“Dean.” Castiel was giving him a look he usually reserved for when Dean wanted to roll up his sleeves and take on all the armies of heaven and hell single-handedly. “What are you doing?”

Dean realized he did not have a good answer to this. All at once he saw himself as if from outside his body: kneeling on a motel mattress in his boxer shorts, his arm raised above his head, his mouth open and ready to produce a fake-ecstatic moan, with an angel hovering just below his right shoulder. He sank back down.

Oh, yeah, that's our Dean - trying to fake outsex his brother and his demon. *g* I do like that Dean's got an angel and Sam's got a demon. It makes for a lot of great road fics. (This being one of them.)

I'm also convinced nothing good ever happens in Cleveland. It seems to be the city of Doom in fic-land.

Last line of this story - absolutely perfect.