You and Castiel were alone in the bunker. You guys had nothing to do, since Sam and Dean were out on duty right now. You were just sitting at the table with Cas. He was on Dean's laptop. He was staring intently at the screen. He tilted his head.

"If the pizza man truly loves this babysitter... Why does he keep slapping her rear? Perhaps she did something wrong?"

He looked down at his lap and realized there was a very noticeable tent. He tilted his head. He didn't quite understand. He just looked back up at the screen.