"DEAN, WE MUST TWERK!"
"Cas, shut the hell up!" Dean shot him a glare. "Do you even know what twerking is?"
"I have been influenced by pop culture."
"That doesn't mean you have to twerk in my face, Cas."
Cas responded by stripping down to his zebra-print thong. He twerked like there was no tomorrow. When Sam walked into the hotel room, he started screaming. The screams were not screams of fear. They were screams of excitement. Sam always had wanted a twerking partner.
"OMG CASTIEL! We are sooooooo like, twinning right now!" Sam tore off his clothes to reveal a matching thong.
"OH MY GOD," Dean started to cry out. He hid in the corner, clutching a bottle of beer.
Cas and Sam just used this to their advantage, and they stood over Dean's heaving body, shaking there junk like it was the apocolypse. Dean could only helplessly watch in terror.
It was happening.
The twerkocolypse.