Sam pulled back the vintage floral curtain, glancing quickly out the motel window as the Impala pulled up outside. "Is that Dean?" Castiel asked from his seat on the floor in front of the television. "Yeah," Sam said, turning back to face the room. "Cas, why are you sitting on the floor?" He frowned.
Castiel looked momentarily confused, "I'm not entirely sure. Should I seat myself elsewhere?"
Smiling, Sam laughed, "hey man, you can sit wherever." Castiel's concerned expression quickly changed to relief, and then joined Sam's in a gleeful grin.
"Beer and pie, what else could a man need!" Dean exclaimed, entering the dusty room.
"Oh, I don't know," Sam replied sarcastically, "actual food, maybe?"
"Pie is food you knob." Dean said, shutting the door behind him and taking a seat on one of Queen beds. "Heads up!"
Castiel dove quickly out of the way as the can of beer flew past his head. "You were supposed to catch that." Dean laughed, "quit wasting beer!"
"Is that a normal human custom? I thought you were attacking me with your beverage." This comment only ensued more laughter from the brothers. Castiel smiled shyly while Dean passed him another beer, by hand this time.
"Oh, oh!" A very drunken Sam slurred a few hours later, "let's play slaps! I haven't played it since we were kids!"
"Uh, yeah. That's because it sucks." Dean said back, equally as intoxicated. Castiel was giggling to himself as they argued. "Come on!" Sam begged, giving his brother his best puppy dog eyes. Dean rolled his eyes, "Fine, alright, alright. You're a God damn child, Sam." Sam smiled happily as Dean began to explain the rules to a hammered Castiel.
"I don't understand. You hurt each other for fun? This is a children's game?"
"Hells bells Cas, I'll just show you." Dean put his hands out, palms facing upwards. "Now you do the same," he said, "only have your palms facing down." Castiel did this, "now what?" He asked.
"Now, I'm going to try to slap the back of your hands with mine, and you have to try to move your hands before I can do it. Are you ready?"
"Ready."
Dean's hands shot up, smacking the backs of Castiel's, whom promptly whimpered with pain. "Oh shit," Dean said, grabbing Cas's hands in his own, "Did I hit you too hard? I'm sorry man."
"No, it's okay." Cas said smiling, as his eyes met Dean's "I don't think I fully understand the concept of this game."
Dean nodded slightly, although his eyes stayed locked in place. He continued to hold onto Castiel's slightly pink hands."I'm… just going to leave." Sam said, breaking the silence which seemed only awkward to him. He got up quickly, heading to the door.
Sam turned the handle, "I'm going to sleep in the Impala tonight, okay?" He asked, but Dean and Cas were already sprawled on the floor. Lips about to touch. "Yeah, okay, perfect." Sam growled, stepping out into the night, but as he closed the door behind him, he couldn't help but smile.