Sam was about to enter their motel room when he heard strange noises coming from the room.
He stopped and listened. He heard familiar voices. Dean and his angel. Well, not quite angel. Castiel had fallen and was becoming human slowly.
"Dean, it hurts!"
"I know it hurts."
"Oh ooooh…"
"Cas, you're making it worse for me!"
"I'm bleeding!"
Sam heard some whining and groaning and his cheeks turned pink.
"It's stuck!"
"Cas, just shut up and stop wriggling!"
"Dean, why can't you pull such a small thing out?"
"What? You call it small?"
Sam's face and ears turned scarlet red and he closed his eyes.
"Oh, hold on Cas, I've got it!"
"Pull it out, pull the damn thing out!"
"Just a sec."
"Can't you be more gentle? It hurts! Aaaaaaa…."
"What's wrong with you, take it like a man, Cas!"
"This is the first time I've ever…"
"Here it comes, it's almost out!"
Castiel's yelp sounded from the room, followed by Dean's relieved sigh.
Sam Winchester wiped the sweat off his forehead with his trembling fingers and ran outside the motel.
Meanwhile, in the other room, Dean had finished pulling the splinter out of Castiel's arm.
"You're such a baby." Dean grinned at him and slapped his ass while going to the bathroom to wash his hands.
