.:Castiël and the Winchesters:.
While they drove, Castiël wondered wether he should announce the new member that just joined the Winchesters' so-called team, but then decided to telepathically ask Maddie herself. Should I tell them? he asked her in her head. Meanwhile Sam had his seat pushed back a little and was asleep while Dean took out a white plastic spoon and put it between his half parted lips. Then he took out his own phone, made him a photo and chuckled. Castiël just observed them and smiled slightly, amused at how humans expressed humor and brotherly love towards each other. Then Dean turned up the music a bit louder and sang along, making Sam jump from his seat and spit the spoon out. "What the hell? Dean!" he growled in protest, watching him turn down the volume and laugh his head off. "What's wrong, Sammy, afraid you'd get a little nair in your shampoo again?" he teased. "Dean, I'm not twelve anymore," Sam protested. "Yeah, I know..," Dean mumbled between chuckles. "But that doesn't change anything," he added. Sam frowned. "Alright. But just remember, you started it," he threatened, referring to last night when he put an itching powder in his clothes, which took its time to bring up the results. And they were hilarious. "Bring it, baldy," Dean challenged with a smirk on his lips as they pulled over at the motel's parking and got out of the car.