After the escapade was over, Dean and Cas drove back to Sam, who sighed with heavy relief after his appetite for demon blood had finally subsided. The car was quiet the entire trip. When one opened his mouth to speak, they'd quickly shut it, making the minutes seem like hours.
"Guys!" Sam yelled with cheer once the motel's bathroom door was opened, "Did you kill him?"
"Cas did." Dean grunted, pointing to the angel behind him.
Sam watched as his brother started to unlock his cuffs, and Castiel stood behind, quietly watching. There seemed to be a strange air about them that Sam didn't care to ask about. "So... did you get his ring?"
Dean tossed the little silver ring carelessly over to his brother. "You shoulda seen Cas Sammy!" Dean grinned as he sat at the end of his bed. "There was this sort of explosion of light and before I knew it, all the demons we're just a bunch of rotting corpses on the ground. Even Famine was out done! He looked the worst of them all."
Sam cocked his head slightly. "Cas killed Famine all by himself?"
Castiel cleared his throat, "I was wondering the same thing. That's not supposed to be possible."
Sam shrugged and sat down on the end of a queen sized motel bed that reeked of cheep beer and sex, "You're the angel. If you don't know, then I don't."
Castiel stared out the motel window with his usual constipated look about him. Dean still found himself staring at the angel. His chin was firm, but rough, he stared at his silhouette through the street light spilling into the window from the street. Cas was certainly beautiful. Dean frowned and hit himself in the face a few times.