Have a short dumb drabble inspired by an actual truck I saw on my commute.
“Hey,” Dean says, nudging Cas’s arm as they drive down the highway. He points to a truck with the name Quality Erectors emblazoned across the back, and waggles his eyebrows at his boyfriend.
Sam groans from the back seat as Cas stares at Dean, unimpressed. “Pull over,” he says, finally.
“What? Cas we’re in the middle of—“
“Pull over so I can kick you out of your own car.”
Sam cackles from the back seat as Dean scowls. “You can try, Castiel.”
Later that night, back at their room in the bunker, Cas and Dean curl together, spent and sated. Cas cuddles close, his ear pressed to Dean’s chest, Dean’s hand lazily carding through his hair.
Dean sighs contentedly. “Well, Cas…”
Cas hums lightly in encouragement.
“I guess you really are a quality erector.”
Cas groans and shoves him out of the bed. Dean lays on the floor and guffaws for a long time.