Sam's POV
I walked into the bunker with Bobby, laughing. As far as we knew, nobody was there. "So, 20 if it doesn't happen by the end of the week?" I asked.
"It's a deal, ya idjit." He grinned, extending his hand. I shook it, letting go quickly when I heard a crash coming from the kitchen.
"What the..." I ran to the door but stopped suddenly. "Dean?" He had Castiel pinned against the wall and was kissing him aggressively. When they heard me, they pulled apart quickly, blushing.
"Sam, Bobby... It's not what it looks like." Dean whispered. I just rolled my eyes.
"Course not. Idjit." Bobby laughed.
"You owe me £20, Bobby."
He sighed and handed over the money. "Fine. Idjit."
"Stop saying that."
