What Is A 'Shawty'?

Frickin Fangirls

Sam and Dean were extremely pissed off. Like, ready to kill human beings kind of pissed off. Human beings along the names of Becky and Chuck. Sam was so angry he actually encouraged Dean's unsafe driving. And Dean didn't complain about Sam's choice of music; instead he chose to turn the Beastie Boys' Sabotage up even louder. Both were in a rage, cursing under their breaths and screaming out random, angry parts of the music they were listening to.

Only after they had been driving for eighteen hours straight and Sam almost ran the Impala into a tree from lack of sleep did they agree to stay in a motel for the night. They were only four more hours away from their destination, so they decided that getting a few a hours of sleep was alright. Sam said that he only needed two or three hours of sleep and then they could leave. He pretended to set his alarm for 2 AM, but when Dean turned away he changed it to 10 AM. Sam knew that they both needed more sleep than they were actually letting on.

The Winchester brothers fell asleep within seconds of their heads hitting the lemony smelling motel pillows. Thankfully they slept dreamless.

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Dean Winchester woke up to big blue eyes inches away from his.

"Holy shit!!"

Sam Winchester woke up to a thump on the ground. Rubbing his eyes awake he saw Dean on the floor, thoroughly wrapped in blankets. Castiel was on the opposite side of the bed, looking (like always) very confused.

"Cas? What are you doing here?" Sam mumbled, words thick with sleep.

The angel looked at Sam sadly. "I've lost Loki. I cannot find him. I would very much like a "cuddle"." Cas used finger quotations.

Sam looked back to Dean who looked as though he had no idea where he was. Sam grinned. Dean was so lost in the mornings. He looked back to Cas and thought about what he said.

"Wait. Why would you want to, uh, "cuddle"." Sam decided that using finger quotations was fun. Not that he would ever tell Dean that.

"I saw it on your tele-vision. A woman was upset so she went to a man who she shared a strong bond with. He said he would make her feel lots better and start to cuddle with her in a confusing way. I didn't see all of it because the weather was bad, but when the "tele-vision" started working again, the woman stated she felt a lot better."

Sam started to giggle when he realized that Cas didn't understand what actually happened. He thought that they innocently "cuddled" and everything was better. He looked back at Dean who looked as though he was only vaugely understanding what Cas was saying.

Oh this would be fun. Sam cleared his throat and talked in a hurt tone. "Why would you want to "cuddle" with Dean? I really thought we were close, Cas"

Cas gave Sam an unreadable look. "Dean and I share a more profound bound, Sam. I thought you understood that. My apologies for not... clearing that up for you."

Sam felt like Cas was dumping him for Dean. He just giggled some more.

Cas walked to the other side of the bed where Dean was still on the ground wrapped in his blankets. The angel got down next to Dean, wiggled himself under the covers and wrapped his arms around his righteous man. Dean came to full realization of what was happening.

"I am upset, Dean. Loki has went missing. Cuddle with me."

Sam grabbed a pillow and ran to the bathroom. Once inside he shut the door and shoved his face into said pillow and started laughing until tears came streaming down his face. He only slightly hoped Dean couldn't hear him.

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Dean was cursed.

He just couldn't understand why he was getting so much unwanted gay action lately. First that Tony guy a week ago and now this! It was completely unfair!

Sure, Dean had a soft spot for Cas, but not like this! It was a simple friendship. He was a friend that he would die for, just like he did for Sammy. And they so didn't do anything! Dean thought back to why he and Sam were booking at to Vegas to find Chuck and Becky. Just the other day they found out that the two weirdos had released more books about them. And they didn't just stumble across it either.

They were on a case, asking around like normal.

"Man, Sammy. This sucks! I fricking hate wendigos!"

Sam straightened his tie. "Yeah, yeah, I already know Dean. Let's just get this over with. Come on. The victim's younger brother is right over there." Sam nodded in the young man's direction and they both started to walk over there.

The man was about twenty-five years old. He had wavy black hair, hazel eyes and a strong build. Sam thought that he could probably keep himself alive for a few moments before he and Dean got there to save if him. You know, if it got to that. It usually did...

Dean cleared his throat and the man looked up. He looked as though he had been crying. "Are you guys the FBI? Will you be able to find my sister? Do you think she's dead?"

Dean held his hand up. "I'm Agent DeYoung and this is my partner Shaw. We do think your sister is alive, but probably not for long. We need answers to save her."

The young man shuddered and nodded. "I'm Tom. What do you need to know?"

Dean zones out while Sam asks the guy - Tom - the usual questions. Dean looks Tom over, trying to figure out why he kept staring back at him in such a weird way. Suddenly Tom's eyes go wide and his hands fly to his head, fingers running through his short black hair.

"Oh. My. God. You two actually can save her! Oh, thank you so much!"

The Winchester boys shared a concerned look. Dean spoke up first. "Well we'll try our best. It's what we were taught at the academy, bu--"

"Yeah, right. You aren't FBI agents," Tom lowered his voice, "You guys are Sam and Dean Winchester. You know what's really going on. I knew there was something weird going on. And you really think she's okay? You can rescue her! Maybe you should call Castiel an--"

Dean thought he heard Sammy growl. "Where have you heard about Cas?"

"The new series of Supernatural books of course. You know, series 6?"

If Tom noticed that the brothers were boiling over with rage he ignored it. Instead he looked Dean over in a way that made the hunter squirm. Please-not-another-Tony-please-not-another-Tony-please-please-please-oh-god-please! Dean thought frantically.

But Dean never got what he wanted. Just like that very manly lips were on his own and he froze again. Why couldn't he ever just push them away. It was probably his inner whore working against him. Protest!-Protest!-Please-protest!

His brain wasn't working! He opened his mouth to protest before pushing him away! Oh god no!! THAT WASN'T AN INVITATION!! Oh shit, man tongue man tongue! Dean vaguely felt his arms flailing around and Sam laughing again. His hands landed on Tom's waist and he pushed him away.

"I'm...Taken!" He managed to wheeze out. God, did that guy ever need to stop to breathe when frenching somebody?

Tom nodded. Sam thought he looked sexually blissed out. "Don't tell anyone we were here. We're to send a hunter who's a town nearby to take care of this. Don't worry. We've trusted him with our lives before. Do you know where the author of Supernatural is now?"

Tom continued to look at Dean, looking slightly upset at the news that he was taken. "Vegas. Thank you for your help, Sam... Dean."

Dean nodded and started to call Jim, the hunter who was in a town twenty minutes away.

It was then that Sam and Dean got on the road to find Chuck and Becky and give them a peice of their minds.

A/N I know I left it at an odd spot. Sorry about that. The next part will be up in another day.