Dean sat alone in his motel room. Alone, on account of Sam had left 5 hours ago to get coffee. Dean was beginning to suspect that none of this alleged coffee would ever arrive.
Channel-surfing was even more boring than usual, and Dr. Sexy M.D couldn't be found on any channel. As he channel-surfed, he somehow arrived at Nick Jr. As much as he hated this, he promptly dropped and broke the remote. "Crap," Dean muttered, looking at the shattered remains of the remote. He thought of his family.
As some small Spanish boy spoke to the audience about some bobcat stuck in a tree, Dean retrieved a bowl of cereal from the duffel bag. Dean sat upon the lumpy motel bed, proppping his feet up on the bed across from him. He munched on the cereal. It was bland and tasteless. He thought of his father.
Then, suddelny, Dean's attention was snapped back to the televicion. Diego was gone, a static haze left weher he had bean. But the voice continued, a disembodied, regae string of Mexican words. In the corner of the screen, a bobcat meowed.
"Is this the right door?" Diego's disemboded voice asked.
"Your mom is the right door." Dean snapped. Diego's mother was not, in fact, the right door. It was the red one.
"Excuse me?" The Spansh voice asked, suddenly sounding not from the tV, but from the room. Dean's neck snapped around, to see a small child, about two feet tall, standing at the door. Only, the child was like 2 dimensional, cartoonish. IT WAS DIEGO~~~~~~~~~`
"What the fu-" Dean blurted.
"Watch your mouth, your mama would be ashamed." Replied Diego, taking a step towards the surly man wearing the plaid.
Dean instinctively reached for the gun tucked in his belt loop. Instead, he found a banana. "What the fu-" Dean repeated, looking, bewildabeast, at the yellow fruit. Diego held up Dean's gun, pointing it at him. "Looking for this." Diego said, pulling the trigger. A gush of water squirted out, spraying Dean-o in the face.
"Listen here ya little shit!" Dean exclaimed, brandishing the banana at the small child.
Diego began to cry.
"Dean!" A gravelly, surly voice said.
Dean turned around. It was Castiel, who stepped from behind a shrub. When did that shrub get there...BIGGER ISSUES! Dean thought to himself, drooping the banana-wielding arm to his side.
Cas's eyebrows widened as he turned to see Diego. He squieented. "You." He said, anger radiating like sunrays from him.
Diego dropped the ex-gun now water gun. "You." He repeated, only, in Spnash language.
Cas lunged at Diego, angel blade out.
There was a large scuffle. Dean was shoved to the side, and he watched, in horroro as his angelic boyfriend faught with Diego.
Diego, with a blood-curdling screech, dropped dead.
Castiel stepped aside.
"What the fu-" Dean attempted to finsh tha sentience for the third tyme.
Out of nowplace, a sapphire blue dog appeared. With a bark, it placed it's pawws on Diego's corpse, then bounced off.
blue scadoo we can too, came a distant voice.
A green-stirped-shirted man appeared. He lookedat the corpse and weeped. "What does this clue mean," He choked between sobs. "What does blue wanna do tuday?"
"What the fu-" Dean tried again.
The door opened. Sam stepped in, carrying four styrofoam trays, all filled with large coffees. "Hey De-" He paused, looking round. "What the fuck?"