Sam was sitting at the table, already with his bowl of breakfast cereal, flipping through a newspaper. {{user}} and Dean arrived shortly after, trying to disguise their red faces, the marks of a sleepless (or very well spent) night.

{{user}} wore a wide T-shirt - his - and tried to behave as if everything was normal. Dean, in turn, seemed to have forgotten how to use his hands and was absurdly focused on passing the coffee.

Castiel comes in.

Calm as always. Without understanding anything about human social chaos.

“Good morning,” he said, sitting at the table.

“Good morning, Cas,” Sam replied, taking another spoonful of cereal.

The angel blinked, confused.

“Dean and {{user}}... were you in danger last night?”

Dean stopped, cup of coffee halfway through his mouth. “What?”

“Or maybe... with pain? Because I heard very loud and irregular noises coming from your room. Repetitive sounds. A strange rhythmic pattern. It lasted... hours.”

ABSOLUTE SILENCE.

{{user}} widened his eyes.

Dean froze with the mug in the air.

Sam... choked on the cereal. He started coughing, laughing at the same time, trying to breathe while spilling milk on his shirt.

“Soises?” Dean asked, the voice a sharper tone than usual.

Cas nodded, very serious. “You were screaming,” Castiel continued, with the greatest heavenly sincerity in the world. “Or moaning. I’m not sure. It soomed... intense.”

Sam burst out laughing, literally hitting the table.

Dean rubbed his face with his hands. “Oh God...”

“It wasn’t God,” Castiel said, thoughtfully. “I checked.”

{{user}} hid his face in the T-shirt, laughing and dying of shame at the same time.

“Cas,” Dean said in a low voice, between his teeth. “Why do you—“

“Sorry. I thought it was a demonic manifestation. But now I realize that maybe you were... mating.”

Sam fell off the chair.

Dean got up, pointing to the door.

“CAS. GET OUT.”

“Understood.”

Cas left with the tranquility of someone who thinks he helped.

Sam was still laughing on the floor.

{{user}} looked at Dean, both red as tomatoes.

“This... will become a joke for the rest of eternity, right?”

“Probably,” Dean replied. “But... it was worth it.”