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Dean stood in the Bobby's kitchen, filling a mug with hot water. He wanted some tea. Cas came up beside him.
"Dean," he pleaded in his characteristic monotone. "It will be an adventure."
"Somehow I doubt that, Cas."
Cas, disappointed that Dean didn't want to bake with him, frowned. "Dean, we need to discuss your doubt."
"My doubt in what?" he asked, watching the steaming cup of tea.
"Everything," Cas deadpanned.
Dean rolled his eyes. In an attempt to confuse the angel, Dean smacked Cas upside the head with a plastic bag full of tea. The angel frowned.
"What was that for?" he asked.
Dean said nothing and walked away, steaming cup of tea in hand.
A week later the angel appeared before the boys once more. Ignoring Sam, Cas proceeded onward to the elder brother. He hefted a plastic bag of tea and smacked Dean with it.
"God, Cas!" Dean bellowed, backing away. "What the hell was that for?"
"I assumed it was a human show of affection," Cas replied.