Sam yawns a little as he enters the kitchen. It never surprised him when he is the first one up. Dean isn't exactly one to get an early night. Especially after the state he must have been in last night. When Sam left the bar, Dean was already up on the karaoke. But Sam's not a big drinker. And Cas was there to keep Dean out of trouble.
So Sam went back to the bunker, and left Dean to blow off some steam under the watchful eye of Castiel. He didn't even hear the pair come back in. but that's okay – after the hunt the trio just finished, they earnt some down time.
Stumbling his way across the room, Sam is still clearly quite sleepy. He itches his ribs a little as he pours himself a coffee. Damn that rib is itchy. But he got off lightly with just a couple of superficial wounds. He can cope with a slice taken out of his side. It'll heal soon enough. At least he is still here.
The hunter takes a little peak at his injury. Damn… it looks so much worse than it feels. He pokes at it a bit, trying to decide if his make shift stitches are going to hold.
"good morning, Sam."
Sam felt himself practically jump out of his skin. His head spun around to find Castiel stood next to him, grabbing at the coffee maker in front of them.
"Jesus, Cas! You scared me!" Sam admits, whilst trying to regulate his breathing again.
"well, I am naturally terrifying," Cas replies innocently.
"just, warn me next time, will ya?" Sam instructs him, knowing full well this wont be the last time Cas will seem to appear from nowhere and give him a fright.
"I didn't realise I could be so domineering," Cas responds, naturally apologetic.
"yeah, me neither," comes Dean's cheap shot, as he emerges into the kitchen, with a huge grin on his face.
But then Dean suddenly realises what he just said. And who he said it in front of.
Sam takes a minute to gather in the details.
Castiel stood at the coffee machine… in Deans pyjama bottoms. Dean arising with a smile on his face, aiming it in Castiel's direction. Dean's one liner, that Sam now sees was clearly an double entendre.
And most definitively, the look of fear and sudden realisation now frozen on Dean's face.
"Sam." Dean nods at his brother, as his face drops, hoping no one heard what he said.
"Dean," Sam replies with a huge grin on his face, his eyes flittering between the pair. "and Cas." He confirms, still grinning like a 2 year old in a candy store.
Still being unable to hide his beaming smile, Sam simply takes a sip of his coffee. He watches on intuitively as Dean walks over to Castiel, trying to stop himself from giving too much away.
Its too late for that, Dean, Sam thought.