castiel disappeared.
Dean groaned "Well, I guess we know where we're going next."
"Where?"
"A Hannah Montanna concert."