Dean steadied himself before answering his cell. Sam had called him.
"Dean?" the voice over the phone called, "Dean, are you there?"
"How the hell are you calling me?!" Dean barked violently. "I though Gabriel had you all up and-"
"I know, I know, but listen, I'm okay."
"Where are you!" Dean ordered. "Tell me where you are and I'll drive over there quick as I-"
"Dean..." Sam interrupted again. "I'm fine."
Dean glared at wall as he spoke, "Why are you still over there?"
"I- I'm not."
"... Then where the hell are you?" Dean questioned.
"Look," he started, "I'll call you later."
"Sam!" Dean yelled vainly at the phone before hearing a faint click.
He groaned as his hand gripped the mobile tightly, angrily. Dean slammed his fist against the motel wall, grunting in frustration. "Son of a bitch!" he stayed in an awkward position of glaring at the wallpaper for a while, just lost in his angry thoughts. Dean didn't actually snap out of it until Castiel stirred behind him in and attempt to stand up. "Oh no no no. Lay back down Cas. You're still low on angel mojo."
Cas grunted with irritation before complying. "When am I allowed to get up then Dean?" he asked, half mockingly half serious.
"When I say so." Dean replied.
The angel grunted once more before burying his face in the foul smelling pillow. "So we're going to sit here doing nothing until Sam gets back?"
"No." Dean tucked his handgun behind his back, pulling his T-shirt down over it. "You're going to sit here while I go get my brother." he corrected. "He's off god knows where, won't tell me a thing."
Cas flashed Dean a stern look, "Maybe for good reason Dean."
"What are you talking about?"
"What if he and Gabriel are-"
"Okay!" Dean shouted in haste, "I'm gonna stop you right there. There is no way that my brother would be off doing..."
"Sex?"
"No! Okay... he doesn't swing that way."
"Dean-"
Dean was red faced, he'd been pissed off too many times for one day. "Look! I'm going. Don't. Move." he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.