Castiel was done. He was absolutely done with making the damned hotel bed. Why were the sheets off in the first place? He tried asking Dean after he had told him to make the bed, but Dean just told him to do it and don't ask questions.
He was frustrated and so close to smiting the freaking sheet. Every time he managed to get two corners around the mattress and went to do the other two, the first corners that he had done came undone and it was starting to piss him off, especially since there were other sheets to do and he had no idea what those would have in store for him. He was in the process of attempting to do the fourth corner when he heard Dean slip out of the bathroom.
"You okay, Cas? You're all red and I kept hearing the bed move from inside the shower. Have a girl hidden in closet?" Dean asked jokingly.
"The bed is giving me difficulty"
"Jesus Chri-"
"I am Castiel."
"...Yeah, whatever."
Noticing the pile of sheets and bare bed behind Cas, Dean asked, "You haven't even gotten the first sheet on?"
"The corners keep coming undone. How do I stop them?"
Dean sighed and pushed the angel out of his way before grabbing hold of the white hotel sheet.
"Watch me Cas."
And with that, Dean Winchester, hunter of monsters and nightmares, legends and myths, begun teaching Castiel, an angel of The Lord, how to make a bed.