Dammit! Who Gave Him Sugar?
Chapter Three:
Basket Case
Author P.O.V.
Sam couldn't sleep, and he had tried everything. He gave up and began texting Castiel.
Suddenly, the angel appeared in the hotel room. Sam glanced at the fallen angel, noticing something weird, but not being able to put his finger on it, his brain being muddled by lack of sleep.
"Hey Cass. How're you doing?"
"Help me."
Sam spun around, finally noticing what he saw. He was facing the small angel.
"Dude, what the hell?" The fallen angel was stuck in a picnic basket, twisted like a pretzel. And naked.
"I'm stuck."
"How in the name of Hell did this happen?"
"It was Naked Day in Heaven, and Gabriel bet me his wings that I couldn't fit in this picnic basket, and I wanted my Wings back, so I proved him wrong, and now he owes me Wings."
"So you're naked. In a basket."
"Pretty much."
The younger Winchester grabbed Castiel under his armpits and pulled. After a struggle, in which Cass's foot got stuck, he was out of the basket. Cass breathed a sigh of relief, then realized Sam was holding him up in the air. "Can you put me down?"
Sam dropped him on the ground, and the ex-angel screamed and grabbed the foot that had been stuck. The noise awoke the eldest Winchester, who shot up and looked around for the source of the noise. When he discovered the two, he blinked dumbly. "Okay, I don't care what kind of fucked up relationship y'all have, but I don't really want to know about it. So either quiet down, or get a separate room."
Sam chuckled and began to look down at the floor, but something caught his eye. On his brother. In the region of his….thing.
"Dude, really? You have a boner from seeing naked Cass?"
