One night, whilst drinking in a bar with Sam and Castiel, Dean got an idea so fantastic that he cursed himself for not thinking of it earlier. It all came together when a gorgeous blonde, probably about 5'6, came sauntering in with her hips swaying. Dean's wandering eyes travelled from her black pumps up to her inviting chest. Sam smacked his brother's wrist for staring so long. "Dude, really?"
Dean shrugged. "It's been a long time, okay?"
"I am confused." Castiel admitted, giving the boys a puzzled look.
Dean clucked, shaking his head. "Man, it's just that girl. I mean, she's gorgeous." He discreetly nodded in her general direction before taking another swig of his beer. He didn't even need to be drinking anything, but the warm taste of it was both familiar and comforting.
"I thought it was considered rude to stare."
"It is." Sam affirmed, annoyed. "Dean just thinks she can't see him oggling at her."
"Sam," Castiel suddenly said, gruffly, "he's-"
The youngest Winchester watched his brother's mouth fall open, allowing black smoke to stream out of his throat. With a sickening thought, Sam realised Dean was going to possess that poor girl.
"Cas! Do something!" Sam glanced around, hoping nobody else noticed the thick smoke pouring from out of his brother's mouth.
Cas closed his eyes, concentrating hard, and the black smoke was sucked back into Dean like a vacuum. Dean spluttered and gasped, as if he'd accidentally swallowed a rather large icecube.
"What was th-that?" he croaked, pawing at his sore throat.
"Dean, you must not do that." Castiel informed him. "It is not morally right."
"I'm a demon, you idiot." Dean snapped, folding his arms and sipping his beer menacingly.