Sam walked into his room, blinked a couple times, and then turned and walked right back out. He shook his head to clear it and walked back into his room. Nothing had changed.
“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?” he asked Castiel.
“Yes.”
Sam pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why are you naked in my bed?”
“I asked Dean for advice on how to…”
“Stop. Just stop.” Sam squeezed his eyes shut, now trying to control his laughter. “I thought you knew better than to listen to Dean by now.”
“Who else could I ask, though? I couldn’t ask you. Crowley? Rowena? Claire?”
“Jody?” Sam sat on the bed beside Castiel. “Ask the internet?”
Castiel sat up. “Was this ineffective? Have I not made my intent clear?”
Sam could not argue with that point.