"Cass! How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Dean says, a small smile tugs at his lips when Cass glares at him.
"Dean, I told you, I'm tired of these jokes you pull. I've asked you to stop, but you never do. I'm done."
"Cass come on," Dean whines "It was a joke." Cass shakes his head and begins to walk away when he feels Dean's hand grab his arm. Dean tugs, silently asking him to come back into the room.
"Okay, what can I do to make it up to you?" Cass thinks for a moment. There's many things he could get Dean to do that would more than make up for this petty joke.
"Here's what you'll do," Cass begins "for the next week anytime I need a favor, no matter how big or small, I want you to do it. Even if it means dropping what you're doing and coming immediately, but don't fret, I won't interfere if you're on a hunt or doing something of true importance." Dean stares at Cass before saying;
"Sure thing. Deal." Cass smiles;
"Good." Cass leans in and gives Dean a quick peck on the lips and leaves the room.
'Oh God, what did I just agree to?' Dean thinks as he watches Cass leave.