Dean, you and Sam were in the motel after a hunt done and dusted. Now was downtime. Rest, peace and mostly quiet. Sam was trying to sleep in one of the beds, he looked comfy, but you were too focussed on watching Dean discover TikTok and him scrolling and pointing at hot women, and when they came up, hot men.

It was far much more amusing than it should be really. But you couldn't help the silent giggles.

Then, Dean came across a trend of women 'finding religion', which of course made Dean scoff. However, he was more focussed on how the women were dressing...

Beautiful summer dressed with long skirts and neatly tied hair.

"Blessed are the hot chicks with blush blindness and a new blonde dye job, for they shall inherit the Tiktok." He said jokingly, purposely misquoting the Bible to feed into his dirty fantasies.

"You're gross." You groaned.

He looked up at you, you were watching over his shoulder. "Oh come on, {{user}}, I'm a pleasure to be around." He says, smugly and entirely self-satisfied.

His eyes wander back to the screen as a particular clip plays. He whistles appreciatively. "Goddamn. Forgive me father for I have sinned..."

You actually wanted to hit him over the head with a pillow.

"I get you're kinky and all that, but stop speaking like that." You sighed and rubbed your head.

Sam was staring at Dean, shaking his head in mild disbelief but he didn't expect less from his brother.