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    You awoke with a jolt to a very loud snore right in your ear. You were still snuggled up in between Dean’s legs, who was presumably the one with the obnoxiously loud snores, and Sam was still a soundly sleeping moose. Many, many tubs of varying ice creams lay around you. Now, you thought, you realized the severity of both eating that much ice cream and sending Castiel to buy the ice cream in the first place.
    You sigh as another very loud snore from Dean erupts right in your ear. You know you should probably get up, and Dean’s snores were going to drive you insane, but your cramps hadn’t really subsided from the night before. In all actuality, you weren’t even sure if they were menstrual cramps, or cramps from eating ten times more than the average human being in one sitting. Or maybe it was both at the same time…. Most likely.
    You groan, climbing out of Dean’s grasp, stepping over many tubs and spoons, and nearly dying from tripping over it all. Yawning, you open the bathroom to find a very disgruntled Cas. He had a few of your lady products scattered about, a few torn up. He looks away from the pads to see who had come into the room.
    “Cas… What in the world are you doing with my pads?” you grumbled tiredly. You just wanted to pee and brush your teeth.
    “Dean asked me to go get more last night. But I am not quite sure I understand the purpose of these things. I mean, how do you even wear them…. They actually look kind of like white surfboards…..”
    “Well, as I explained before, Cas, when your womb is stripping itself of its lining with blades and guns and fire and death, blood comes out….. So like sanitary beings, we created these magical things that soak up your blood so people will actually talk to you.”
    “Well, yeah, but how is this even worn…?” he curiously asks, moving the pad around.
    You sigh. “Maybe one day, you’ll take a sex ed class like a normal person, mmk? Now please, I need to free my bladder of its contents and I prefer to do that alone. Thank you.”

    After taking care of business and cleaning up all the wasted pads and tampons on the floor, you stepped out of the bathroom to the sound of laughter. Gabriel, the archangel that so beautifully pissed you off every time you saw him (mostly because he was an ass to your boyfriend), was sitting on the small table, laughing his ass off. Sam and Dean were still rubbing the sleep from their eyes and trying to figure out what was going on.
    In the very center of it all, was Cas. As you looked to the sight before you, you weren’t sure if you should laugh or cry or scream or get a restraining order on the poor angel. He was sitting on the floor, an opened tampon box spilled around him. He had part of the tampon string hanging out of his mouth, and was chewing on the other part. His face was contorted into the most disgusted expression any face could ever muster. You look around, very confused.
    “What the heck is going on?” you ask, voice shaking from a mix of amusement and terror.
    Castiel looks up, suddenly noticing your presence. Gabriel catches his breath for a brief moment to say something along the lines of, “I told Cas here if he chewed on a tampon long enough it would taste good.”
    You are left completely bewildered. Standing in the bathroom doorway, you aren’t sure if you should rush over and help cas, or if you should just bang your head against the wall enough times while repeating the phrase “why me,” over and over again.
    Without really thinking, you do both, which comes out as something along the lines of, “Oh, honey, get that why-” as you fall on the floor beside him and try and pick up all the tampons and get him to spit out the unused tampon all at the same time.
    This caused Gabriel to fall off the table as he doubled over in laughter. You felt Dean’s hands on your back, urging you to get up. You do so willingly and let him pull you out of the motel room. As you walk out of the room, you see Sam making Cas spit out the tampon and throwing it at Gabriel with an annoyed expression. You see him pulling Cas off the floor and softly talking to him, but then you are standing outside and heading towards the impala.
    “You ok?” Dean asks. He looks as though he’s trying not to laugh but is also genuinely concerned.
    “I think that is the most memorable thing that has ever happened to me, and I won’t be able to look at a tampon the same way ever again….” You say, with a light laugh. You let him guide you into the front seat and he slides in next to you.
    “More memorable than me?” he pouts softly, pulling two beers out of the cooler in the back.
    “Oh definitely,” you say sarcastically, taking one of the bottles.
    He feigns offense before locking his lips to yours. “What about now,” he murmurs.
    “Nope, Cas eating a tampon is way more thrilling..” you murmur, with a giggle.
    Dean chuckles and pulls you closer again. Wrapping his arms around you, he kisses you softly. You feel butterflies in your stomach.
    But wait.
    Those aren’t butterfly’s.
    You pull away.
“Dean I need a Midol…”