"We need a maid," Deans says. It's amazing how depressing he makes it sound, Sam thinks. Not that he feels any better. "Wearing a tight, little—"
He's cut off by a sound from behind the gigantic pile of books. They really need to get rid of that thing, though.
They whip out their guns, holding them in shooting position, and carefully step around the pile.
Laying on the ground is..."Help me."
It's Cas, bloody and bruised and...wearing a maid outfit?