Somebody named Osjec asked if I'd finish the story. Well, this is just a bunch o' one-shots. And thanks for saying it's awesome :)

The bunker, being the large place that it was, needed to be cleaned on a regular basis. Sam, being the "clean freak" that he was, noticed a buildup of cobwebs in various rooms. He knew that Dean was definitely slacking off, probably doing something that wasn't good for his health. Since Sam knew he had nothing better to do, he got to work.

The swoosh of Castiel's wings startled Sam. "Oh, hey there, Cas," Sam stated, looking over his shoulder and then continuing to remove dust and webs with the broom.

"Hi."

The gruff voice had sounded much like the time when Sam had questioned why the angel had paid more attention to Dean. A more profound bond, Cas had replied with wistfulness in his voice. Well, at least he was still best buds with Sam, occasionally spending time alone with him.

"Need any help?" Cas inquired.

"Sure," the Winchester responded. As the angel wandered off to find a broom, Sam decided to pick off some cobwebs and toss them into the trash can. Bad idea.

A huge (or maybe it looked huge, that thing was too hairy for its own good) black spider meandered out of the straw. On instinct, Sam screamed like a girl. It wasn't manly, of course, who could yell manly in the face of an eight legged sonuvabitch like this?!

He whacked the broom against the wall, which enticed the spider to scurry up the handle.

"I got this!" Cas leaped into action with his angel blade, Sam dropping the broom. He stabbed wherever the spider happened to run, on the floor, up the wall. The angel blade clanged against the concrete as Cas did the best to gank the arachnid.

Sam was backed against a shelf of boxes as Dean entered the room, yawning. The older Winchester was in his pajamas—sweatpants and T-shirt—and had a copy of Busty Asian Beauties in hand. He approached Cas and the spider nonchalantly, rolling up the magazine. Dean gripped Castiel's shoulder and gently moved the angel aside.

With a quick hit, Dean squashed the life out of the spider. Guts splattered onto the wall and some stuck to Dean's magazine. He yawned again and exited. "Thanks, Dean," the angel and moose said in unison. They turned to each other, eyes meeting.

"Nice hunting skills," Cas commented, a little smile spreading on his face.

"Shut up," Sam grinned. He picked up his broom and resumed cleaning. Cas found a feather duster and began in his own corner of the room.

One of the spider's legs twitched. Its insides returned...

The two weren't expecting this, slowly turning around at the creepy crawly pieced itself back together.

"DEAN!" Sam and Cas screamed, holding onto each other for dear life. "DEEEEEEEEEEEAN!"

Said Winchester strolled back into the room with a mug of coffee. He glanced at the spider, shook his head, and took a sip of his drink.

"DEAN!"

"What?"

"KILL IT!"

"Calm down, guys. It's just a creepy-Crowley." He smiled and walked out.

They turned to look at the spider. It seemed as though it was smirking at them.

"Hello boys."