CHAPTER 4
Sam was asleep on the couch, when they got into the motel. Spencer hid behind Dean.
"what's wrong, Spence?"
"who's that?!"
Dean smiled. "That's your Uncle, Sammy." He smirked "hold on!" . Dean slid Sam's hand off his eyes, ever so gentley, got some shaving cream from the bathroom, squirted some into Sam's hand, plucked a feather from the old fashioned feather duster and tickled Sam's nose.
Sam tried to scratch his nose, but fell victim to Dean's prank, waking up with a start!
"what the-EEEW!"
Daniel and Dean burst with laughter, but Spencer ran up to Sam. He was only slightly smiling. He gave Sam a couple of tissues. "Here" he smiled.
"thanks" Sam took the tissues, wiped his face, tossed the tissues in the trash, then looked at Dean and the twins. "Whats up with the kids?"
"They're mine!" Dean grinned, proudly. "The you acting one is Spencer, and the one who dosen't like anybody is Daniel." He extended the bag with the burgers to Sam. "Now how 'bout some lunch?!"
"um….o…kay."
Dean passed the food around to everybody.
Spencer and Sam sat on the couch, taking bites of their burgers and engaging in conversation as they casually took a sip of their drinks every once in a while.
Dean sat on the Recliner and Daniel sat on the floor. They didn't talk, they just scarffed down their burgers.
Half way through lunch, however, Castiel appeared.
"Hello, mistew angel!" Daniel grinned. Castiel looked kind of taken aback, but brushed it off.
"yo! Cas! Wasup?" Dean grinned.
"You know damn well! There's a …… I don't even know…… it's an angel, but it's killing prostitutes and their kids!