Castiel looked down upon the sleeping figure of Dean Winchester. The angel reached down and drew his thumb across Dean's eyebrow and turning his hand over, he let it slide down the side of Dean's handsome face. Dean opened his eyes and turned toward the angel but saw only empty space.

There came a rapping on the motel door. Suspicious, Dean drew his gun from under his pillow and pointed it at the door as he struggled to get out of bed. He winched in pain as his fractured ribs protested his every action and with the gun in one hand and the cast on the other, he made little progress. Before he could sit fully upright, Sam entered carrying coffee and a white bag.

"Coffee and pie," he called out heading for the small table in the corner of the room where he deposited them along with his room key.

"Since when do you knock?" Dean asked in obvious pain.

Sam came to his side and helped him to his feet saying, "I was just trying to be considerate. I didn't know what and you Cass might be up to in here."

"I'm going to shoot you," Dean said quietly, pointing the gun toward, but not at, Sam.

Sam put up his hands and backed away asking, "Do you want coffee and pie or not? Because if you shoot me, I'm not sharing."

"What kind of pie?"

"Blueberry."

"Damn it!" Dean shouted while dropping the gun to his side.

"Also," Sam added, "if you're going to have coffee and pie with me, you need to put something on."

Looking down, Dean was shocked to see that he was naked. This was highly unusual as Dean never slept in anything but a t-shirt and pair of boxers.

Putting his gun over his genitals he asked, "Sam would get me a fresh pair of draws from my bag."

Sam went to Dean's duffle bag and drew out a fresh pair of boxers and a t-shirt for good measure. He crossed the room and held them out to Dean.

Dean rolled his head in an exaggerated manner coming to a stop; he gave Sam an intense look.

"What?" Sam teased.

"Don't make me ask," Dean seethed through close teeth.

"Ask what?"

Rolling his head again but stopping to look at the opposite wall Dean said, "Sam would you help me put those on?"

Smiling wide and thinking, "This is so much fun." Sam said sincerely, "Sure Dean, no problem."

Sam threw the t-shirt on the bed and then bending over, he held the boxers open and out, so Dean could step into them. Using the backs of his hands, Sam pulled the boxers out sideways and slid them up. They grazed the front and back of Dean's legs as they went. When the waistband reached Dean's penis, he moved the gun out of the way, and Sam pulled the waistband forward, up and over it. Sam then slid his hands over Dean's hips and buttocks riding the boxers up atop his hands the rest of the way.

"Hey!" Dean shouted at the feel of his brother's hands running over his body.

"Was that really necessary?" he growled at Sam.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Sam lied.

Dean waved the gun and said, "You're really asking for it!"

Sam pulled the gun away from him.

He gave Dean a very disapproving look and said, "Jesus Dean," and after setting the gun's safety, he tucked it into the back of his pants.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Dean mimicked.

Sam retrieved the t-shirt and gathered it up, so he could gently pass it over Dean outstretched arms and over his head. He pulled it down some, but Dean pushed him away and finished adjusting it himself.

Sam sat at the table. Dean followed and gingerly lowered himself into the opposite chair.

They sat quietly drinking their coffee and eating blueberry pie.

Sam finally asked what had been on his mind the entire morning, "So what happened with you and Castiel last night?"

"We had sex," Dean calmly replied.

Sam gulped and inhaled a great deal of coffee. He began to cough, sputter and choke profusely until he was purple.

Dean just smiled and continued to enjoy his pie.