Dean grabbed the remote (yall americans call this a clicker or smth?) from the side table. "Let's see what's on then...."
He flicked the TV on, noticing happily that it was much larger than any TV he's seen recently. Dirt-cheap motel rooms usually don't splurge on the flat screens. He hasn't enjoyed one of these babies since... Lisa's. [********. Lisa. He shoves the memory aside and focuses back on the TV.
A handsome, well groomed doctor graces the screen.
"Dr. Sexy!" Dean gasps, a little louder than he'd meant to.
"What?" Cas asks, glancing curiously from Dean to the TV screen and back again.