"Sammy"
Dean cocks his head and stares at the flimsy, light blue panties he currently has hooked around his index finger.
"You better not have been banging some chick in my bed again"
The elder Winchester didn't know whether to be proud, or disgusted that his brother was finally out there, on the pull again.
He'd go with proud normally; however the last thing he wanted was to walk in on his brother doing it with some female he had just picked up.
In fact what was wrong with this whole picture? That was more his style, not his younger brothers. Sam was more the morally righteous type; he at least brought them dinner first.
Sam walked in, fresh from his shower, rubbing at his overly long hair with a thread bare towel in hand.
"Wow, Dean. Tasteful"
The younger Winchester sniggered before flopping down onto his mattress, his hands reaching into his duffel back to find a clean shirt.
"What, no! These aren't mine you dick, they're yours"
Dean scowled and threw the panties at his brothers face before sitting down and helping himself to the bottle of whiskey that had been waiting patiently for him the best part of an hour.
"Well they sure as hell aren't mine"
Sam scowled back, and rolled his eyes as he watched Dean pour a heavy glassful of amber liquid down his gullet.
"Well if they aren't yours, and if they aren't mine, that means the cleaning lady around her seriously needs a kick up the ass. Or they're probably..." Dean snorted and shook his head. "Never mind"
"Hello Dean, hello Sam"
The angel appeared in his normal rush of wings, and stood quietly alert in the corner of the motel room, his head cocking to the side slightly as he tried to gather the jist of the brothers conversation.
"Is there a problem?"
Castiel's eyes glanced around the room, his eyes narrowing slightly as he caught sight of the pale fabric lying next to Sam's feet. His mouth suddenly dry as he contemplated his next move.
"You both seem somewhat agitated. You were broadcasting very loud"
The angel inched his way slowly towards Sam, his eyes flitting towards the elder hunter, who's own gaze was currently directed suspiciously towards his brother.
"We we're just discussing Sam's apparent sex's life, Cas"
Suddenly more interested in the contents of his bottle after seeing nothing entertaining about to happen, Dean turned away and directed his attention to refilling his glass.
Sam snorted and threw his best bitch face in Dean's direction.
"For the last time Dean, they're not…..What the hell Cas?"
Dean looked up in time to see the angel suddenly scoop up the discarded lingerie, and vanish in an instant.
The elder hunter looked over to his brother, his mouth gaping open slightly as the words spluttered out of his mouth.
"That kinky angel, son of a bitch"