Sam's sudden laughter made Dean jump, pulling his attention out of the latest episode of Dr. Sexy M.D.

"What the hell, Sam?" he said, muting the TV and looking over at his brother, at the table with his computer.

"Oh, I'm gonna' love this."

Dean just stared, and sat up on the side of the bed.

"Chuck gave the fans at the con spoilers." Sam said, and Dean started to get worried that he was using their terminology.

"Okay." he sighed, ignoring his concern.

"He told them about the angels, about Castiel."

"So?"

Sam looked over at him and waited for him to understand, but he didn't. His mind, for once, wasn't going in that direction. So Sam turned back to the computer as Castiel popped into the room, back from who knew where.

"Congratulations, Cas, you're officially in the Winchester Gospel." Dean said.

"Of course I am." Castiel said like it was obvious.

"You're in the fandom too, now." Sam said. "And they've been busy."

Dean shook his head at the word 'fandom' and knew Castiel wouldn't know what it meant. He didn't even want to admit he knew vaguely what it was. He also knew what Sam meant by 'busy', as much as he didn't want to. He put a hand on Castiel shoulder and pulled him down to sit next to him on the bed. "If I have to hear it, you do too." Another poorly written, redundant story. But at least this time, it was about Castiel, not him and his brother… doing things.

Sam cleared his throat and started to read. "Castiel shrugged off his long trench coat, dropping it on the floor as he walked with determination to the bed."

Dean looked sideways at Castiel, who tilted his head, making Dean smirk.

"The angel shoved Dean back onto the hotel bedcovers and straddled-"

Dean's head spun to his brother. "What?!"

"I don't remember this occurrence." is all Castiel said, looking at Dean, who looked ahead and blushed. "When is it supposed to happen?"

Sam could've said a lot of things. Maybe it's not going to happen, it's something a fan wrote. But he just couldn't. Instead, he answered with one word: "April."

Castiel gave a nod. "April it is then." And disappeared.

"What the hell?" Dean exclaimed, looking around as Sam laughed obnoxiously. "What did he say?!"

"I think you know what he said."

"Shut up." Dean stood and grabbed his jacket from a chair on his way to the door. "I need a drink."