Sam set his bowl of cereal across from dean and sat down, Sam watched his brother for a second and dean tensed fork midway to mouth and looked up at Sam with trepidation growing in his eyes "what"
Sam shrugged and dug into his cereal trying to think of the best, gentlest way to broach the subject.
Sam found himself despite his intellect going for the kill directly. "so Cas…."
Dean leaned back and eyed Sam "not having that conversation this early"
"dean…"
Dean stabbed a bit of egg in a lethal manner before bringing it to his lips "fuck off Sam"
Sam considered dean digging into breakfast with a angry overtone having laid down what passed for a firm 'big brother end of conversation because I have the authority over you'.
Sam riled against it, rolled his eyes and looked away considering for a moment.
Sam leaned in and grabbed a piece of toast off deans plate and threw it at deans face, where it bounced off his cheek comically.
Dean raised a eyebrow and his jaw clenched "the hell Sam"
Sam smiled to himself a swirl of anger and sad spinning "exactly dean"
Sam leaned back and put his feet on the table his hands folded behind his head he tilted the chair back
"the way I calculate it I'm older than you now, the 180ish years in hell" Sam felt a twinge of smug
" and dean you should respect your elders" Sam eyed Dean
"you know… I believe you should appreciate the that I've got you by near one hundred years" Sam dogged the return fire of toast.
Sam let lose a sigh "what are kids coming to these days"
Sam felt a little silly pulling that little bit of obscure rank but calmed his face and looked at dean soulfully "about Cas"
Deans eyes narrowed and he surreptitiously slid his foot under the table and upended the chair that Sam had tilted back.
Sam disentangled himself and shouted after a retreating dean "punk"
Dean shouted back "old fogie"