With a glance over to the door Sam yelled towards the bathroom

" Hey Dean how much longer you gonna be in there?"

Not wanting to start if he didn't have time to finish.

He smirked as he heard Dean shout " I don't know Sammy, like 15 minutes?"

"Uh try thirty Dean, we might go out later" he waited until he heard a grumbled "fine" from Dean before he grabbed his laptop from the bed. Accessing his laptops built in webcam and setting it up so it would record the room whenever he wanted. He made it so the tab was invisible and covered the recording light with a small piece of tape so Dean would never suspect. Now all I need to do is slip out and get it all recorded.Feeling accomplished he set his laptop so it faced the couch, Deans favorite hang out, and pressed record. Settling his eyes on the pizza he bought he remembered how hungry he was. So he walked over and grabbed a slice of the pepperoni and sat down to eat. He was on his second piece and halfway through his shake when he bit down and there was a cheese slide, leaving a huge splat on his shirt.

"Great" he said looking down at his shirt.

Picking the cheese up and popping it into his mouth he rose from his seat and began to take off his loose fitting shirt. As he was pulling it over his head Dean came out of the bathroom clutching his towel around his waist.

Leaving the steaming room only to find Sam slowly pulling his shirt up over his head. Showing off his toned abdomen, tanned skin, and the way his hips dipped into a V in his low riding jeans. He was so shocked he gasped and dropped his towel. Which would now make him naked in front of his little brother. 'fuck' he said quickly as he knelt down to grasp the towel and cover himself partly. Still staring at Sam who looked at him questioningly.

"What dude?" He snapped as he walked over to his clothes and pulled out a flannel button up. He shrugged it on and left the last few top buttons open so his chest was peeking through.

" Sam It's not everyday that a man is greeted by another man getting naked, much less his brother" he said as he wrapped the towel around himself and walked towards his clothes as well.

"Oh really?" Sam said with a teasing tone. " So is it customary to drop your towel when you see said naked man?"

Dean turned with a threatening glare " Is it customary for the dead to talk? Cause were gonna find out real quick here Sam"

"Yeah yeah , get dressed big boy" Sam said with a limp wrist as he blew a kiss and sauntered to the bathroom.

"Ha ha very funny" He said as he watched Sam walk away and bit his lip. Shit why am I thinking about sams ass? Pulling on his favorite underwear, [tmnt boxer briefs] and some jeans he felt a tingling sensation on his back. Turning to look there was yet again no-one there so he shrugged it off. As he shrugged on his black t- shirt the tingling sensation was still there and seemed to be moving. It was as if someone was tracing patterns into his back. Almost like letters, actually exactly like letters. Intrigued he felt the strokes and was shocked with what he came up with. The tingling kept tracing 'You are mine' over and over like a never ending loop. "Well aren't you a creepy bitch" he spat as he got up to sit on the couch. As he turned on the TV and flipped through the channels he came to rest on Dr. . After a few minutes Sam emerged from the bathroom to find Dean on the couch watching that stupid show rather intently.

"Hey I got us food" He said as he pointed to the box of abandoned pizza.

"not hungry" He uttered, not looking away from the show.

"well-" Sam started only to be shushed by Dean " Sam, shut up veronica is about to find out if raoul is going to live after the heart transplant!"

Shaking his head at Dean he asked " Well I was gonna ask if you wanted some pie..."

Sam chuckled as Dean turned around with full attention, Pie was the magic word.

"Yes to the pie Sam, I always want pie" looking at him pointedly he said " Why are you still here? Pie. Now"

"Whatever bossy" he said as he grabbed the keys to leave.

"Hurt my baby and I'll kill you" he shouted over his shoulder at Sam.

"mmhmm" said Sam as he shut the motel door. He was going to get some pie of course but he was going to take a very long time to do it. After Sam left Dean got real comfortable on the couch, sprawling his legs and resting his arms along the top of the couch. It was after a few minutes he began to feel the tingling sensation very lightly at his ankle. Staring at his ankle he breathed "no" as the sensation travelled higher. He jumped up in frustration and the tingling stopped. Curious he sat back down and the sensation began again gripping harder. He again hopped up and did a small 'huh' as it stopped again.

"That does it I need a coke" he said as he grabbed his coat and walked from the motel in search of a machine.

As Dean stormed off Sams laptop was still recording as the couch cushions shifted slightly and a figure formed from thin air. Sitting quietly was castiel sporting a michievious grin swirling circles into the cushion. Looking up at the door quickly before disappearing again right as Dean walked into the room sporting his coke.