Author's Note: So, this is just something I came up with when watching last Tuesday's episode. I know it's short, but it would mean the world to me if you'd review. :) Thank you very much, and I hope you enjoy. :)
It is just another day for us Winchesters and our angel.
Except it isn't. Today is the day that we begin to hunt down Gadreel.
Sammy and I are packing up weapons to take with us in the trunk of our recently-saved Impala to help with the hunt.
Castiel is out acquiring food for the journey, I'm polishing an angel blade and Sam is loading a rifle when he carefully sets it down and sighs. I look up and study my little brother curiously for a moment before resuming wiping the blade on my shirttail.
"Have you ever noticed the way Cas looks at you?" Sam asks.
I frown down at the knife I am polishing and look up suspiciously at my brother, an eyebrow raised.
Sam shrugs and gives me that wide-eyed innocent look, his arms outstretching into a surrendering motion. "Just saying,"
There are a few moments of kind of awkward silence until Sammy decides to continue.
"He looks at you like you're the most perfect, wonderful being in the entire universe. He keeps throwing these furtive glances in your direction whenever we're in danger or he's particularly worried. Or just because you're in the room."
I frown even deeper and look back down at the shiny five inch blade in my hands.
A sort of fluttery feeling pokes at my stomach, and it is wonderful.
But I force it away.
I can't be sentimental, especially not with what our goal is currently.
"Is there something you're trying to say, Sam?"
Sam shakes his head in a surrendering manner, a knowing smile on his lips.
"No, 'course not Dean." He smirks and I wipe the angel blade on my shirttail a final time, ducking my head to hide the flushing of my cheeks.
"You better not have."