"Sam, I must speak with you urgently. It is about Dean." Castiel stood in the doorway of the latest in their endless stream of motel rooms, Dean recently having left through it to hunt down dinner. He appeared anxious, shifting on his feet, eyes darting around Sam's face, and the younger Winchester grew worried and ushered him into the dreary room.
"What about Dean? Has something happened?" Sam demanded as they settled themselves at the crooked table in the centre of the dated and tiny kitchenette.
"Your brother is fine, physically healthy," the angel assured. "It is something else which has given me cause for concern."
Same raised an eyebrow questioningly, silently encouraging Castiel to continue. "I have been familiarising myself with the thing you call the 'internet' and I found some evidence linking your brother's behaviour to symptoms of an epidemic currently sweeping the globe." Sam looked up in alarm, but Castiel continued before he had a chance to interrupt.
"He drives a classic car that is difficult to maintain and repair, yet scoffs at newer more practical models; he never follows fashions; he claims he'd hate to be 'normal'; he refuses to listen to anything but old, obscure music on outdated cassette tapes and acts offended at the thought of using more up-to-date technology such as your 'iPod' and he doesn't use or even acknowledge modern social fads such as 'myspace' or 'facebook'.
"You realise what this means, don't you Sam?" Sam simply looked at him uncomprehendingly. "It means your brother is a hipster."
Sam wasn't sure whether he should be more horrified by the fact that Castiel understood what a Hipster was, or the fact that he was right.
The door creaked open and Dean barged in, kicking it shut with a booted foot and throwing two brown paper bags down on the table with a meaty thwunk.
"Oh, hey Cas, didn't expect to see you around. You hungry? 'Cause I don't think we've got enough food but I'm happy to go out and get some more; the Chinese place down the street has the cutest little… why are you staring at me like that?"
Sam and Castiel continued staring in horror at Dean for a moment longer before looking at eachother, shaking their heads sadly and each reaching for a bag of Chinese food. Dean scowled, then shrugged at their odd behaviour, before turning around and walking out the door again; the girl at the Chinese shop really was cute.
AN - I've realised that all of the fanfiction I've been producing recently is crack fics, which I'm not even particularly good at :S Sorry about that. Now before I get flamers telling me I don't know what a hipster is, or that Dean's music taste is awesome or whatever, please note that I in no way meant to offend you. I love classic cars, rock music and cassette tapes just as much as the next person, but this scene just amued me when it was in my head, and it was written at 2:43am so forgive me if my facts aren't 100% spot on.
On an unrelated note, I have a new blog, wooo! It pretty much just follows my dorky exploits as a geeky London girl, but I would love for some people to check it out, maybe leave a comment or two? I'm super lonely over there. The link is at the bottom of my profile page :)
And now I'm goin to go to bed, because it's now 2:46am over here and it just took me 3 attempts to spell London!
Birdie out.