"Jesus Cas, what are you doing?" Dean exclaimed as he walked into the motel room.
He walked closer to Castiel sitting on the bed bemused only to see in great detail how thick the coat of oily cheese dust was on the angel's fingers; Dean inadvertently kick a few empty bags of Cheetos and other colorful junk food containers strewn around as he crossed the room.
"Isn't one of the seven deadly sins gluttony?" Dean accused, glancing around the room as he spoke, comparing how many more boxes of Swiss Rolls and bags of Doritos Castiel had opposed to how cluttered the room was with trash.
"Dean," Castiel uttered flatly after swallowing a large mass he had hardly chewed, "this food—I thought burgers were good, but this food…it really makes me happy," he sighed with pleasure. "Food fit for God himself," he mused as an afterthought.
"Junk food, Cas, fit for God? If I didn't know you better I would think you were some kind of demented child," Dean said as he began to clean up the mess.
"Say what you want, Dean. I don't even understand what qualms you reserve with my food habits," Castiel admitted before setting aside the empty Cheetos bag and motioned to reach for a box of Swiss Rolls.
"You didn't get me any Fritos," Dean mumbled quickly, his back turned as he crushed up the bags in his hands, pushing them into the trash can beside the door. It wasn't until he began to pour himself a drink did he feel something hit him in the back and fall to the floor with a ruffled plump.
"What the—?" Dean looked at Castiel, still sitting on the bed calmly, before looking down to see a fresh, unopened yellow bag.
"I wouldn't get a ton of snacks and not remember to get you your favorite," Castiel teased, setting down his box of chocolate sweets, waiting for Dean's response.
Dean bent over slowly to pick up the bag before he walked over to Castiel, waiting patiently.
"Maybe demented child was a bit harsh," Dean charmed, leaning down to plant a kiss on Castiel's forehead.