“Morning,” said Castiel, Angel of the Lord, who now spends his time squabbling with humans because he has no self-respect.
Dean added a new entry into his Ways Cas Makes Me Act Like a Middle Schooler journal and completely cold-shouldered him as he left the room to go fix snackies for his baby brother. Said brother is a cold-blooded murderer who has literally been to hell and can probably take care of himself, but Dean’s got a complex.
Cas is so whipped that this display of petulance totally works on him, so he tries to save the moment by chit-chatting with Sam about the bunker and how they’re both physically fucked right now, because he’s a cheery guy.
Dean came back in and Sam (who has literally garroted vampires, slept with demons, saved the world, spent months without Dean trying to get him back, and is a FUNCTIONING ADULT) complained that his snackies were insufficient, so Dean immediately put on a coat to go get better food.
I could not make this shit up if I tried.
Cas offered to come with, which was a huge mistake. Dammit, Castiel, if I have told you once I have told you a million times, never interrupt Dean in the middle of a sulk.
And don’t apologize, Jesus Christ, but Cas clearly doesn’t speak Winchester because he totally apologized.
Dean used this as the perfect opportunity to tell his boyfriend why he was sleeping on the couch that night, all, “For what? For ignoring us? For bolting off with the angel tablet? And then losing it, because you didn’t trust me?”
In Dean-speak, this really meant, “We had a fucking moment, Cas, and you fucked off afterward before I could get in a good cuddle. I feel so used.”
Cas inexplicably chose that point to turn off his mind-reading powers and NOT GET THAT, so Dean told him to cram his apology up his ass. Because God forbid Dean actually say what he actually wants to cram up Cas’ ass, which is, if you’re not paying attenion, his dick.
Sam cleared his throat and asked an unrelated question, because he is the biggest cockblock in the history of cockblocks on a good day and the trials were making him short-tempered.
I may have had to deal with Crowley, I may have been taken from my home and my future, I may have watched my girlfriend get her neck broken right in front of me, but at least I never had to put up with the sexual tension that Sam Winchester has to put up with.
That fucker deserves it for abandoning me for a year so he could play house with that Amelia chick.
1st Kevin 22:4-17