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“I saw her.” Castiel sat straight against the headboard of the bed – the fibrous sheets in a heap at his feet as he eyed the hunters with angelic innocence.

“Saw who?” Sam questioned cautiously, shutting the hotel room’s door behind him quietly.

“Was it Cher?” Dean interrupted eagerly, glancing around the quarters with a panicked expression upon his countenance. “Don’t listen to a word she says,” he warned with a narrowed brow as he darted towards the windows – fingertips running against the locks as if to ensure they were safely shut. “If she tries to tell you I have something of hers, ignore her. Fucking bitch is just plain nuts.”

“Cher,” Sam said slowly. “The pop-star, Cher.” He emphasized her name as though it were too plain crazy for him to have heard his brother correctly the first time. Dean was still jolting about the hotel room, anxiously peeking through the cabinets and miniature refrigerator.

“Skanky whack job is a better term, but yeah – one and the same,” Dean acknowledged with a semi-breathless nod.

“Dean, you don’t know Cher.”

“Sure I do.”

“Well then how the hell do you know Cher?”

“Dad and I did a job for her back while you were at Stanford,” Dean stated plainly as though it explained everything.

“And she would be after you because,” Sam baited.

“Who the hell knows – chick belongs in a loony bin. Two weeks after we finished I get a shitload of calls from her manager saying I stole some priceless statue of a naked chick and if I didn’t return it there would be consequences.” Shrugging the situation off, he shook his head. “Consequences – what kind of threat is that.”

Sam stared perplexedly as his brother continued to scour the room from head to toe. “ – apparently a pretty good one.” Clearing his throat guardedly, he paused. “You didn’t actually take the statue did you?”

“Of course not,” Dean huffed haughtily.

“Dean.”

“I’m offended you would even think that.”

“Dean.”

“Yeah, fine. I took it,” Dean grunted in defeat. “But Sammy, you should’ve seen how hot this naked chick was. Seriously it was like a granite Real-Doll.”

“There’s not a word for how beyond disturbed I am to hear you say that.”

“Come on, Sammy. You’re always bitching about how we never had anything nice in our childhood. All she had was nice stuff.”

“So out of everything there you take the porno-statue.”

Dean heaved a grandeur sigh. “Honestly, it’s like you don’t even know me half the time.”

“Oh I know you,” Sam said with a throaty tremor, pupils rolling about. “And that’s what scares me.”