"Y'know what the coat r'minds me of?"
Castiel stared impassively from his corner of the room as Sam flung out an arm to indicate the angel's coat. The movement slopped beer out his bottle and onto the hotel room carpet.
"Don't ak questions," the narrator snapped.
"Whatever," Sam mumbled, "but seriously, you ever seen 'The Good, the Bad and the Ugly.'?"
"No," said Cas quietly, glancing at the bathroom door, as if willing Dean to hurry up in there.
The narrator stared in awe. (she could probably see through the walls)
"Oh, shut up..." (I think that was Dean)
Good.
"Dude," snapped (slurred) Sam, flinging the beer across the room again, w