So there's a really bad porn intro involving lemons... and I decided to write Supernatural fanfiction based on it.
"I love our lemon tree, Dean," Castiel said.
"I know," Dean said, squeezing Castiel's hand, "We could make... Key Lemon Pie!"
"That's... not a thing."
One day, on a whim, the two had decided they wanted a lemon tree. The tree had finally grown, and they were now admiring it.
"I hope no one steals our lemons," Castiel said worriedly.
"Mmm. There are some lemon-stealing whores in the area," Dean said, wrapping his arms around Castiel's waist.
"That's not very nice," Castiel scolded gently. Dean laughed and kissed Castiel's shoulder.
Castiel put his hand on Dean's cheek and gently kissed him.
Unbeknownst to the two lovebirds, a lemon-stealing whore was sneaking around their tree. And his name was Sam. Sam liked lemonade. He had planned to steal just enough lemons to make a few months worth of lemonade. Unfortunately, he forgot to bring a bag, so he put the lemons the only place he could think of: down his pants.
Castiel suddenly glanced at the tree.
"Dean," he said.
Dean also looked at the tree.
"It's a lemon-stealing whore!" he shouted.
"It's Sam," Castiel said.
As soon as he heard Dean shout, Sam knew he was in trouble. He sighed.
"Hey Dean," he said guiltily, stuffing a final lemon down his pants.
"Don't you 'Hey Dean' me," Dean scolded, "What are you doing?"
"Well, Eileen's visiting, and she mentioned wanting lemonade..." Sam explained.
Castiel nodded.
"Young love," he said seriously.
"Dude, don't take his side," Dean said, "And why are you stealing our lemons? Why not just buy lemonade?"
"It's better homemade," Sam shrugged.
"This whole situation is bizzare," Castiel noted.