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“That was the last time we let Cas pick a movie!”
Dean pushed himself past Sam and into the motel room, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on one of the chairs.
Sam chuckled, a sound way too delighted for Dean’s liking. “You’re just jealous it turns out Cas shares my good taste.” Sam followed suit, flinging his jacket on the other chair, walking up to stand close to his brother and wearing a smug smile that Dean would like so very much to punch right out of him.
“Hey, I am not jealous, okay? I’m... concerned for the guy. Your taste in movies suck, and he should get to enjoy the good stuff!”
“Well, apparently my taste is the good stuff.”
“Liking one of your favorite movies does not mean he’s got your taste, okay?”
“You do realize I’m still here?” Cas said from behind them, making them both turn in surprise, because no, for a moment they’d forgotten. Cas stood in the still open doorway, watching them with a frown that to anyone else would suggest he was annoyed. To Dean, however, it was annoying that the tinge of amusement in the eyes below them was practically the angel laughing out loud. He wondered if anyone but him would even notice. He wondered if Sam noticed.
Neither one of them answered him, both just standing in place, casting sidelong, petulant glances at each other.
Cas sighed, waving an exhasperated hand at them as he moved inside and shut the door behind him. “By all means, carry on.”
And they did, for the rest of the evening, until Cas suddenly reappeared in the room (and when the hell had he even disappeared?) holding bags of burgers and a salad for Sam, earning him smiles and praises and Dean’s arm flung around his shoulder as they slumped down on the bed to eat.
And just as Cas was starting to enjoy the peace, along with the delicous ground beef, Dean opened his mouth, still full of burger and curved in a slight smirk, and mumbled:
“Well, at least he’s got my taste in food.”